3. Baby…Please
Baby…Please
Lola Hopkins
Oliver had slammed me so much at work that I found myself secretly wishing the merger hadn’t gone through so easily.
The guy was driving me nuts and each day I woke up to a bigger and bigger stack of papers on my desk.
Not only was I swamped, but I was tired.
Getting out of bed every day was a nearly insurmountable struggle.
First, I’d fight off about an hour of nausea — an activity that had replaced my time at the gym.
Then, I’d have to figure out what the hell I could eat.
Nearly every food I loved made me feel sick to my stomach and I had no clue how to handle it.
I’d stopped drinking coffee too so mornings were more painful than usual.
After I’d left Mark’s the last time, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I couldn’t stop wondering if I should have been honest with him. My throat grew dry when I pictured what it would really be like to stop and truly tell him what was going on with me. The truth wasn’t pretty.
I took the two pamphlet’s my doc had given me off my table and tossed them into the trash.
“EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ABORTION” stared back at me, taunting me, reminding me that I couldn’t run away from this problem. As time went on, it would only grow. Literally.
And now that I’d left Mark, I had no way to work off all that tension.
I’d tried calling my sisters, but I feared that if I spoke to Anna-Mae, she’d know immediately.
That woman had some kind of sixth sense.
Or maybe it was something that happened naturally after you had two kids.
She could spot a pregnant woman from a mile away and I didn’t want my sister’s choices to get in the way of my own.
I had to handle this on my own. I didn’t want Mark to know either for obvious reasons.
I’d failed at keeping things casual. Or we’d failed.
Although I didn’t know how it had happened, the fact was it had happened.
And now I had to deal with this problem.
He didn’t deserve to be put through hell for this.
I knew that I’d left unceremoniously, I knew that I owed him some kind of explanation for just ending things, but I just didn’t have the strength to handle it. I could handle only two things: work and pregnancy. Adding Mark into the mix would have made the problem far out of my pay grade.
I’d had a feeling that Mark wouldn’t just let me go.
When we’d entered our “arrangement”, I knew he’d been seeing other women.
But I was starting to suspect that more of these other women had faded out of Mark’s life, leaving me the sole girl on his arm.
The strange times he called me and the way he hadn’t mentioned a single other woman in weeks had heightened my suspicions that the two of us were on the road to complicating things.
Under other circumstances, I would have been happy to have a guy like Mark all to myself.
But after what had happened with me and Darius, that kind of closeness only scared me. He could hurt me at any minute. Did I really want to be the woman foolish enough to try to tame a playboy?
That day I was profoundly unlucky. After having a hellish day at work, I heard the distinct sound of Mark’s car horn outside. I opened the door and watched him walking up to me. He looked determined. He was probably hell bent on getting answers for the way I’d treated him our last night together.
“Mark,” I greeted him.
“Cut the BS Lola, I’m coming inside.”
I swung the door open wide. A guy like Mark relied on honesty for things to work between us and I should have known he wouldn’t accept me leaving like that, especially if he was certain I was lying.
“What’s going on?”
“You know what’s going on. What the hell was that at my place the other night?”
I closed my front door and followed Mark inside.
“I have a right to end things whenever I want.”
I was being stubborn despite knowing my stubbornness wouldn’t serve me.
“Yes you do, but after two years I think you owe me an answer.”
I pursed my lips and folded my arms, “Maybe there’s no answer.”
He moved in closer to me.
“Bullshit Lola. Don’t play games with me. I’ve had enough games to last a life time.”
“Something’s going on with me. It’s not you,” I replied, hoping that would be enough to get him off my back.
It wasn’t.
I continued, “I’m just not satisfied Mark. That’s the bottom line.”
He knew I was lying. He took a step closer to me — so close that I could practically taste his minty breath.
“Bullshit. You didn’t scream like a woman who was unsatisfied.”
I turned my grey eyes away from him. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. I couldn’t bear to have him draw the truth out of me before I was ready.
“Well, maybe I’m a good fake.”
