Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
“Call me later and tell me how it went.”
“I will.” I walk out to the driveway and unlock her car. I’m across town and parking behind the pizza place in just a few minutes.
I get out and ring the outside bell.
“Yeah?”
“It’s me,” I say.
“Tiza?” Who else is he expecting?
“Yes.” I frown. That’s weird, but this is the first time I’ve dropped by. He usually comes to pick me up. He buzzes the door open, and I run up the stairs. His door is open by the time I get up there. He’s standing there in nothing but a towel. My jealous nature rears its ugly head. He better not have been expecting anyone.
“Hey, pretty girl. Are you okay? I wasn’t expecting to see you until later.”
“I’m fine but I need to tell you something.”
“That sounds serious.”
“It is.”
“Well, come in,” he says, pulling me toward him and closing the door behind me. He kisses me softly, and I almost forget why I came. Almost. “What’s up?” He walks into the kitchen and picks up his coffee cup off of the counter. “Can I get you anything?”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. He looks stunned, but he calmly sets his cup down on the counter and comes back around it to stand in front of me.
“Pregnant? You’re carrying my baby?”
“It’s early, but yes.” He just stares at me and doesn’t say anything. He has no real reaction. “Are you happy?” I finally ask. He still doesn’t say anything but reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. I’m confused at first, but I get it when he peels my yoga pants down my legs.
“I’m so fucking happy, Tiza.”
“I know we didn’t specifically discuss children…”
“But I filled you full of my seed every single time I’ve fucked you. You took it all like a good girl, and we made a baby. The first of many.” Not too long ago, a comment like that would have had me panicking, but not with him.
“I’m a good girl?”
“You know you are, baby. My perfect good girl.” His praise makes me wet. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He immediately takes control of the kiss, his hands squeezing my butt.
“Come to bed, let me worship you,” he growls.
How can I say no to that?
Four Months Later
April 2024
I decided not to go to prom. I don't want to go if I can’t dance with Matt. He got out of chaperoning so he could take me out. This baby growing inside of me has brought us even closer together. We are inseparable, and I love that. We are almost to Nashville, where he’s gotten us a reservation at the newest restaurant owned by celebrity chef Bobby Flay. Every night before we fall asleep, we watch the Food Network. Beat Bobby Flay is our go-to. Despite having to go back to school during the week, I’ve pretty much moved in with Matt. I look over at him. He’s so hot and so good to me. I’ve never felt more loved than I do with him. He’s going to be an amazing father.
“I can hear you thinking over there,” he says, looking out at the road.
“I just love you so much.”
“You know I love you too.”
“I do know that,” I tell him.
When I first got into his truck, I thought the center console was immovable, but now I know it can be pushed up and become a seat. I unbuckle my seatbelt and push the seat back up. I slide over to sit next to him.
“What are you doing, pretty girl?”
“Whatever I want,” I say sassily as I put my hand on his thigh.
It’s getting dark out, and we still have about forty minutes before we reach Nashville. We are staying the night, our first time in a hotel room together, and my first time period.
He puts a staying hand on mine when I reach for the zipper on his pants. He looks so hot in his dark dress pants and black shirt. His suit jacket is hanging in the backseat. We look good together. I borrowed the black dress with red flowers I’m wearing from Sierra.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says. He hasn’t let me do this, and I really want to.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Can I please suck your cock, Matt?” I ask, practically begging. He makes a strangled sound in his throat that sounds like a yes to me. He moves his hand back to the steering wheel. I grin into the darkness and continue to unzip his pants. Reaching inside, I find his rapidly hardening cock. I wrap my fist around him and stroke him until he’s fully hard. Then I bend over him and pull him into my mouth. I moan when a drop of his cum hits my tongue.