The Right Time

8. What The Hell?

Lucas

Remember approximately two weeks ago when I told Sarah that I would do anything to get her to forgive me? I regret it so f*cking much right now. Why couldn't I have said something different? I just knew that it would come to something like this. Can you believe that in order for her to forgive me, she wants me to get her pregnant? We have been over this a million times already. I'm not ready for a baby. And she hasn't been making the decision easier either. I love her and I would do anything for her.

I was afraid to get intimate with her because of being paranoid that I couldn't pull out quick enough. If I wasn't going to have a child wholeheartedly, I didn't want to have one. Having a child is something I wouldn't want to regret. Especially if I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. I still haven't enjoyed my life the way I wanted to, because I've been building this empire ever since I left school. I've been working as hard as hell. I just now started getting enough free time to go on vacations. I don't want to give that up just yet. I wanted to wit a couple more years. Maybe when I'm thirty.

I'm sitting at work and I can't get anything done, because this crosses my mind every five minutes. I still have an hour left here, but so much to do. I made up my mind that I was going to focus on my work so I could finish as soon as possible. This company hired up to look over their records, because some discrepancies were appearing, but they couldn't find the trail of where it started. After about fifteen more minutes, I finally found a breakthrough. I would have to get someone to do an audit to figure out when it happened, or who was in charge when it did.

After making up my mind about what was to be done about the account of my client, I packed up my things and left for the garage. As usual, I bid my employees goodbye and let them know that they did a good job. I entered my car and drove home. When I reached home, I sat in the car for a while, not knowing how to deal with Sarah when I got inside. I hope she is not in lingerie. I won't be able to control myself nd I won't resist f*cking her. I would just pull out before c*ming.

I exited the car and took my took my briefcase from inside of it. Locking up my car, I went inside and it was just as I expected. Candles were lit, giving the room an erotic, romantic ambiance. F*ck! Sarah was sitting on the sofa with her legs wide open, showing me her p*ssy. That thong that she was in was barely covering anything. her p***y lips were peaking out from the sides and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I put my briefcase on the little table and walked towards her,

I kneeled in front of her, not removing my eyes from my 'dinner'. I pulled her to the edge of the sofa and opened her legs. I put her to lay back, while I opened her legs as far as it could go. She held he legs up. I then spat on my fingers and started rubbing her cl*t. I rubbed it in circles and I could see the evidence of her arousal seeping through her slit. I leaned forward and used my tongue to lick it up. She mewled in response, so I did it again.

After a few moments of doing that, I stuck a finger, then two, into her. She moaned. I immediately searched for her g-spot and started rubbing on it gently, while sucking on her cl*t. The noises were getting uncontrollably loud. She started clenching my fingers and I sped up my pace. Her p*ssy muscles spasmed, and the liquid started to flow out. I removed my fingers, licking up the juices from her p*ssy and then licking off my fingers. She had her eyes closed, panting with a satisfied look on her face.

I got up to try and avoid having s*x with her, even though my d**k was as hard as a rock. I would take care of it when I go inside the shower. Sarah, on the other hand, was not going to let me get away just like that. She grabbed my d**k and I groaned. She started rubbing me over my dress pants, making me conflicted about showering or f*cking her. Guess what I decided to do? I started stripping my clothes off my body in lightning speed. My hard d**k sprung up to my navel upon release. She tried to give me a blowj*b but I lost all rationality.

I pushed her back on her back and plunged into her without warning. I thrusted relentlessly back and forth. There was an urgency in the way I was f*cking her. She was moaning my name and it turned me on to the point that I went harder and faster. I put her feet on my shoulders going deeper. She grabbed my *ss, pulling me into her more. She knew I liked when she did that. I could feel my org*sm coming in full speed. As I was about to pull out, Sarah flung her feet off my shoulders and wrapped them around me, caging me in and stopping me from pulling out. I fought but my resolve disappeared and it was too late. I c*me inside her. Sh*t!

I got up and walked away angrily. I can't believe that she f*cking did that. She forced me to get her pregnant. She had this planned all along. I should've f*cking known she was up to no good. I punched the wall angrily. I stormed off upstairs, not saying sh*t to her. I grabbed my pajamas and went to the guest room. I locked the door to make sure she couldn't enter. She f*cking pissed me off. I was so angry that I fell asleep almost immediately my head touched the pillow.

I woke up with the same anger that I went to my bed with. F*ck! I needed to cool off. It was a little too early, but I was going to work now, nonetheless. I didn't want to be around her because I would probably say something that I might regret. I showered and went down to get some coffee. I grabbed my briefcase from the table that I left it on last night. She was sitting in the living room crying,, but I was not going to feel sorry for her. She did this to herself. I grabbed my coffee mug and filled it with black coffee, after which I proceeded to leave. She tried to say something, but I wasn't hearing sh*t. She needed to know she really f*cked up.

I went inside the garage and started the car. I drove out as soon as the garage door opened. About a minute's drive later, I realized I left my phone. I parked the car on the side of the road and walked back to the house. I opened the front door and started looking in the living room, because that was where I left everything when I reached home last night. I found it and was about to leave when I heard Sarah in the kitchen. She was on the phone, laughing. Wasn't she crying less than five minutes ago? I went closer to listen to the conversation.

"It worked. I got him to c*m inside me. Now he will think it's his baby." What the hell?

"No... I can't let him know that I was cheating on him and got pregnant in the process."

"I won't ever tell him and neither will you."

"I just have to wait for a couple of weeks and then tell him I'm pregnant."

"He trusts me. he won't ask for any DNA test."

"I've got to go. I love you."

I couldn't believe what I heard. She had the nerve to blackmail me in getting her pregnant, all because someone kissed me and I kissed back, but she was pregnant for someone else and trying to pin it on me. Hell no. I was going to play her game to make her think she won. I left quickly before she even realized I came back. I sat in my car thinking how grateful I am that I left my phone. I kissed it and drove off to work, to do my daily tasks. I would keep on pretending that I didn't know anything. Sarah hurt me like I've never been hurt before and she was going to regret it. I was going to make sure of it.