Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
MARI
The dinner was fun especially with the old-time reenactors and the food was amazing. Royce doted on me all night making sure I ate, walking me to and from the restroom. It was almost like he thought I would disappear, not like I didn't give it some thought.
The four of us, Mila, Jacob, Royce, and myself, we had a blast and for once it felt nice to be a part of something. At the end of the night, once everyone else had left and I convinced Mila that I was alright leaving with Royce, he brought me to his mom and introduced me as his woman and the mother of his unborn child. My heart broke because I haven’t had a chance to tell him about the adoption.
“Are you warm enough?” he asks, now that we are in his house, in his room. He has slowly been undressing me and himself, kissing me in between.
“Yeah.” I can’t bring myself to look at him right now.
“Hey, it’s just us now. Talk to me.” he implores, lifting my chin. I am trying to stop the tears, but it is no use. “Fuck. I need you to stop that shit right now, Mari. Those tears are fucking with my head.” He says, turning away from me not able to handle my sadness.
“I’m sorry it's just that you’re so happy about the baby but I’m not keeping it.” I barely get that out before I am sobbing like a mess. His body tenses up and then he steps back from me.
“What the hell are you saying to me right now?” Suddenly I feel cold and alone. Wrapping my arms around me, I hiccup my way through the explanation.
“I am giving the baby up for adoption.” He looks at me like I have committed treason. “I can’t raise this baby alone, Royce. I have to leave this town and…”
“And you’re going to fucking do it with my child in your arms, my ring on your finger and me by your side. Like hell you are giving my baby away.” He says it with such finality like it is as easy as breathing. Momentarily stunned, I don't move when he walks back to me and pulls my top over my head. “My woman. My baby. My family,” he growls in my ear before his mouth touches mine and his tongue slides in.
“Royce…” I try talking but he simply pulls my mouth back to his while his hands roam over my nipples, tugging and pinching them.
“Nothing left to say baby. We are going to be a family and raise our child together. Now lift your ass so I can get these fucking jeans off.” I am so horny right now that all logic has left my mind.
We fumble our way to getting naked and when finally it is accomplished the anticipation is monumental. “Spread your legs, good girl.” I do what he tells me. I am so achy for him I would do anything.
When my legs are open, he growls and runs his fingers through my slit. Whimpering, I call his name like a prayer. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks it, and I can't help whining his name again. “Royce.”
“I have to mark you, sweet girl. This pussy is not only sweet and hot, but it is going to push my baby out and make us a family. I was never worthy of this gift, but you gave it to me and now, I own it. Open wider my horny little mama.” This man is on his knees pleasuring me and it is giving me confidence and power. “I need to fit my shoulders between them.” I widen my legs, praying he continues. If he quits now, I just might collapse.
“Ah. There she is. So fucking pink baby. So shiny it looks like she’s covered in glitter.” Holy shit. Who knew filthy words could be so hot.
“Royce!!” The first slide of his tongue between my folds is like a sledgehammer. My body jerks forward. His hand shoots out and holds me in place and thank goodness he is. His mouth has yet to move from the place where he is worshipping, and my legs are barely hanging on.
“Sweet fucking pussy. Tastes exactly like cotton candy. We are it for one another, sweet girl. You will never know another and neither will I.”
“I-I don’t want to be with anyone but you. I’m yours Royce.” I cry out, spreading my legs wider. I feel like at this moment I would promise him anything just so he doesn’t stop. I am rocking against his mouth, pulling his head further into me. When his mouth moves down to ass, I practically come out of my skin. I never expected that to feel so decadent.
“That's right, baby. MINE! . Say you understand so I can fuck you with the words embedded in my head.”
“Y-yes. I understand. Don’t stop.” His tongue moves from my pussy to my ass. He eats both of them like it is his first and last meal. I scream his name, demanding he lick harder and faster. I can hear the wetness, from each slurp like a kid with a popsicle.
“How about that? I have only been eating your ass and pussy for mere minutes and already you are demanding things from me. That’s okay baby. Demand away. You never have to ask me for this. There is no part of you I am not going to gorge myself on.”
