I frown and look at my hands-my ring was gone. Alex reluctantly hands it to me. I quietly thank him and put it on. Alex sits on the edge of the bed, staring at a fixed point and running his hands along his thighs. I smile as I move closer to him.
“You’re a very jealous boyfriend,” I whisper, running my hands over his shoulders.
Alex sighs and looks at me out of the corner of his eye.
“I know, and you know it. Why the hell do you do these things to me?” he murmurs.
I laugh quietly and sit behind him, putting my legs around his waist, my arms around his chest, and resting my cheek on his back.
Alex caresses my legs and sighs. “I’m sorry. I went crazy just thinking that that son of a bitch would even think about touching you… Shit.”
“The reason I’ve seen him is because I have detention, but he’s never tried anything inappropriate with me,” I shrug. “He’s just another teacher.”
“I was just another teacher,” he says.
I look a little to my right, meeting Alex’s gaze.
“But you’re hot as hell,” I shrug.
Alex lets out a small laugh and pulls away from me, turning around and staring at me.
He crouches in front of me and takes my hands in his.
“I… I thought a lot while I was in New York,” he whispers.
I raise my eyebrows. “About what?” I ask.
“We,” he admits, and I wrinkle my nose.
“Are you going to break up with me?” I ask, and Alex looks at me, scared.
“Not a fucking chance!” he exclaims. I sigh with relief. “In fact, it was the opposite,” he murmurs, a little embarrassed.
I take his face in my hands, and we intertwine our gazes.
“So?” I ask.
Alex comes over to me and kisses me. His kiss is slow and romantic. I sigh as I feel his kisses trail down my neck to my collarbone. He helps me lie down on the bed and removes my school uniform.
His wet lips kiss the space between my breasts, then down to my abdomen. I bite my bottom lip as soon as I feel his kiss on my panties. I look at him, and he does the same.
Then he takes off his shirt and places himself between my legs, kissing my belly numerous times.
“I want a baby,” he says, and I feel my body tense.
“What?” I asked confused.
Alex moves my legs apart and starts to pull down my panties. “What did you say, Alex?” I question him, and he responds by gently touching me, causing me to bite my lower lip.
“I said I want a baby,” he replies just before he inserts a finger inside my pussy, making me moan as I gaze at him. “I want us to have a baby.”
“You’re out of your mind!” I gasp as his tongue brushes against my G-spot.
He adds a second finger, and I grasp his hair, urging him to go deeper. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I close my eyes and exclaim, “Oh… holy heaven.”
Then a third finger joins in, and Alex playfully bites my clit, causing me to gasp and arch my back.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me rapidly, sending waves of sensation through my body.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moan, hearing a growl from Alex in response.
He stop licking my pussy and starts to thrust his fingers with more intensity.
“Do you like it, baby? Do you enjoy Daddy’s fingers?” he asks, and I sniffle while nodding. “Come on, baby. Scream, tell Daddy how much you love it,” he urges in a husky tone, and I moan in response.
“Daddy,” I sob, “I adore your fingers, Daddy,” I say as I feel my body start to tense. Alex quickens his pace, and my body begins to shake.
“Shit!” I scream.
I find myself hunched over, trembling, and rolling my eyes. A warmth begins to flow from me, and I only return to my usual self once it subsides.
Turning to Alex, I see a triumphant grin on his face, causing my cheeks to redden with embarrassment as he leans over and kisses both my cheeks.
“And?” he prompts, and I gasp in response.
“That was incredible,” I whisper, and his smile broadens in pride.
“I really want to have a baby,” he confesses, making me gulp nervously.
“I’m not ready to have a baby at 17,” I reply, scared, and Alex chuckles.
“Not even for your 26-year-old boyfriend who’s getting older?” he questions with a pout. I smile and cup his face while gently stroking his cheeks.
“Alex,” I chide, and he pouts back at me.
“Time is slipping away,” he mumbles, making me laugh as I kiss him. “Oh come on, we could get married if that’s what’s bothering you,” he suggests casually.
I hesitate and swallow hard.
“Alex…”
“Okay, I’ll drop it,” he growls, shifting away and pulling down his pants. I bite my lip as he removes his boxers. “I’m not using a condom anymore,” he asserts, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m on the pill,” I respond, to which he pouts.
“I’m going to make you so good that it’ll be less likely to work,” he jokes, sticking his tongue out at me. I laugh before he thrusts into me. I moan. “I’m going to get you pregnant,” he says as he begins to move inside me, gasping and sobbing at each thrust.
Dirty words spill from Alex’s mouth, driving me wild-his words, his touch, the way he moves; everything is overwhelming.
“D… Da… Daddy,” I sob, and he grunts in reply.
As he thrusts into me, Alex expertly play my clit. My body tightens, and I feel warmth envelop me. He swears a few times but maintains his slow pace until I cum.
Afterward, he pulls away, puts my panties back on, and then slips into his boxers before lifting me into his arms. He carries me to his room.
Gently placing me on the bed, he stands and looks down at me, and I have no idea what he’s thinking, but I appreciate his gaze. It makes me feel beautiful, cherished, and significant.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers, and I feel my cheeks warm.
“Am I?” I ask, and Alex frowns.
“Absolutely,” he replies, and I smile as I kneel on the bed, inching closer to him. I take his hand, kissing his knuckles and then sucking on his index finger while maintaining eye contact.
Alex gulps, gripping my hips forcefully. I squeal, but he quiets me with a kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he playfully spanks me.
“Daddy!” I yelp, and he bites his lip, squeezing my backside.
“Your ass belongs to me, only me,” he says. I pout but nod in compliance. “Say it-who does your ass belong to?”
“It’s yours, Daddy,” I whisper, kissing his jaw. His hands move to caress my breasts.
“What about these lovely ones, little one? Tell Daddy who they belong to,” he asks, touching them and sighing.
“They’re yours, Daddy,” I affirm, and Alex smiles to himself.