ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: M.V.B. - Most Valuable Baby (Sports Secret Baby Romance) (Contemporary Interracial Pregnancy Romance) (59 page)

Zach’s handsome face appeared before her as got closer and she smiled at him.

“Hello,” she said softly.

He didn’t respond with words but instead, bent down to softly kiss her, his hands holding her face, his thumbs caressing the apples of her cheeks. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation, wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders.

It was a small eternity before he finally pulled away from her. “Hey,” he breathed. He took her hand and walked with her, their footsteps barely a sound on the concrete sidewalk.

She noticed then that one of his fingers was wrapped with a cast. She furrowed her brow. “What happened?”

He looked at his hand as if he’d just seen it for the first time. “Oh, I, uh… I broke my finger during the match.”

She realized what that would do to him tomorrow. He was at a severe disadvantage now. She opened her mouth to protest him fighting her father once again but he put a finger to her lips and then kissed her. She sighed into it, wishing her life with him would last more than a night.

“Sophia… I’m still relying on you. My finger being broken doesn’t change a thing. It makes it a bit more difficult, but…” He kissed her fingers. “I’ll still win this for you.”

Sophia felt her heart pound against the walls of her chest, desperate to escape. No one had ever said that to her before. She’d only ever seen it in movies… but unfortunately her life wasn’t a movie. She was afraid and every part of her screamed for her to just beg Daddy to spare him - to let him live and forget about her. The strange things people would do for love astounded Sophia.

Ten minutes later they reached his home and Zach locked the door behind her, checking his house and making sure everything was in its place. He seemed to be extra cautious today but Sophia couldn’t blame him. Daddy could send someone to kill him at any time if he didn’t feel like he could win. The front door was the only way in or out, though, because Zach lived in an apartment on the third floor and kept all his windows locked. He checked the closets and curtains, as well as under anything big enough for a person to fit in, but the apartment was completely empty aside from the two of them. When Zach let this fact sink in, he relaxed and went to the kitchen.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” he asked.

There was no lack of food in his fridge but she didn’t feel the need to eat any of it. She didn’t want to waste any time. She wanted to be close to him, for as long as they had to be with each other. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. “I just want to be with you, Zach.”

He said nothing as he shut the door to his bedroom and wrapped his arms around her. They stood in each other’s embrace for a long time before Zach kissed her, pushing her towards his bed. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done anything with him before so she didn’t feel nervous about anything he did. She was just concerned for his broken finger. She sat on the bed and looked up at him anxiously. “Are you sure? Your hand…”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry. It can’t move in the cast anyways. I just can’t get it wet.” He smirked. “Guess I’ll have to use my other hand.”

She blushed and looked away from him. He wasn’t a very bold person with her but when he was it embarrassed her. She much preferred him talking that way to everyone else and being gentle with her. She didn’t respond to him.

He put a finger on her chin and gazed in her eyes. “There is nothing wrong with your desires, Sophia.”

She blinked at him. “My desires?” She wanted to go to college for what she wanted, she wanted to be free… the realization hit what he was actually speaking about and she pursed her lips. “I…”

He kissed her and pushed her onto her back, onto his soft bed and climbed over her, trapping her where she was. She didn’t mind one bit and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt. He undid her hair and put the ribbon on his end table and returned to kissing her – on her lips, on her cheeks, on her jawline. She felt her loins flare a little but she wasn’t interested in her own pleasure. She just wanted to be close to him for as long as she could…and if this was the way he wanted to do it, she would never complain.

He slid his bad hand under her skirt and caressed her thigh, while his other hand unzipped the back of her dress. She really did want skin-to-skin contact with him and so her hands roamed to the hem of his shirt and tugged it up over his head, and threw it to the side. He pulled down on her dress, exposing her bra. It wasn’t lacy but it wasn’t completely bland either, with pink and blue strips. He smirked.

“Pretty bra, my love. Too bad it has to come off…”

He reached around and unclipped it with his good hand, and pulled it off of her. Her breasts were exposed now but she didn’t feel exposed. She felt like she was right where she wanted to be. He looked down at her, and licked his lips. He’d rarely ever done that but when he did it made her feel like she was worth all of his attention. He dove in on her, kissing her passionately and moving downwards to her breasts, his good hand squeezing one of them while the other wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him.

She normally didn’t let him do all the work but this time he insisted on focusing on her, on exploring her and kissing every part of her before they advanced any further. He seemed to have read her mind before they began and took his time extending every second into minutes, every minute into hours. In the darkness, it seemed as if the time they were spending together was extending until eternity by the time they had finally discarded the last of their clothing.

He ran his hands over her slowly from bottom to top, climbing in between her legs and laying his arms at her sides. He leaned his forehead on hers. “Are you feeling alright baby?” He asked.

His concern for her feelings warmed her and she nodded, smiling softly. Nothing could interfere with what they had. At least not right now, not tonight. She smiled at him and put her hands on his cheeks. “I’m alright because you’re here with me.”

He kissed her lips softly and rubbed his penis along the opening of her vagina. Zach did not have a particularly large penis but it was more than enough for Sophia - it was just the right size for her.

“You’re really wet… do you want it?”