God his mouth is everything. My body moves of its volition, demanding the friction it needs to finish. I don’t know if the amount of wetness I am making is normal, but it pleases him, so I won’t worry about it. “Royce please. Right there.” I cry out, gripping his hair.
“Take what you need, my good girl. Take and give me your cream in return. Come baby because as soon as you are done you are going to become my rut hole.”
“Yes Royce. Oh shit,” is the last thing I shout before my body floats into the air. I can feel myself moving above my body. While I am still floating coming down, he moves me to the middle of the bed.
I get a second to really look at him and marvel at how gorgeous he is. He is the sexiest masterpiece I have ever seen. “That's right, baby look all you like. Look and get used to it. This is all yours”.
Moving closer to me, he leans on his hands and knees and crawls over me, pushing my thighs open for him. “Grab your knees and pull them back to your ears. I need to be inside of you now. Deep. I need to feel your cunt swallowing me, so I can watch me drip out of you.”
Filled with lust, I grab my knees as commanded. I feel brave. With my finger, I slide it through my slickness and hold it out for him to taste. “Fuck,” he growls. I move my hand to do it again, but he practically falls on me. “NO! MINE! You don’t touch my new toy. I hated sharing as a child. Now you’ve fucked up.” He impales himself inside of me and even though I am not a virgin, the pain is piercing he is so deep, but I want to feel all of him.
“Oh shit!!!” I cry, not aware that tears are leaking from my eyes..
“Shhh. It's okay. Just let me in sweet girl. Just let me in.” As he says it his hands touch my belly and rub it. “Jesus, you feel so good. I don’t know if I can hold on. Fuck. Never felt anything so good.” I squeeze him and moan when it swells. “What the fuck. Don't do that. I'm barely holding on,” he grunts into my shoulder.
“It’s alright, Royce. Take it.”
“Say it again, baby. Tell me I can have you.”
“It’s all yours.” It’s true. I have belonged to him longer than I realized.
Over and over, his mouth seeks mine. There is not a part of my body right now not touching his. I meet his thrusts entranced by the feeling of us together with our baby between us.
“Look at you. So greedy and beautiful. Bountiful and sweet. Fucking hungry pussy is making me lose control. I can’t hold on baby. Your baby cave is too tight and wet. My cock can’t stop.”
“It’s ok, Royce. I don’t need you to stop. I need you to finish. I can take it. Give it to me.” I am meeting his thrusts in a frenzy. His mouth is still sucking and biting at my lips. He lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes staring into mine. I see the love and possessiveness in them.
“I fucking love you, Mari. You and our baby are my life now.” Tears fall from the side of my eyes, and he picks them up.
“I love you too.” I see the emotion in his eyes and then it is clouded by his need for me.
He leans back and pushes into me like his life depends on it. I dig my nails into his skin and cry out. His finger finds my already swollen clit and pinches it, then nothing. I don’t see or hear anything until he curses and shouts into the room burying his head in my neck.
“Motherfucker that's it. That’s good shit.” Then I feel his hot seed fill me up before he drops to the side of me and pulls me into his arms. “I love you. I love you,” he whispers over and over. I hope he still does when he finds out my plan hasn’t changed.
I have been awake for a few hours, my mind a bin mixed with so many different thoughts and emotions. I have no idea what to do. I made the decision to give this baby up because I knew I would be raising it alone if I didn’t, but now with Royce all over me, inside of me, telling me he was looking for me, that he missed me, that he is never letting me go, I find myself allowing the idea that maybe I could keep this baby that has been growing inside of me.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks in my ear. Rolling over, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me before moving my hair out of my face.
“I don’t know what to do,” I tell him honestly.
“That’s easy. You are going to go get your shit and you and our child are moving in with me.” He’s joking right? I mean he has to be playing with me. Never mind the fact that we barely know one another, but he lives with his parents. “You thought I was playing last night when I told said you belong to me? Did you think I was making it up when I said I marked you and claimed you? My cock didn’t convince you that I was serious as fuck?” Oh shoot. I need to be protesting his command, but he is moving his hips back and forth against my clit and I am momentarily blind with lust. “Just feel baby. Feel what we are going to have every night.” I move my hips chasing his cock wanting to feel him fill me up once more, but he just rubs against my clit until I scream his name once again.
