PREGNANT FOR THE WRONG MORETTI

CHAPTER THREE: JUST A NIGHT

Ricardo played with her n*****s, before finally putting one into his mouth, twisting the other under two fingers, she laughed, giggled, and let out a groan of satisfaction, as she dug her fingers into his hair,

Marie would have doubted his s****l prowess if she were to be sober, but as Ricardo tore off her dress and flung it to the floor, he went down on her like no man had done, circling his tongue around her c**t, Marie whimpered.

“Ricardo…” she said his name like it was too heavy on her lips,

“Are you enjoying it?” Ricardo asked, sucking her c**t until her legs shook so hard. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling, pumping, matching the rhythm of his mouth. She came fast and hard, screaming his fake name into the dark room, her hips bucking against his face.

He had taken back his stupid sunglasses, he didn't have any time to spare, stood up wiping his mouth with his sleeve, she reached for his belt, breathing so fast, he helped, shoved down his trousers and boxers.

His d**k sprang out, thick, hard, veiny, and a little bit soaked at the tip. She ran her hands over his d**k and he groaned, tilting his head back a bit as she cupped the tip with her palm.

“Ouuuh! Ricardo…You're so huge” “I love it” voice raw, eyes widened, filthy smiles on her lips.

He grabbed her hips, turned her at once, and bent her over on the bed. One strong hand holding her bare hips to his c**k. The other guided himself to her entrance.

He didn’t ease in. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt. Marie cried out, half pain, half pure relief. He gave her two seconds to adjust, then started moving, hard, deep, relentless. He was groaning deeply.

Every stroke slammed her face against the sheets. Her fist caught the sheets, holding onto it like it was running away, her soft moans filled the room.

“Your p***y feels so f*****g good” he whispered into her ear as he slid one hand under her, found her c**t again, rubbing tight circles while he pounded into her.

Then she let out a loud moan, her hand grabbing some fabric as she splashed her fluid the second time, her legs shaking vigorously.

He pulled out at the last second, turned her to face him, and then he carried her to the desk. Her back on the desk, her legs spread wide, and he drove back in, thrusting deeper this time, eyes finally locking with hers. The sunglasses were gone now; his grey eyes staring back at her with wild need.

He kissed her, not rough this time; filthy and slowly, while he f****d her, swallowing every moan. She felt him swell inside her, she heard his breath hang.

“Come with me,” he ordered as he clenched his teeth

She came a third time, soft moans leaving her mouth. He followed her over, burying his face in her neck, groaning her name as he poured deep inside her, his body vibrating, like he hadn’t had one in a long time.

They lay back on the bed. He kissed her slowly and softly, she placed her head on his chest and they both dozed off.

Marie forgot everything…herself, her pain, her name.

But morning came, and he was gone. She could barely recall his face, he wore those sunglasses more than he didn't all through that night, her head ached as she struggled to remember his name,

“Ricardo…Yes, he said Ricardo” she breathed, holding her aching head in one hand, the other clutching the sheets over her bare breasts. He was kind enough to have brought every item from the bar last night, her purse, her car keys, and her phone.

But he was gone without a trace, she rubbed a finger over her eyes, just then her phone beeped.

It was a message from an unsaved number,

“I am married. Don’t look for me. It’s safer for you if you don’t.”

She stared at that message for thirty minutes, numb and hollow, she couldn't even remember giving out her phone number to him, but she must have.

Then she read the message again and deleted it.

Marie had seen a fair share of betrayal to want to care about any man, she was happy whatever happened had no future, or so she thought. She was satisfied that the man also didn't want anything to do with her after that night, it was a one-night stand.

Now she lay on her bed eight weeks later, a child growing inside her, a child belonging to a married stranger who had vanished before sunrise.

Marie could have sworn she saw Ricardo put on a condom, what went wrong? She was tipsy, but she knew what she saw, maybe she was wrong.

She never believed that one night had planted a seed somewhere in her body.

She pressed her hands deeper against her stomach, her tears soaking her pillow.

Then random thoughts flashed through her mind “What would Ricardo do if he knew about this pregnancy?”

Then she dismissed it… he would definitely take the child away from her, he was a married man, he had a family, if Angelo could do that to her then why would a married man with a family even care? He might even want to get rid of her to save his marriage.

What would Jessie say? Probably something cruel. Something sharp enough to cut. Jessie hated her even without a pregnancy.

And her mother…Her mother would break. Not from shame. Not from anger. But from disappointment.

Marie covered her mouth as a sob tore through her chest. She couldn’t face her mother. She couldn’t face anyone.

Her fingers shook as they touched her belly again, soft, hesitant.

Maybe she should disappear again, and come back after she has had her baby? Her thoughts ached her head, it felt like the room was spinning. She placed a hand over her forehead,

Just then a knock came on her door, so loud it could tear down the door.