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Expecting The Playboy's Baby Page 9
Author: Sam Crescent

“Then you need to go and talk to him. He wants more than the baby, Jen. Patrick remembered you, and he was the one that was there at your folks’ place. You need to give him the benefit of the doubt with this one. Trust him.”

Linda handed her a summer dress and turned to leave. Jennifer closed the door. She finished brushing her teeth and then washed herself in the shower. Her friend had a point. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of the warm water cascading down her body. The heat felt good, and so did the thinking about Patrick. Her body was hot for him.

She turned the shower off. Jennifer dried her body and then dressed in the summer dress Linda had given her. Brushing her hair, she left the long brown locks flowing down her back. When she opened the door, Linda was waiting with a slice of dry toast and her purse.

“The taxi is downstairs waiting for you. Let me know how you get on,” Linda said.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jennifer said, staring at the closed door.

“It’s a good idea because it is one of mine.”

Jennifer walked down to the waiting taxi. She knew where Patrick lived and gave the driver directions for his house.

She sat back thinking about his possession that night in the garden. He’d been so different from how he portrayed himself toward the world. Patrick was a different person. He acted up for the camera.

Pushing all of her thoughts about him to the back of her mind, she enjoyed the ride to his place in silence. The sun was glaring down through the windows. She felt perspiration cover her skin even though she was wearing a light summer dress.

The taxi pulled up outside his house. She paid the driver some money and climbed out. The gate towards the side was open, and she slipped through. The door to the house was ahead of her. Breathing in the fresh air, she pressed on the doorbell.

Several minutes passed, and then Patrick opened the door. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His chest was exposed for her to see. Licking her lips, she stared down the length of his body. Her heart jumped in her chest. They hadn’t gotten completely naked that night, but she’d seen enough of him to know she liked what she saw.

“Jennifer,” he said.

“Patrick. I know I didn’t call to warn you I was coming over. I don’t have your phone number, and I’ve got no way to contact you.” She was mumbling, and she couldn’t stop. “Linda told me we had to talk about everything. I remembered where you lived from the last time. Erm, if you don’t want to talk, I understand. I can come back another time or not.”

Stop talking, Jennifer.

He took a step toward her. She stayed frozen to her spot on his steps. One of his hands cupped her cheek as the other wrapped around her waist. Patrick pulled her in close. “It’s one of the nicest surprises I’ve had in my life.”

She watched his head lowering. Jennifer licked her dry lips and knew his intent. His lips brushed hers. The touch was light to start with. His lips were hard against her. He moaned, and within moments her arms were wrapped around his neck and he was pulling her inside. She couldn’t stop herself. Her body heated under the onslaught of his kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do that since you left me,” he said, nibbling her lips.

Jennifer looked up at him. Her cheeks were heated, and her pussy was dripping wet. His lips were made of pure sin, she was sure of it.

“You feel it, too.”

“I feel it.” She pressed her body against him feeling the pull of attraction. The time apart had been too long.

“Fuck it,” he said. Patrick pressed her against the wall. His hands roamed her body as he pressed a knee between her thighs. She moaned, and her fingers sank into the length of his dark black hair. His hands moved down to her thighs. She felt his fingers grazing up her leg. The summer dress was pulled up, and then his palm cupped her pussy.

Jennifer cried out from his touch.

“That’s it. Let me hear your screams,” he said.

Her cries grew louder when he sucked on her neck. She felt her nipples tighten to hard buds. His free hand cupped her breasts in his palm.

Biting down on her lips, she watched him tug the straps of her dress down her arms.  When her breasts didn’t free fast enough, he tore the dress and yanked the material from her body.

Jennifer didn’t have time to argue. Her body was begging for his touch. She wanted him desperately.

****

Patrick couldn’t handle having her only in his thoughts. He needed something else from her. He needed to feel her warm, wet body against his own. He stared down at her gorgeous tits, and the sight awakened a hunger inside him. She was not model thin but round, curvy, and fucking sexy. He’d been with plenty of women with no curves. Their bodies were flesh and bone. He’d become addicted to a brown haired siren with flesh, curves, and a pussy so tight he thought he was going to die the moment he sank inside her.

Pressing his palm against her panties, he felt her wet cum leaking into the fabric. Jennifer was not immune to him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Pushing her panties aside he plunged two fingers into her willing cunt.

She moaned, thrusting down onto his fingers. Patrick finger-fucked her tight pussy, getting her ready to take his cock.

Her fingers clawed at his trousers trying to pull them off.

“Please, I need you,” she said.

He pulled out of her cunt and removed his trousers. She went to her knees before him taking his thick shaft between her lips. He watched her suck him deep. Closing his eyes, he relished the feel of her sweet mouth on him. She was so beautiful and sexy. He opened his eyes as he wanted to see the passion on her face. The need he felt shone in her eyes.

“That’s it, baby. Take me in your mouth. Suck it deep.” She cupped his balls in her palm, and her other hand worked the base of his shaft.

When he could no longer stand her attention, he pulled on her hair until she rose to her feet. He lifted her against the wall. Her weight did not bother him. She leaned against the wall, and he stared up at her. Flicking his tongue over her nipple, he watched her eyes dilate with arousal.

“Say you want me,” he said.

“I want you.”

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Patrick.”

He pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance. Her eyes widened, and then a scream escaped her lips. Patrick seated himself to the hilt inside her body.

Her pussy pulsed around his cock. Patrick felt her squeeze him tight. The feel of her tight cunt was like heaven to him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he said. He rested his head against her neck breathing in her glorious scent. Patrick felt her shuddering around him. Her orgasm wouldn’t take long.

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