Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 29

Ten minutes later, she was walking in through the door of my room-she'd never turned down a request to meet up with me, and she always arrived on time-dressed in a tight, sleeveless crop top that stopped just above her navel, a short skirt and sneakers. "Yay tall, blonde hair, skinny legs?" I asked, dropping my phone on the nightstand and scooting over on the bed so Kimberly had room to sit.

"Was that your stepmom I saw on my way here, in the living room?" She asked as soon as she walked in, shutting the door behind her.

"She is not skinny." Kimberly rolled her eyes. "She looks like a f*****g model."

"Whatever." I waved it off. "Enough about her. Did you do what I asked you to?"

Taking off her shoes, she raised her feet onto the bed, her green eyes trained on me.

"Well?" She smiled, cheeks dimpling. "What does it look like?"

My eyes trailed down her face, stopping at the tips of her breast. I could make out her nipples, pointy and round, pushing against the fabric of her top. Looking back up at her, I gave a smirk. Just a tiny one. Nothing to show I was satisfied. Yet.

"And your panties?" I asked. "What color is it?"

"Nude," she replied, her cat-like eyes never leaving mine.

Only then did my smile widen. "Good. What next?"

Straightening up, she propped herself on her knees, before pushing me back onto the bed and climbing on top of me.

"I'm sure you have a condom," she said, slowly, but sensually, rocking her hips against my crotch.

"No, it's finished, but my pull-out game is best," I said, my hands reaching up to hold her waist.

She rolled her eyes. A habit of hers. "You're just lucky I'm on birth control, so you can hit it raw."

The smile that spread across my lips at her words reached my eyes this time. "You always seem to know what makes me happy."

Tightening my grip on her small waist, I held her and flipped her over so I was on top now and she was under.

Without any further waste of time, I grabbed my shirt, yanked it off and tossed it aside, just as she did hers, her perky breasts bouncing as soon she took off her top.

Cupping the right one with one hand, I leaned in and kissed her, hard and long, just the way I liked it, the fingers of my hand all the while fondling her b****t, tweaking its tight n****e, squeezing.

Her hands tugged at the fly of my jeans first before they grappled its way to the zipper.

I broke the kiss, stopping her hand from pulling my zip down.

"Not the regular." I told her.

"Handjob then?" She breathed, sitting up.

With a nod from me, she pushed me so I fell back onto the bed, then she held the zipper of my jeans and unzipped the fly. Out sprung my c**k, already fully aroused.

Wrapping a hand around it, the motion sending tingles up my belly, she began moving slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Stroking. She stroked rhythmically from the tip to the base and back to the tip. She varied her speed nicely, and then, by the next minute she was moving faster. Quicker.

In my belly was a built up tension, growing and growing as the minutes passed by until I couldn't hold it in any longer.

My eyes shut, breathing ragged, I rasped out, "I'm about to."

The moment I spoke, she went faster, her hand moving up and down in swift motions until, unable to hold it in any longer, I climaxed. On a pillow she, out of nowhere, placed over me.

"You think I was gonna let you come on my hair?" She smiled devilishly as she moved away from me. "I have other places to be, you know."

Ignoring her remark, I held her by the arm and pulled her closer, turning her around so she knelt before me.

"Your turn," I growled, pulling her in.

Spreading her legs wider, I teased first, sliding the edge of my c**k over her clit.

"You know how much-" stopping suddenly, she gasped the moment I slid it in fully.

That pretty much hushed her, enabling me to concentrate on the thrusting. My motions as I pounded in and out. Her a*s slapped against the base of my belly, titties bounced to and fro. She moaned. Gripped the sheets of the rocking bed.

Reaching for her boobs, I squeezed, pounding harder, her moans getting louder, breathing faster, head thrown back and eyes rolled back into their sockets until finally, I held her waists tighter and gave one last, deep thrust. With it came the ejaculation, right at the moment the door to my room swung open.