Sweet Redemption (The Pregnancy Affair Book 3

Table
of Contents

Chapter
1

Chapter
2

Chapter
3

Chapter
4

Chapter
5

Chapter
6

Chapter
7

Epilogue

I’m done,
that’s it, that’s all I keep telling myself each time I climb from between her
slender thighs it’s the same refrain over and over again; you can’t keep doing
this Drake. But I keep coming back for more. Why? Because she’s got the
sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted in my life, ever tasted, or ever fucked and her
scent is so intoxicating it seeps into me and plagues me for hours after I’ve
left her presence. She was fast taking me down a path I wasn’t ready to trod
again not in this lifetime, but I couldn’t get enough. I looked down at her,
sweet Cherry that’s her name, Cherry-Ann to be exact. She’s a hot little number
from the wrong side of the tracks but that was beginning to matter less and
less these days. I wasn’t too worried any more about what anyone else was going
to think; shit I’d done the right thing and look where it got me, a wife who
fucked every swinging dick in two counties, and a five-year marriage down the
drain. I’m thirty- two years old and my life is shit. I felt the anger that was
now my constant companion reach out and grab me by the throat as I battled it
back. I wouldn’t let myself become that man, bitter and jaded, I wouldn’t give
my filthy ex the satisfaction though thoughts of her made me contemplate
murder.

I’d always
thought that having lots money was the answer to all life’s woes, wrong. Money
bought you shit but it did fuck all to mend a broken heart. Dana had been the
girl of my dreams or so I’d thought, we were both from upper middle class families;
well mine was a little more well to do than hers. She was heavy into the church
seeing as how her father was a minister, too bad he wasn’t able to save that
particular member of the flock. While I was off racing cars to make enough
money so we could live the way she wanted to she’d been fucking everything for
miles around, apparently it had been going on for some time too before I found
out the day I came home early from a race in Italy. One of the sponsors had
sent me home in his private jet which had cut my trip in almost half so the
bitch had not been expecting me to say the least, neither had her cousin and
his canine friend, sick fucking shit. I’d run to the bathroom and puked my guts
up before I remembered where I kept my gun and started firing lead. I’m glad I
hadn’t hit anyone now but back then I was pissed the fuck off that I’d missed.

There had been
tears and recriminations but I’d shut down, I didn’t want to hear fuck all from
her mouth and if she hadn’t left when she had there’s a good chance I would’ve
killed her that night. I’d never been so disgusted in my life and throughout my
travels I’ve seen some sick shit. Each time the memory came back of what I’d
seen on that bed I’d gotten sick to my stomach. Burning the bed in the backyard
hadn’t done much to erase it from my mind, and neither had moving into a hotel
for the time being. The house had been a rental while our dream house was being
built or I would’ve burnt that shit down too probably. Her father had tried
talking to me but I had nothing but disdain for his hypocritical ass, had it
been anyone else but his precious daughter caught with a dog’s dick in her ass
he would’ve pontificated from the pulpit for a month of Sundays. Then again I
had no idea what story she’d given him to explain my sudden hatred. No, hatred
wasn’t the word I’m not sure there was a word in the English language to
describe what I felt for her.

At the divorce
hearing it came to light that they’d been fucking each other since they were
kids and she didn’t see it as cheating since he was her cousin and they’d
alwayqs been doing it. I asked the judge cool as a cucumber if there wasn’t some
kind of special dispensation that would allow me to cut her fucking head off
and get away with it, after which I asked her if she’d been fucking the family
dog since then too. Nasty bitch. She’d had the nerve to try to turn that shit
around, my constant absences were grounds for her to cheat; when I started
hearing about all the others that she’d fucked behind my back I’d felt like ten
kinds of fool. Something hard and mean had been born in me that day, I vowed
never to let anyone that close again, never again would I allow anyone to get
the drop on me.

