It has been 4 days since I found out. I knew exactly who the father was, he was standing in front of me right now.
"Maggie, Zoe told me that your pregnant."
His eyes were full of anger.
"When were you planning on telling me!"
His large palm rests on my belly.
"That's my, our child in there."
I take a step back, out of his hold. I suddenly feel cold, like I'm missing something.
"Yes it is, my baby. Who says it's yours?"
He steps forward again, again and again, backing me into the wall with each step.
"Because you aren't the type of girl who is in everyone's bed."
I make a hopeless attempt at swallowing down the lump in my throat. I stare up into his emerald eyes, they melt me. I lean up and meet his lips in a fiery kiss, full of remorse, regret and desire. His mouth wrapped around my neck, sucking softly, I instinctively let out a tiny moan as I turned around to meet his lips in a desirable kiss. His large hands wrapped possessively around my petite waist, pushing me into my bathroom as he went.
"I've missed you so much Mags."
I let out another deep moan as I devoured his mouth, our tongues battled for dominance.
PJ reached over me, I heard the gentle creak of the tap, water began to spill onto the floor. It sort of sounded like rain on a rooftop. Before I could comprehend anything more I heard the sound of fabric ripping. He had just ripped my shirt.
"PJ! What the hell?"
My words came out breathlessly. Anger really can't be taken seriously when you're turned on. I'll yell at him later. My thoughts instantly got ripped off when PJ started massaging my left breast, ripping my tights as he goes. A breathless gasp slipped free when I felt his finger stroking my wetness. I still didn't understand half the things PJ knows about sex. It's probably because I was a virgin before him.
"PJ… wha-what are you doing?"
His caramel eyes met mine.
"Mags, do you trust me?"
His voice was sprinkled with worry.
"Yes."
His lips land on my forehead in a comforting kiss before his finger slips into my hole. It feels so good. Am I a slut for thinking that?
"Faster."
My hips grind into his fingers shamelessly, the warm pool starting to form in my stomach cut off when he withdraws his fingers. I let out a groan of frustration.
"Sorry Mags. It's getting painful."
I know exactly what he's talking about. I have read enough romance books and watched enough shows to know that he's hard. I drop to my knees.
"Mags? What are you doing?"
I slowly pull his underwear down with his pants watching as his dick flings out. If you were to measure it the length would probably be longer than 9 inches not to mention the thickness.
"Just saying Peej, I've never done this before. Sorry if it's not good."
He lets out a deep groan when my hand wraps around his length, stroking slightly. How the hell will this fit in my mouth?
"Be my good little constable and wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock."
I oblige. My tongue swipes over the tip, tasting the salty taste of his pre cum. My moans vibrate around his length. His groans give me the motivation to continue. A tiny yelp escapes from my throat when his * hands wrap around my blonde hair, yanking it down as I come up for air. Before I get a chance to catch my breath, his hand pushes my head back down, I gag when his tip hits the back of my throat. He keeps a fast rhythm up until I feel the warm liquid squirt into my mouth.
"Swallow."
I swallow the acerbic taste, gagging slightly at the consistency.
"Know how pretty you look down on your knees for me."
I nod. My fingers move to the clip of my bra, unbuckling the clips, letting it fall to the ground. I stand up and move into the shower, wetting my hair and running my hands down my body, following the water. PJ looks at me for a second until he yanks his shirt off to reveal his perfect abs and v-line. PJ Hasham is so handsome.
I feel his arms wrap around my tiny body. It feels like a barrier protecting me from the world. That's how I feel with PJ. Safe. My body melts into his until I'm being turned around and pushed against the glass of the shower. I let out a little giggle, becoming wetter by the second.
"Now I want you to tell me the truth. That baby is mine, isn't it?"
Yes. It is.
"It is. The baby is yours."
His hold on me loosens.
"You are so tight Mags."
I let out another moan when he crashed into me.
"I'm so obsessed with you."
This time I scream. He thrusts into me again, again, and again.
"PJ, fuck, please…"
I felt his teeth ripping into the flesh of my neck, sucking and licking the spot to ease the pain.
"Does my pretty little constable love when I fuck her from behind?"
Something about his tone of voice, it was so possessive and protective. I fucking loved it.
His thrusts slow down, torturing me.
"Does."
Thrust.
"My."
Thrust.
"Pretty."
Thrust.
"Little."
Thrust.
"Constable."
Thrust.
"Like."
Thrust.
"When."
Thrust.
"I."
Thrust.
"Fuck."
Thrust.
"Her."
Thrust.
"From."
Thrust.
"Behind?"
That son of a bitch.
"Ye-yes."
He quickened his pace, making me moan at how rough he can be when he wants. It turns me on. I may be just 'Constable Maggie Doyle' to everyone else but with PJ… I was his pretty little whore.
Just after my climax hit, PJ's came crashing down, filling me with his warm liquid.
His arms wrapped around me protectively, his palm rests on my stomach as he kisses my shoulders slowly.
"I love you Mags."
I sink back into his hold.
"I love you too. I'm sorry."
We sink down to the shower floor and just hold each other.
Author's Note:
The shower scene has been delivered. Next is secret kisses in the locker room and sweet nothings. Also I will now try to calm the sex scenes down a little.
-Majorie :)