He took his finger underneath my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. Screw it. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I wanted to tell him but I also wanted him to pin me against a wall and pound the living daylights out of me. Mark was hot, he wanted to chase me and he wanted me to be his…
I should have been happy just telling him I was hormonal and telling him I’d see him next week. But I wanted him now. I threw my arms around him and kissed him. I could tell Mark was surprised, but then he kissed me back. For now, I’d managed to quiet him.
“You’re something else, you know that Lola?” He muttered.
I pulled away from him and looked deep into Mark’s eyes.
I could see that he wanted answers from me, but I still wasn’t ready to give him the answers he needed.
I thought about the thing growing in my belly, the cells that would become a child sooner than I wanted. I couldn’t tell him about that yet.
So I tiptoed and kissed him again. Mark gripped my hips and pulled me close. We kissed so deeply that his scent permeated my nostrils and sent a jolt of desire straight down my spine.
“Come upstairs Mark.”
“No,” He growled, “I want you right here.”
He began to strip my clothes off. I could see the lust in his eyes and the absolute desire for me.
My chest was pounding with hunger for his flesh.
He began to strip off my shirt and I let him.
When he exposed my bra, he ran his tongue along the skin of my collar bone and then allowed his lips to suck on my neck.
“Beautiful,” He mumbled.
He reached behind me and unhooked my bra.
I arched my back forward, allowing him access to the clasp.
As my brassiere fell away, my large breasts were exposed to the cool air of my living room.
Mark licked his lips and used his fingers to start massaging my nipples.
With the cool air of the living room and the stimulation from Mark’s fingertips, my blackberry colored nipples hardened.
Mark bent his lips to my breasts and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I ran my hands through his coarse tufts of hair and he began to swirl his tongue around my nipples. I moaned and he moved his lips from one nipple to another. I pulled Mark’s face back up to my own.
“So you won’t tell me a thing, huh?” He whispered as his fingers fondled my nipple.
I shook my head.
“I can’t. I can’t explain.”
He shrugged, “Well maybe I can get you to make some noice elsewhere.”
He led me to my couch and then turned me around.
Mark bent me over the arm of the couch and began to work to slide my pants off.
He was rough and over eager to strip me naked.
But I didn’t stop him. I wanted this. I wanted to think of anything except the fact that I was pregnant and hiding it from him.
Mark pulled my underwear off and I could feel his eyes staring at my ass.
Mark loved my ass. He bent down and planted a kiss on my ass cheeks.
I heard him unzipping and I heard the sound of him rolling a rubber onto his hardness.
Mark was never lax about our safety. I felt a pang of guilt and pain in my chest as I thought about the fact that his vigilance still hadn’t been enough to stop me from getting pregnant.
Mark lined his dick up with my pussy and shoved it in from behind. Whoa! I was surprised to feel the size of his member as he invaded my pussy. Mark was desperate. I let out a loud cry as his ten inch dick entered me.
“Please…” I whimpered.
But I could tell he was going to have no mercy. He planted his hand on my lower back and began to pound into me. My pussy grew slicker and slicker with each thrust. I moaned loudly and Mark began to pound into me harder, grunting as he took pleasure from my tight heat.
“Ohhh!” I moaned.
“You like that huh?”
“Yes! Yes baby, give it to me!”
One of the side effects of my secret was a heightened sexual desire. I needed Mark to fill me up and satisfy all my cravings. At least it would take my mind off the worry. Mark began to plunge into me deeper. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock tightly as I came close to a climax.
“Yes baby! Yes baby I’m close!” I groaned.
Mark squeezed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, watching his dick disappear into my tightness.
His dick was coated in my juices and with each thrusting motion, I knew my pussy was coating him with more and more.
I exploded with pleasure. Unable to hold back a minute longer, I began bucking my hips and groaning loudly as he pounded me.
“Oh yeah, you like that babe? You like the feeling of my big hard dick?”
“Yes!” I squealed at the top of my lungs.
Mark grunted and he pumped into my pussy a few more times before he came.
When he pulled out of me, we were both covered in sweat.
There was something primal and euphoric about being taken from behind.
I felt like I was truly owned by him and my pussy responded in kind by delivering me an incredible orgasm.
“I’m not finished with you,” Mark said as he pulled me to my feet and helped me get my pants on.
“You aren’t?”
He shook his head, “No. You can’t get away with dishonesty Lola. I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished.”