EroticReverie

Layla ....The Past

"I'm pregnant." I say to Devin. 

It was two months after the first time he fucked me bare. Two months of him insisiting we continue to go without condoms. Claiming we didn't have sex enough for me to get pregnant. I knew better, but yet, let him keep talking me out of using protection when we met up to have sex. 

Are you sure? You can't be pregnant. Did you take a test? And you're sure? You're positive? Question after stupid question, as if I didnt know how to pee on a fucking stick. 

"I'll pay for the abortion." Were his words when he finally accepted that I was actually pregnant. No "What do you want to do?" or "We'll figure out what we're going to do." No deciding together, but him deciding FOR me, what to do with MY body. And I'd let him. Because no, I didn't want to have a god damn baby, but I also didn't want the guy I was in love with to be so careless with how he handled the news. As if an abortion was just something simple. 

I'd tried not to cry as I just nodded in agreement. 

"Will you go with me?" I'd asked him. 

"You know I cant go with you Layla, what if someone sees us together?" He'd asked me as if I was stupid. 

"Don't be like that baby" he'd said when I'd turned my head away, trying not to cry.

"Layla, don't be a child about this. You knew the consequences , you knew this could happen." He'd said and I whipped my head and him and glared, wanting to fucking scream, because I'd told him multiple times we shouldn't have sex without condoms. 

"YOU said I couldnt pregnant, you were the one who-"

"Shhhh, I dont want to fight" he raises his hand and shakes his head and walks over to the hotel bed.

"but you're the one who-"

"shhh, shhhh" he whispers and then grabs my shirt and lifts it, my arms raising, letting him undress me and smiles.

"it's kinda hot" he says and then grabs me behind the knees and yanks me forward, making me fall onto my back, my tits bouncing. 

"If I wasnt marrying your sister....i'd love to let you have  my baby" he groans and pushes up my skirt and grabs my panties. 

I knew I was being a fucking idiot, that I was letting this man manipulate me, gaslight me, and groom me however he liked, because...when he wasnt being an ass, he was so sweet to me. He loved me, and spoiled me, and made me feel sexy, so I let myself constantly overlook the bad things about Devin. Because I wasnt a good person either, screwing my sisters fiance. 

"mm, we'll have to find out how far along you are...so i know how much longer I can keep cumming in your pussy...cant get you pregnant if you're already knocked up now, can we?" he groans and undoes his pants and I whimper. 

"i'd say we've got at least a month till we need to worry about it" he'd said as he hovers over me and slide his hard cock inside of me. 

"mmm fuck, yeah, that feels good, doesnt it baby?" he breathes as he begins to thrust in and out of me. I was wet, and I hated that I was wet, because I was mad at him, mad at myself, but it didnt matter, because I wanted him still, I liked being his, like him enjoying me and being with me. 

"mmm, cant believe you let me get you pregnant Layla, god, you must really love me, huh baby?" he groans and goes faster.

"y-yes" I'd whimpered as my legs wrapped around him and my arms around his back, holding onto him. 

"letting me get your tight little teen cunt pregnant" he groans. "god, i love you baby" he grunts and it's the quickest he's ever been, cum spilling into me. He curses and collapses, panting against my ear.

"mmm, fuck, your pussy is just too good Layla, fuck, you make me cum so hard baby, that pregnant pussy is even better..."he groans and slides out and rolls onto his back. 

"give me a sec, and you can ride it baby" he exhales , coming down from his orgasm.

"Go ahead and rub your clit to keep it wet for me baby" he says and then grabs my hand when I dont move. He pushes it down between my legs, turning and kissing my cheek. 

"Rub your pregnant pussy, Layla, show me how wet it makes you to have my baby inside of you" 

I close my eyes, making my fingers rub my clit, trying not to cry. 

"That's it Layla...you like having my kid in you?" he groans and his hand slips up and over my breast, squeezing it. I nod with a little whimper. 

"Mmm, I wish I could let you have that baby Layla...I'd love to know what you look like nine months pregnant with a round belly and milk filling these gorgeous tits of yours...you'd be such a hot teen mother" he groans and leans over and sucks my nipple and I whimper, torn between wanting to yell at him, and needing his mouth and hands all over me. 

"use your fingers, and fuck that little baby maker Layla" he groans. "fuck it with those fingers and get it nice and fuckin wet for my cock" 

I whimper as I finger myself and he groans , crashing his mouth against mine, and pulls me ontop of him. 

"Fucking ride me baby, sit on that dick and fill your mommy pussy with my cum"

I slide onto his cock, his hands grabbing my hips and I clench around his cock as he groans and his head goes back.

"my god, you're so wet, fuck you have the wettest fucking cunt..jesus baby...fuck that dick...fuck me with your tight pussy Layla...yeah just like that, just like i taught you Layla, that's it....that's what I like baby...there you go, good fucking girl" he groans.

"fuck, i cant believe you got pregnant" he grunts. 

"cant believe i fucked a baby into you Layla" he groans. 

"Shit baby, we knocked this little pussy up, didnt we baby?" he groans and thrusts up into me as I ride him, my tits bouncing as I yelp and moan, my pussy soaking his cock.

"fuck, you have me wanting to fuck them into you one after another, getting rid of em, just to fuck the next one into you, see how many times i can get you pregnant" he groans and cums inside of me again at his own words. 

"god damn" he grunts and holds my hips still, stopping me. 

"take a break baby, fuck" he groans as I slip off and lay on my back, he takes several breaths and then sits up and walks naked across the room, and grabs his cigarettes and opens the balcony door, walking out, dick hanging, soaked in my pussy and his cum. 

I just lay in bed, looking at him as he looks out at the city. I shouldn't love him. Devin wasn't a good man. But again..I wasn't a good girl. 

HE turns around, smiling at me as he exhales smoke.

"Come here beautiful" he says and I feel my heart stupidly beat faster for that simple little compliment. His charm turning on to erase the fucked up shit he just said while inside of me. 

I grab the sheet, pulling it around me, and he smirks as he watches me walk to the balcony. 

He grabs me a cigarette and gives it to me. I never even wanted to start smoking, and I don't except for when Im around Devin. He says it's sexy. I disagree, but I do it for him. 

He grins as he lights it for me and then licks his lips as I take a drag, and then exhale the smoke in a cloud that drifts away in the wind.

"That's not good for our baby" he jokes, and I flinch. He thinks it's funny, thinks me being fucking pregnant is a joke, because he's going to wave his money like a magic wand and have it taken care of. 

"Oh come on" he laughs and nudges me. "It was funny , Layla." he says and takes another drag of his cigarette.

"No it wasnt." I say barely audible.

He sighs. "Okay, have an attitude then Layla." 

I close my eyes as he flicks his cigarette over the side of the balcony and then walks into the hotel room, leaving me there in a sheet, with my unwanted cigarette in my fingers. 

I watch him walk to the bathroom, and then turn away, looking out over the city, taking another drag of my cigarette. He wasn't like this all the time. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. I tell myself over and over. He's not all bad. I love him. I love him. I love him.