His lips closed over my lips and he began to eat me.
Within seconds… the entire room started to spin…
His left hand held my left breast tight. I felt his chest against my back. His breath on my neck, making me quiver. He thrust forward for the millionth time, fucking my brains out from behind as we were in my bed.
Slowly, his right hand went from holding my hip to touching my belly.
His body slapped against mine, the bed moaning in protest as I moaned in pleasure. My legs were tingling and numb.
Knox sank his teeth into my shoulder and let out a deep growl.
His thick cock started to get thicker. I whimpered and clutched to sheets.
How could one man be so full of cum?
It was one of the wonders of the world with no answer nor explanation.
Knox turned a little toward me, throwing his right leg over mine, almost forcing me to my belly. I was pinned to the bed, face down, Knox smothering me. His thrusts became faster, his lips, tongue, teeth all touching the back of my neck. My hair was everywhere, in my face, making it hard to take a full breath of fresh air.
I felt a small rise of panic but then Knox started to come. He poured into me with such force that any sense of panic was killed off. And to my ultimate surprise, I started to orgasm. It came out of nowhere. I let out a scream as my insides pulsed yet again. Knox then lifted just enough to let me rock my hips and thrust at his spilling cock, eating up every droplet of his seed as I could get. My mind could only focus on the raging pleasure soaring through my body.
It was the most intense orgasm that had ever come out of nowhere.
Knox stayed right there too, fucking himself forward with force and gently pulling back, over and over for what felt like days.
Then he lowered himself down and rolled back to his side, his chest to my back.
His left hand holding my breast. His right hand against my belly.
I was trying to catch my breath when he kissed my shoulder and asked, “Has it been enough time?”
“You literally just came inside me ten seconds ago,” I said.
“Not that. The test.”
I laughed. “Yes, Knox. It’s been enough time.”
Knox pulled away and lunged from the bedroom toward the bathroom.
After he went down on me until I couldn’t breathe, Knox left the apartment to get more pregnancy tests.
I had just peed on the third and final test in the pack.
He came walking back to bed, butt naked, his insanely big dick just dangling between his legs like an extra limb, holding a little white pregnancy test in his hand. A big smile climbed across his face as he leaned against the doorway.
“Well?” I asked.
“Another positive.”
“Are we done questioning it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, darlin’. This is…”
I never saw Knox like that before in my life. He was giddy. He looked ready to cry even. It was like… it was like seeing him happy and free for the first time ever.
So much so that it made me choke up. Then I burst into tears like a hormonal mess.
Knox tossed the pregnancy test to the dresser and ran to the bed. He wrapped me up in his arms. “Darlin’, what is it?”
“You never wanted kids, Knox.”
“That was then.”
“But nothing’s changed.”
“What do you mean?”
I looked at him and felt the pit of my stomach give out. “What if someone… I mean… I’m pregnant. I’m going to get big. I’m going to eat gross foods. I’m not going to be pretty anymore for you. And then what if people find out and try to hurt me and the baby because of you?”
I had just unloaded a lot to Knox. So it was no shock when he got out of the bed again, this time his beautifully chiseled ass facing me.
But there was nothing beautiful about what I had just done.
Knox took another step away from the bed.
I had just chased him away… probably for good.
twenty-eight
(knox)
THEN
Mrs. McGover lived down the block on the corner. She had a chained link fence and a golden retriever that would chase me the length of the yard. The first few times I would go by there I would tease the fuck out of the dog. Then Mrs. McGover caught me and told me her dog, Honey, just wanted to be petted. I petted the damn dog and then Mrs. McGover asked me to cut her grass. I was looking for a few bucks to earn so I did it.
The old hag never paid me.
Not fucking once.
I cut her grass for ten years.
Why did I keep going back?
The dog.
She became a sense of comfort to me up until I met Ana.
I found out that Mrs. McGover lost her husband to cancer. And that she was never able to give him kids and that she blamed herself for his cancer because of that. She made cookies and they were always like little fucking bricks. I always ate one in front of her and then kept the rest to throw off the bridge at cars that passed under.