Pregnant With The Douchebag Jock Novels & Stories

while something inside me was breaking in a way I wouldn't fully understand for years. I was three months pregnant. I had told no one. I had been so certain that alone was the only direction left, and someone… someone had known about Isla before she had a name. The thought hit me somewhere behind the ribs and stayed there, aching. I traced the attorney's name on the third page with one finger without meaning to. A cross-reference with the subcontractor documents Marcus had flagged showed a connection. A shared registration address, one name appearing in both filing histories. The name was Ethan Cross.

It felt wrong in a way I couldn’t explain or argue myself out of. This wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It was just a quiet certainty that no matter how messy this was, no matter how scared I felt, I couldn’t undo it. I wouldn’t. How in the world was I to face Noah? How would I tell him that I was pregnant and I didn’t even know the Father. No level of explanation would make him see me less of a slut! I’m genuinely scared!

At that moment, I could not reach Snow no matter how many times I called. I was so anxious that I even turned to the internet. I hoped to find a reasonable solution. Then, I saw a video of Snow wearing a camisole and washing clothes at another man’s place. I looked at the caption. [Dinner is over. My boss took great care of me. If I had a wife like her, I would want nothing more.] The video had been posted just three minutes earlier. Three minutes ago, the hospital told us we had arrived on the wrong day for the appointment, and Richard had swung his cane at me.

My heavy breasts bounced with every thrust as I moaned loudly, putting on a show just for him. “Look at me,” I commanded breathlessly. “Watch how my pussy stretches around it. This could be your cock… but you don’t deserve it yet.” Jack was panting, his hips bucking uselessly into the air, as pre-cum dripped in a steady stream from his denied cock onto his stomach. His sharp jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jumping. “You’re going to stay locked in that little silicone cage for me, Jack,” I moaned, curling the dildo against my G-spot. “Every single day. Leaking…Aching….Desperate. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

It’s just my luck to get kicked to the curb by the whole package. I stroke my hand over the bump on my stomach when I feel light kicking and let out a deep breath. “Don’t worry, honey. Daddy might be a jerk, but I don’t regret you. I only regret that I didn’t slap his pretty face when I had the chance. He is a total asshole, and we don’t need him, but what we do need is his money...”

She pulled away and excitedly showed the pregnancy test with two lines. Instead of Brielle being happy, her face couldn't be painted while looking at her as if her reaction was not normal. "Seriously, Tali, are you still happy that you're pregnant? It will ruin your dreams. You're too young and you're studying and yet you're happy with this pregnancy? Tali, you're such a crazy woman!" She said, shaking her head in disbelief at her reaction.

WAIT. After a few thrusts, Jack ej*culated inside me flooding my w-mb with his warm c-m, I tried to stop him but it was already too late, what's done is done, I lay still under his manly frame exhaling as I felt his c-m circulating inside me.. If and when we get to Abuja, I'll have to start taking pills 💊, cause if care is not taken, I might end up getting knocked up and pregnant. Jack laid on my body breathing hard as he had ej*culated, I was thinking he was done but then he began to thrust his d-ck inside me again.

“Mr. Hendricks.” I nodded once. “And the others?” “They agreed.” Of course they did. Cowards always traveled in packs. A group of misogynistic men can't stop me. I rose from my chair and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city stretched out below me, busy and indifferent, completely unaware of the war raging inside these walls. A week ago, I finally stopped fighting grief. Now I was fighting sexism, moles, corruption, and my own terrible taste in men.

At the same time as the man, he positioned himself above her, her. Amanda didn't resist, and let Jack continue, and do what he wanted, if that situation is enough for him, pleasant. That, the man noticed and without thinking twice, he took off his swimsuit, exposing his member completely upright and eager to penetrate his woman. The woman seeing that thing, she could only say. —I remind you, I'm pregnant, so don't let it happen to you. The man smiled at her as she approached him, his face and whispered.