Now looking
down at sweet Cherry as she laid supine her body flush from a vigorous fucking
I felt my cock spring to life again, an anomaly that happened only with her. It
didn’t matter how many times I emptied myself in her I always seemed to want
her again immediately after. Turning to her my big arm resting across her
middle as she turned her face up to me questioningly I took her lips once more,
my tongue playing just inside her mouth seeking hers until it came out to play.

“Umm…” Soft
and succulent, the taste of her went to my head, both of them.

“I want you on
your knees this time.”
 
I didn’t wait for
her acquiescence but instead helped her into position my leaking cock like a
seeking rod. I teased her ass with the tip of my finger up to the first knuckle
as the soft pink of her pussy opened like a flower around the thick bulbous
head of my cock. Sometimes I liked to watch myself taking her slow like this,
liked that first taste of her wet heat around the crown of my meat. She gave me
that cute little sound she always made whenever I entered her the first time
and I sunk in deeper until I bottomed out in her tight snatch with a couple
inches left.

Hands
clenching the rumpled sheets beneath her she pushed back against my hips taking
me in even deeper until I was no longer knocking at the door to her womb but
was firmly nestled inside. It was a tight fit to be sure. Slow and easy Drake
she must surely be sore after the hours of rough pounding she’d just endured
but no matter how much I told myself this it never lasted. It was her own fault
for having such a succulent cunt. Plump and completely hairless, her slit was
one long gash from front to back she had one of those pussies that were high in
the back which made fucking her doggie style a thing of intense joy and
pleasure I could dig into her deeper this way with the sight of her puckered
asshole driving me nuts.

Her ass opened
around my finger as she creamed my cock, maybe I’d have enough left to fuck her
ass again, she likes that, her orgasms are always phenomenal whenever I ass
fuck her while shoving three big fingers in her dripping cunt, but first I
needed to fuck her pussy one more time. Hopefully this time will be enough
because if I kept at her anymore tonight she won’t be able to walk for a week.
The last time that happened she’d had to come up with a lie to get out of work
and I’d had to ice her little pussy for an hour at least.

“Jerk me off
with your pussy.” I held still while she moved her hips and ass, sliding on and
off my cock just how I’d taught her, her cries of pleasure getting louder in
the tiny room. I didn’t see the room, didn’t register its sparseness or the
threadbare walls, all I saw was her, the deep arch of her back, the tilt of her
ass as she tried to get even more of me in her. My cock was hard as fuck and
hungry, pre cum mixed with her pussy juice dripped out and ran down both our
thighs.

“Fuck me
Drake, harder, faster.” The usually quiet girl becomes a longshoreman during
sex, in the beginning I could barely get her to say two words while in bed, but
now she’s very vocal her words spurring me on to violate her even more. I
grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to pull her back on my hard rod as I
took the reins once more. The beautiful sight of the glistening juices on my
cock as I went in and out of her tight hole were making me almost dizzy. Lust
pure and simple coursed through me as I did my best to stamp my claim on her,
something I’ve been trying to do more and more of late. It’s like some type of
madness overcomes me as soon as I get inside her, something I’ve never
experienced before and have no understanding of, something I choose not to
study too closely.

Looking down
at the two dimples at the top of her ass inspiration struck, I ran my hand over
the smoothness of her skin before pressing my thumbs into the indentations which
made her pussy tighten around me. I groaned loud and hard at the sensation and
pounded her pussy even harder we were both going to be sore after this.

“I’m going to
put my name right here in the small of your back.” The vision of it had me
growing harder still inside her, yes that’s what I’ll do I’ll place my stamp of
ownership right across her back. I wasn’t asking her permission either it was
what I wanted I was no longer the guy who took no for an answer, either she did
what the fuck I wanted or I’d spank her little ass until she concurred. The
good thing about my babygirl is that she never said no to her man.