“Crap Royce,” I reprimand him, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t think when you do that.” I tell him coming down from another orgasm. I can still feel his wetness on my pussy, and it is taking everything in me not to wiggle against him for more.
“Then stop fucking thinking,” he says, biting my neck. At the same time he slides into me slowly, barely moving.
“Oh God,” I cry out when his bite and movement hits me just right. “Please,” I beg him, squeezing him with my pussy. I want to pull him down more but his weight on me might not be good for the baby.
“Fuck. My good girl is bad when filled with this beast, huh.” Holy moly his mouth.
“Royce. Seriously. What about your parents?” I try to get back on track, but his hands grip my knees, and he spreads them wider. “So hard,” I shout at him, rolling my head back and forth. My hands dig into his ass pulling him further into me. His cock is so thick and long there isn’t part of me that is not being touched.
“Fuck baby. I only had this pussy one time before it was taken from me, and I was obsessed. What do you think is going to happen now that I can get it when I want it? Huh. Do you really think I won’t be in it every minute of every fucking day?” He licks my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. Every inch of me is sensitive right now. I’m sticky, warm, covered in love bites, and stuffed full of him and I want it to not stop. He has me so riled up from all of the orgasms, that I buck against him chasing his cum like an anecdote to a fever. “Shit Mari, slow down.”
“Can’t slow down, it’s so good.” Smack .
“Don’t hurt my kid being greedy.” Oh crap. All that smack did was go straight to my clit and make me more desperate. “Fuck, your pussy just did some sort of contortion shit when I spanked you. Hell yeah we are going to explore that but right now, I need you to come because I can’t hold on.” He face is pinched like he is concentrating on holding it together and that alone helps me finish. I am the one making him lose control. That is potent information for my self-esteem and how sexy I feel.
I scream into his ear right when the orgasm hits me and then I feel his heat spill over into me, while he curses and grunts against my neck. “Wow,” is all I can say right now.
“Yeah baby tell me about it. Damn. You will be lucky if you ever leave this motherfucking bed.” I giggle for a moment because he is trying to make his face look serious but then I remembered what we were talking about beforehand. I move back from him so I can see his face.
“Royce, seriously, what are we going to do?” He sits up against the headboard and pulls me into his lap.
“Mari, forget everything you thought you knew or had figured out until last night. Tell me what is in your heart. What do you want to do?” Well that’s easy.
“I want to keep the baby and be with you.” There I said it. He smiles and kisses my lips before putting his hand on my stomach.
“Thank fuck. I would have hated to have to kidnap you, but I was prepared for that possibility.” Giggling, I lean into his chest and listen to his heartbeat. “You know, you never did tell me what we are having or do you not know.” His voice gets a little softer and emotional and it makes me sit up and look at him. The expression on his face is one of love and wonder but I find I am more pleased with the look of nervousness. I’m glad to know I am not the only one with nerves.
“A girl.” I tell him, placing my hands over his which are rubbing circles on my belly.
“A girl. My daughter is in your stomach?” I nod my head, emotion choking me. He lifts me off his lap and lays me on the bed. Since I have no clothes on he simply kisses my stomach and begins talking. “Hey baby girl. Your daddy is so excited to meet you and spoil you.” Tears leak down my face.
“Royce.” I whisper his name. I am scared to believe in all of this. I mean can it really be happening? Just then a knock sounds at the door.
Moving from on top of me, Royce puts on gym shorts and a t-shirt before answering it. Scrambling, I hop out of bed as best I can considering how dizzy I am from all of the orgasms. Looking around, I am searching for a shirt while Royce is at his bedroom door talking to who I presume is his mother. Not sure where my underwear are, I grab a shirt of his on the chair next to his bed and the jeans I was wearing and slide them on. I am doing my best to ignore the feeling of his come as it drips down my legs.
“Come on down,” is the last thing I hear before his door shuts, and he walks over to me.