The way he said it made her pelvis blaze and she nodded. “Please…”

He slipped inside of her and Sophia felt completed. She inhaled sharply and she gripped his shoulders, the feeling taking her off guard even though she’d been prepared for it. He moved slowly at first, and she felt every ripple of his cock along the walls of her uterus as he pulled out and then pushed. She let her breath go and arched up against him, craving more of his warmth. She kissed the side of his neck, savoring his smell. He responded to her with a sigh of pleasure, spurring him to move faster.

She let out little noises that he seemed to find quite enjoyable, even though she decided to muffle them by burying her mouth in his shoulder.

After a few moments of being on top of her Zac decided it wasn’t enough for him and flipped her flat onto her stomach and thrust quickly into her, making her gasp. She felt like her vagina was on fire and she wanted more now, even if she had thought before that she was fine with not finishing. He kissed the back of her neck and down between her shoulder blades. His hands explored her body - up her back and around to her breasts, fondling them and pinching her nipples. She covered her mouth with a pillow to stifle her moans but he tugged it away from her. “I want to hear you say my name,” he commanded into her ear.

That moment he began to pound her, hard so that her soft spots got all of his attention and quick enough that she couldn’t stop to think - only able to enjoy the man inside of her and obey what he’d said. She let out moans of pleasure in rhythm with his thrusts. “Zachary…”

He leaned up and tugged on her hair so that her back was against him, both of them on their knees. He stayed in this position knowing it was her favorite because it gave him access to the one spot that pushed her over the edge every single time. She moaned without inhibition now, her pussy flaring with pleasure. It got infinitely better when she felt Zach squeeze her breasts hard, almost hard enough to hurt. It was his way of telling her he was close to his orgasm. But it didn’t matter because so was she.

Fireworks went off for her as Zach’s cock throbbed inside her and she felt herself contract with her orgasm, milking him for his own. He moaned into her hair, his thrusts sporadic and his hips shook. She could feel the warmth of his sperm pouring into her and it made her orgasm that much more lovely. She stayed at her peak for a few more moments and it felt like an ecstatic eternity, her pussy throbbing and sucking his cock dry.

When she finally did come down from her orgasm, she felt untouchable. They collapsed onto the bed next to each other, his semen oozing from her. He took her sweaty hand in his own and kissed it.

“You are so amazing, Sophia.”

She smiled at him, scooting a little closer. “Yes well… be glad I’m on the pill, we don’t need to introduce a child to Daddy.”

Zach smirked. “That won’t be a problem after tomorrow.”

She admired his confidence but felt it was misplaced. He hadn’t seen what Daddy could do like she had. A child would never survive if Daddy got near it. She still had no idea how she had.

They showered together, deciding they were too sweaty and uncomfortable to sleep. Sophia couldn’t have asked for more than his hands running over her body with the soap, cleansing her of the stench of Daddy’s house and the sweat they’d made together. She felt completely like herself when she walked out of the shower with him, dressing in one of his shirts. They fell asleep in each other’s arms not long after that, and she dreamed of the day she would be free. He kissed her forehead before she fully drifted off. “I will fight to have this moment every day,” he said. He wrapped his arms around her and sailed off to sleep with her.

CHAPTER FIVE

When she finally woke, Zach wasn’t in bed with her. She panicked at first; worried she’d overslept, and quickly pulled on her dress and stockings. She put her curly hair up into a bun with the ribbon and rushed to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast, but she stopped in the doorway.

Zachary was there in his pajama pants and an apron, cooking eggs on the stove. He smiled at her as she walked in.

“Bacon’s on the table. We have two hours, don’t worry.”

She sighed in relief. “You could’ve woken me. Honestly.”

He chuckled. He walked up to her and kissed her. “You were angelic though. I couldn’t.”

She sat down smiling a little and bit into a bacon strip. She didn’t say much for the majority of breakfast, getting herself into the proper mindset for the fight at noon. Zach was relying on her and she couldn’t afford to get distracted now. Not if she wanted her life back, and wanted to keep him alive at the same time.

They left the house with satisfied appetites and clean clothing. Zach’s arm was around her shoulders, a small comfort amongst her many worries. He didn’t seem concerned about the fight but she knew him better than that. In his mind he was mentally preparing himself as well. He had a habit of rolling something in between his fingers when he was getting into the mindset for a fight – in this case, he was rolling a pencil. She supposed he brought it with him so he didn’t roll a strand of her hair again and accidentally pull on it. That was only good during sex.

When they got to the park, the sun was high and Sophia checked her watch - technically they were ten minutes early but Sophia felt that they were right on time. She knew that Daddy didn’t like to be late to his appointments. Around them, people were playing and enjoying the weather and walking their animals. She felt bad for them – they had no idea what was about to happen. She hoped Daddy would keep the people out of the fight. He had no reason to hurt innocent bystanders.

They walked over to the clearing and Sophia made eye contact with her father. He looked displeased and she felt that familiar lump of anxiety make its way up into her chest. Zach rubbed her shoulder, and the anxiety slowly disappeared once again.

Standing next to Daddy was the scariest, toughest-looking man Sophia had ever seen. He had a look in his gray eyes that made her feel small and insignificant – like he was a mountain and she was a grain of sand. He was bald and had a scar along his mouth that reached to his ear. She wondered how he got the scar but she doubted she would enjoy the answer. He seemed like the type that would give someone a scar of their own if they bothered him.

Zach was the first to speak. “So this is my opponent then, Daddy?”

Daddy nodded, not speaking.

The air grew awkward with the silence and Sophia decided to keep the conversation rolling on her own. “Shall I be the referee then?”