“Cum
babygirl.” I sped up my thrusts as I fought my own orgasm, not wanting to cum
anywhere but all over her back and her ass this time but wanting to give her
satisfaction with my cock in her pussy. After she came with a deep growl her
body twitching I pulled out and went straight into her ass. She screamed and
came again as I went as deep as I could. I wasn’t going to last much longer so
reaching around I pinched her clit lightly before pushing my fingers inside her
while pressing down on her clit with the pad of my thumb. As I felt my balls
tighten up and that familiar tingling down my spine I brought her to climax one
last time on my fingers and as she flooded my hand with her juices I pulled out
and painted her back with my cum. I was amazed at the amount of cum I still had
left even after cumming inside her three times already for the night, but I
shouldn’t be surprised, she always took me to greater heights than I’d ever
reached before.

Rolling to her
side I pulled her into my arms and cuddled her, she likes that shit too and I’m
not such a monster that I would deny her.
 
She traced the outline of my tats as she laid with her head on my shoulder.
As my body came down I felt fatigue seeping in, it was time to go. It was
getting to the point where I hated leaving her here though, I was beginning to
miss her warmth next to me while I slept in my own bed. Fuck. I got up and
started getting dressed I needed a long hot shower I smelt like pussy from head
to toe.

“Get up and
get dressed.”

“What where
are we going?” She had that just fucked look about her, red puffy lips, eyes a
little glazed over and a flush to her skin. Just looking at her made my cock
hurt and other parts of me that I was going to fucking ignore beat faster. I
wasn’t going down that road again, not now not ever no matter how much I found
myself smiling at just the memory of her during the day when we were apart.
Lately when I was busy at my garage where I built engines when I wasn’t pushing
myself on the race track trying to beat my last time, she’d sneak into my
consciousness and I’d find myself grinning like an ass; fucking sap.

“You’re coming
home with me.” I saw the surprise in her eyes and the slight fear; she might as
well be surprised you could blow me the fuck over with a feather because two
seconds before I said that shit I had no idea I was going to. I wasn’t aware
that I was in the market for a new housemate. After I’d gotten free of the
tramp I’d gone ahead and finished building the big house on the hill, the only
one to rival it for a thousand miles was my family’s estate. It’s the reason
I’d worked my ass off all those years, I didn’t want to walk in dad’s footsteps
his life wasn’t for me. I liked cars, fast cars; I loved racing them and
building them, it was in my blood; mom’s dad had been a racer in his younger
days so I came by it honestly. Dad hadn’t wanted me to get into that life,
there was danger involved after all, but in the end he’d let me go my own way,
and then as time went by and I proved that it was more than just a hobby he’d
been just as proud of me as everyone else.

“Move Cherry.”
She’d been staring at me wide eyed for the last five minutes not saying a word
and not moving, I don’t know what came over me but the thought of leaving her
here in this dump one more night was suddenly sickening. I wasn’t going to look
too closely at why that was I just knew it was no longer acceptable to me that
she stayed here surrounded by decay and neglect while I went home to a house
with ten bedrooms that no one used. She never complained about our arrangement,
never begged never pleaded, it’s as if she had no other interests but pleasing
me. I decided I could have her with me and still keep my distance, besides it
went against everything that I was to be having whatever the fuck we were
having and leave her here like this. I didn’t have to be in love with her to
take care of her, at least that’s what I kept telling myself, especially those
times when I had to fight myself not to buy her some trinket or some shit that
I’d seen that I just knew would be perfect for her. Not even with Dana had I
been into that shit, I’d been too focused on getting ahead on making the sort
of money that would put us in the clear for the rest of our lives. I’d had
visions of travelling the world with my wife and maybe having a kid or two
along the way to round out our little family. Those dreams had died a sudden
and bitter death months ago. Now I just wanted her there for those times when I
rolled over in the night and felt like a quick fuck; at least that’s what I
told myself. I hadn’t spent the night with anyone since my divorce, didn’t
think I ever would again but somehow I wanted to with her, sweet Cherry.