“Is everything alright?” I ask him, wondering if his mama asked him to have me leave. I mean she seemed nice and like she liked me but that could have been for everyone else in the room.
“Oh yeah. Mama just wanted me to know she was back, and she asked if we could come downstairs so she and my father can formally meet you and talk to her and my dad.” Oh God. I knew it was too good to be true.
“Talk. Talk about what?” My hands are wringing one another hard enough to cause bruising. I don’t know why I let myself believe this could be real.
“Hey, baby look at me.” Royce’s voice interrupts my runaway thoughts. His hands cup my face, and he put his forehead to mine. “Mari, it is going to be okay. My mom is probably more concerned with getting to know you because I have been brooding over not being able to find you for months.” That makes me smile slightly but then the doubts come back.
“What if she doesn’t like me now that she knows and what if she tries to talk you out of being with me? You know what, we don't have to do this. I had a plan, and I think it's best if...” his mouth on mine cuts off my tirade and I can’t help moaning. When he gets his hands on me I forget everything else.
“For the last fucking time my baby will not be raised by anyone but her mother and father. Even if my parents have a problem with you, that is their issue. I am a fully grown man, and they know it. Trust me when I tell you that they would never do anything to jeopardize their ability to be in their grandchild's life.” That doesn’t make me feel better, thinking I could come between him and his parents.
Without having a rebuttal, I follow him out of the room and down the stairs. I am lagging behind him trying to stall as best I can but that only makes him move faster. We round the corner to the kitchen and sitting there are his parents deep in conversation. I tug on his hand a bit thinking maybe we could walk out quietly and not interrupt, but he simply clears his throat.
“Ah, there they are.” His mom and dad get out of their seats and walk towards us. Royce puts his arm around my waist and pulls me into him.
“Mom. Dad. This is my Mari, my future wife and mother of your unborn grandchild.” Gah. The word ‘wife’ startles me. Royce feels it and squeezes my waist.
“Well, so I can see why you were so sullen all these months. She is an angel.” His mom pulls me into her arms once again like she did when she saw me at the dinner. The tension leaves my body, and I find myself melting into her motherly embrace near tears. “You’re a tiny thing.” She looks down at my belly and then back up at me. “May I?” she asks, wanting to touch my stomach.
“Of course.” Her hands touch me, and I feel a tiny flutter. I don’t think the movement is vast enough that anyone else can feel it, but I do. “It’s a girl,” I tell her smiling, wanting her to know what we know. If I am going to keep this baby, I want her to have grandparents that love her and are involved. Lord knows she won’t get anything from my mom.
“Well son, it seems congratulations are in order.” His father pats him on the back and hugs him. “And you young lady, it is nice to meet you finally. My son was walking around here for the last four months like a toddler that lost his favorite teddy bear.” Royce scowls at his dads description which makes his mom, and I giggle.
“Well honey, tell us about you. We know how you two know one another but not much else.” Crap. This is the part I wanted to avoid. What is there to say? The truth is not pretty, but might as well get it over with. We all sit around the table, and I try to stop fidgeting with all of the attention on me.
“I am in my senior year of high school. It’s just my mom and me. We moved a few months ago to the other side of town which is how I lost contact with Royce and had to quit my job.” I mean that is it in a nutshell.
“So can I ask if you two have talked about a plan in these short hours?” Not sure what to say I look to Royce, and he places his hand over mine.
“We haven’t. The only thing we know for sure is we are going to have our daughter and live our life together.”
“Well, of course you are,” his mother says, like it is a foregone conclusion. “I am simply asking about the logistics.” I can see her getting into mom mode or what I assume a real mom would act like with questions and advice, but his dad cuts her off.
“Let’s give them some time, hun. They just found each other. I’m sure when they talk they will let us know. Right?” His dad words it as a question but it sounds more like a directive.
“You bet,” Royce says. For the next few minutes I fill them in on my last doctor's visit and due date and then they both leave to go to work. By the time we make it back up to his room I am exhausted emotionally. His parents are amazing and as shocked as I am, I believe them when they say they are going to help us as much as possible. When my head hits his pillow my last thought is that maybe my luck is changing.