Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

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.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

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.