Prologue #2
Grinning around my tip, Dolly sucks me down to the back of her throat swallowing while she does as she shoves her finger into my ass and I throw my head back and groan, “Fuck yes!” and not able to stop myself, I grip her hair tightly and begin to thrust my hips, fucking her mouth while pushing back against her finger on each thrust back while she rubs it against my prostate.
“Fuck, that’s it, Dol, fucking take me,” I encourage as she tries to suck while I thrust, sending amazing sensations down my spine, her finger doing things I fucking love, and her other hand grips my balls, rolling them between her fingers.
Fuck me, that is good, and I’d bet her pussy would feel amazing wrapped around me.
I look down and watch as my cock disappears through her lips as she tries to rub her thighs together, and that does it, my spine tingles, my balls tighten, and I let go as her finger rubs inside me, the pleasure fucking perfect.
Dolly moans as I come down her throat and she swallows it like I fucking pro as she grips my ass with her other hand and I thrust deep inside her, pressing her head against my pelvis as I throw my head back just as I hear, “Well, sorry to interrupt!” the pissed off voice nearly throwing off my orgasm, but I don’t let it as Dolly continues to rub her finger inside my ass and I moan at the added pleasure.
Fuck yes!
I breathe heavy as I let go of Dolly and she slowly, while ensuring she licks around my cock making it twitch, moves her head back, not giving a shit someone is by the door.
I smirk down at her as she looks at me with tears trailing her cheeks, a flush showing she orgasmed despite me not touching her, her shorts wet from her own release.
Damn, that is hot.
Slowly, Dolly pulls her finger outta my ass, and I slowly pull my jeans back up, putting my cock that despite unloading just seconds ago is beginning to harden again as she sucks her finger that had been in my ass into her mouth.
Filthy fucking bitch.
I smirk and help her up, and she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss onto my cheek and murmurs, “Thanks, baby,” before turning around and leaving, and I watch her go but try not to laugh as she wiggles her fingers at a very pissed off Cheryl whose face is red.
I raise a brow at her because she has no reason to be here while her nostrils flare.
She’s wearing a short ass dress, and stripper heels – what a fucking shocker, not.
“So, that is who you replaced me with, huh? A whore?” she snaps, and I chuckle darkly as I shake my head.
“A clubwhore to be exact,” I admit gleefully, “But at least Dolly is true to herself, unlike you,” I curl my lip at the bitch, “You used me while whoring yourself out!”
Her chest moves quicker as her breathing intensifies, and she snaps, “I’m trying to earn a fucking living, Dirty!”
Another thing I should have realized was that she wasn’t the one – I never gave her my legal name.
“Right,” I say sarcastically, “well, why don’t you go back to earning that living then, yeah?!”
I heard the rumors from the other girls, the bitch had men go to her apartment as well, an apartment I paid a year's rent on, which ends tomorrow, so I’m not exactly surprised she’s here right now.
Cheryl crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her chin in defiance before she states, “I’m pregnant.”
Now, why am I not fucking shocked?
I chuckle darkly, “Is that so?” not believing her, but a smirk appears on her face, and I know I’m not going to like what she’s about to say.
“Yes, it is, I even have proof,” she declares as she lifts a white piece of paper and a small black and white photo.
Mother fucker.
I storm over to her as a grin appears on her face, and I snatch the paperwork out of her hand, instantly reading it, and fuck sake, she’s thirteen weeks pregnant.
I shove the paperwork back in her chest, and I declare, “I want a fucking DNA test because I can guarantee with every Tom, Dick, and fucking Harry you’ve had fuck that used up cunt, that brat isn’t mine, especially when I’ve always worn a condom!”
Instead of getting angry like I expected, Cheryl smirks and admits, “You’re right, the baby could be someone else’s, but it also could be yours because I poked holes in the condoms.”
As if I can’t control it, my anger takes over, and my hand comes up, gripping her around the throat, and she gasps in shock as I squeeze tight.
“You devious bitch!” I sneer, and she grins widely despite the fear.
“Maybe so, but I’m still pregnant, and I know you won’t hurt a pregnant woman,” she gleefully gloats, and I shove her hard, causing her to stumble back.
Pointing at the bitch I warn, “Get the fuck outta here before I kill you, and you will be hearing from my fucking lawyer, especially considering you’ve just admitted to trying to trap me on camera!”
Her eyes widen, and my nostrils flare as she looks around the room, her face paling seeing the cameras lacing the place and she demands, “I expect my apartment to be paid for by the end of next week.”
See, always about money with patch chasers.
I scoff, “Don’t think so, bitch, I won’t be paying a cent until I know for a fact that brat is mine, so fuck off.”
Her cheeks redden and she eyes the cameras again before screeching and quickly rushes out of the garage, the paperwork and scan photo dropping on the floor, and I breathe heavy.
“Fuck, I hope that kid isn’t mine!” I growl to myself, my orgasm well and truly fucking gone, and fury rushes through me at the thought of being stuck around that woman for the next eighteen years.
I roar out and punch the metal wall, pain instantly ricocheting through my hand before I fall on my ass, bringing my knees up as I rest my arms on them, and I glare at the paperwork confirming her pregnancy, so I couldn’t call her a bullshitter and panic hits.
Fuck, I’m not ready to be a dad, it can’t be mine, it fucking can’t.
***
Nine months later, after hearing Cheryl brag to whoever she was speaking on the phone to about becoming my old lady and having all the money she can try and spend before I walked into the room she was placed in, I leave the hospital with my newborn son in his carrier.
My dad beside me being the glue I need, while his mother, who is still high from the cocaine that sent her into early labor to begin with throws a hissy fit, the cops stayed with her to ensure she doesn’t try to take my son who I got full custody of.
A judge instantly siding with me after he saw proof of her whoring ways, even while pregnant, the cocaine use and the CCTV proof of her admitting to trying to trap me, ruining her plans to get my cut and my heart pounds because I know my whole life is about to change, the DNA results in my back pocket, the custody papers and the birth certificate that Cheryl is not on, ensuring it.
Fuck.