Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I lay on a sofa in the living room. It’d been a while since I’ve had this much freedom. And it was nice.

I’d left school an hour ago, getting home a full hour later because I’d decided to take my car for a spin.

God, I missed this. Car, video games, leaving school late. . .

And to top it all off, I didn’t have to see Ashley’s face for two whole weeks. What more could a guy ask for?

All I needed now was alcohol and a good hard fuck.

I started to plan the party I was going to throw tomorrow, making a mental list of all the girls that’d grovel if I asked them to my room.

Girls that’d be up for a good fuck without batting an eyelid.

I felt my cock begin to harden in anticipation, and I wondered if it was too late to throw the party tonight instead.

Reaching for my phone, I slid into Rory’s DM, asking if it’d be possible to throw a party tonight and still have lots of girls attend.

As I was about to put my phone down, the doorbell rang.

I was taken by surprise as I opened the door to a timid-looking Amelia and well, I found myself staring.

And as much as I tried to do it as subtlety as I could, it’d been a while since I had sex. My hormones were raging, and inasmuch as I’d tried not to picture Amelia in that way, all I could picture as I stared at her was peeling off the thick fabric of the sleeveless dress she wore.

I was jolted from my thoughts by Amelia saying my name repeatedly and waving a hand in my face, a confused expression on her face.

“Can I come in?” She asked, unsure.

My eyes traveled to her bare arms and I swallowed involuntarily.

In reply, I opened the door wider to let her in.

It wasn’t the first time we were walking up the stairs, but it was the first time I noticed just how smooth and sexy her bare legs were.

As we got to the living room, she stopped abruptly, almost bumping into the fly of my jeans.

Almost. . .

She stared wide-eyed from me to the chair, as if waiting for permission to sit. I only nodded as I was too busy trying to conceal the fact that I was staring.

As she took her seat, I couldn’t help but notice things. Her full thighs, small waistline, voluptuous hips. The perfect posture for a bouncing cowgirl position.

I took the seat next to her, her strawberry scent attacking my senses and my arousal pushing against my jeans in protest.

I watched her work, eyes glued to her books, contemplating on whether it was a good idea to take her upstairs.

Surely she’s smart enough to figure out why I’m taking her upstairs.

Making my decision, I said, “The gardener’s lawn mowing is making a hell lot of noise. Let’s go to my room.”

She paused in the middle of her writing, looking up at me with a distrustful look in her eyes. But I only found the way her eyebrows puckered in curiousity sexy as hell.

I swallowed deeply as she got up, books in hand, and began to walk up the stairs.