XXXVI
"This is exactly why I love you. You seem so fucking innocent and good yet here you are, in our bathroom, taking my pants off to shove my dick in your mouth." I whisper to her while we kiss, making her moan in response.
"I's the hormones... There are so many in my body right now, I can barely control myself." she admits, finally winning the battle with the zipper and eagerly pulling my pants and underwear down, squeezing my dick in her petite white hand.
I harshly breathe in, biting my lower lip to prevent myself from groaning to loudly. With one last peck on the lips, she descends to her knees and takes me in her soft, warm mouth, circling around the sensitive head with her tongue, then licking from the base to the top, taking me as far as she can.
I can feel myself getting close to cumming all over her gorgeous face so I tug her hair. "So-soph, baby, stop." I stutter, having to focus on pronuncing the words. "I wanna f-fuck you - fuck, baby."
She stops, kissing the head once again, and eagerly pulls down her pants. I see a wet spot on her underwear, meaning she's ready. As much as I love eating her out, I'm glad in this moment to see that I can take her immediately.
The feeling of me entering her is better than everything in this fucking world and I cover her mouth with mine to conceal both of our moans. I think about spanking her but decide against it because: a) the noise - there are still assholes in our living room and b) she's pregnant - gotta be careful.
She's gonna see hell when the baby is born, though.
Well, not immediately after, but when she recovers. I can't risk hurting her.
"I love you so much." she moans and with those words and one last final thrust, I send us both over the edge and up to the stars.
Coming down after a few moments, I lazily smile at her. "I love you, too. Especially now that I don't have to worry about protection. I have to take advantage of that while I still can."
She rubs her big belly. "I don't think you have long."
I shrug. "Me neither. Guess we'll just have to make another." I kiss her on the nose. "Now let's go back to entertaining the assholes in our living room."
Half an hour later, I'm back to being bored out of my fucking mind. I love Sophie, fuck do I love her, but looking around I can tell I've becomed as whipped as fucking whipped cream.
That's pretty fucking whipped.
I don't like the feeling at all, this is not what I signed up for. I signed up for some fun and quality time with Sophie, alone.
However, soon that's never going to happen again, unless we got ourselves a babysitter.
A good one, that is.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through Instagram to check what the idiot friends I had back in the US are doing.
Unsurprisingly, my feed fills with pictures of parties and half naked teens.
I've forgotten I am technically a teen, myself. At least for 2 more months.
Teen and already have almost 2 kids.
This relationship took me where I never thought I will be, not with the gang shit and the past I had and not this soon.
I love Sophie so much.
But I miss my old life a little, too.
I open up my inbox, looking for Alex.
"You up? Wanna go out?" I text him and put my phone on the table.
"Then the hairdresser told me to use the shampoo I've been avoiding since I was a teen, and I realized how stupid I was-"
Zoning back out of the lame ass conversation, I notice Coach is zoned out too, but still too fucking stubborn to even make eye contact with me.
My phone beeps. "Yeaaa, mate. The Pulse in 15?"
"Sure, don't be late."
I lean over to kiss Soph on her cheek. "I'm going to go grab a drink with a friend, he just texted me. Won't be back too late, I promise okay?" I whisper in her ear.
"What? Why are you leaving?" she asks with a frown.
"Just... This shit is not for me, sorry. I love you but I can't do this anymore. I'll see you in about an hour." placing another quick peck on her lips, I stand up and leave before she convices me to stay.
Somehow I know it won't just be one hour and I despise myself already for not having a guilty consciousness.