Isabella

 

I was barely conscious of anything except for Zane’s light touch on my arm as he led me to his car. I had no idea where he’d come from, or how he’d known I needed saving. After all, he’d basically come from nowhere. I was dazed as he buckled me in the passenger seat and then closed the door.

 

Once we were on the road, I looked at him. “Where are we going?”

 

Zane shook his head. “You’ll find out in a little bit,” he said shortly. There was something different about him, something that felt more serious. Our playful banter from that fateful night eight weeks ago wasn’t coming.

 

I looked out the window and closed my eyes. Riding in the car, even a car as smooth as Zane’s Porsche, made me nauseous. I knew I should tell him about the baby, but I didn’t even know how to start the conversation. And he wasn’t exactly welcoming towards conversation. Every time I tried to say something, he’d tell me to be quiet. Not exactly in a rude way, but in a way that told me he was the boss.

 

I swallowed as Zane pulled into his driveway. As he led me inside, he threw a more critical glance in my direction.

 

“You don’t look well, Isabella,” Zane said. He rubbed his hands together and then went towards the chrome fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and handing it over. “Here, drink this.”

 

I toyed with the plastic cap, not wanting to tell him that if I got any more nauseous, I was going to puke right then and there. I don’t know where all the lies came from about pregnancy being a fun house; I already couldn’t wait for this to be over. It seemed like a parasite was growing inside of me, sucking all my energy and making me feel like shit. And not just any parasite, but the parasite of the gorgeous man standing in front of me.

 

In contrast to me, Zane looked better than ever. He was wearing a woven shirt with a faint sheen, like the inside of an oyster shell. His tie was expensive navy blue silk and I could tell his trousers were tailored just by looking at him. But there was something inside of him that seemed uneasy, like he wasn’t sure what he was doing in the middle of his own kitchen. I realized I barely knew anything about him. What he did for work, what he did for play…all of that was a mystery. Whatever he does, it must be nice, I thought. After all, look at how much money he put into this place.

 

With him staring at me, I took a small sip of water. He stepped closer and I felt my heart race in my chest. He was so incredibly good-looking that I didn’t know how I could stand it. His dark hair was brushed perfectly back from his forehead and his dark intense eyes focused on me. I shivered with lust.

 

“Come here,” Zane said in a low voice.

 

Obediently, I stepped forward. I couldn’t make my brain obey my body; my body wanted Zane again more than ever, and my brain wanted me to run away and leave his house forever. But my body won, and in a second I was wrapped in Zane’s arms. He lifted my chin up and then pressed his soft lips against mine. A spicy, musky, expensive cologne wrapped me in a perfumed fog and I closed my eyes as Zane slipped his tongue into my mouth. The reaction in my body was immediate; every cell felt like it was on fire. I wriggled in his arms as the kiss deepened and I felt Zane’s hands sliding down my back and squeezing my ass.

 

Being pregnant had made me hornier than ever and I was soaking wet by the time Zane slipped his fingers under my shirt and tugged it over my head. I let out a grateful sigh of relief — my breasts had been aching — and I shivered as he snapped my bra clasp with a careful and practiced pinch. When my breasts swung free, Zane caught them in his hands. I shuddered with lust as he lowered his head to my chest and blew on my nipples, making them stand erect. A low, liquid moan escaped my lips as Zane opened his mouth and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking until I was going crazy and little cries of pleasure were coming out of me. I sounded like a wild animal in heat, like someone who had never had an orgasm before. But it felt amazing, and I wanted to surrender all of my anxieties and worries to the immense pleasure that was now flooding my body.

 

“Come upstairs with me,” Zane said.

 

He took me by the hand and led me up the marble stairs. My heels clicked on each step but I wasn’t even looking down. Zane was the only thing in my field of view, the only thing I really cared about. He opened the door of his bedroom and led me inside. As he shoved me down on the bed, I unsnapped my jeans and wriggled out of them.

 

Goose bumps broke out over my bare flesh when I was left only in panties. Zane looked at me with plain lust on his face. We locked eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed his silk tie to the floor. With strong, purposeful hands, Zane reached down and pulled his pants and briefs off. My pussy started throbbing with anticipation as Zane slowly walked towards the bed.

 

“I thought about you sometimes,” Zane said in a cocky voice. He reached down and stroked his cock down to the shaft with a practiced hand.

 

I shivered, reaching out for him and pulling him on the bed. At once, Zane’s body was on mine. Our lips found each other and kissed and bit and sucked as our bodies tangled on top of the silk sheets. Zane’s hands were big but soft — I could tell he didn’t work with his hands for a living — and feeling his fingers run down the sides of my body was an incredible sensation. The throbbing in my pussy only increased when Zane slipped a finger between my legs and casually flicked at my clit until I cried out.

 

“Oh, my God, Zane,” I said in a breathy voice. “Please, please don’t stop touching me.”

 

He looked at me with a wry grin on his face. “What did I say about not talking?”

 

I felt a hot blush spread over my cheeks and I obediently closed my lips. Zane nudged me down on the bed and spread my legs with his hands, tracing light patterns over the delicate insides of my thighs until I was dying to let out a sound. I gasped as he slid a finger inside my pussy and wriggled it around. I blushed hotly at the cries coming from my own mouth. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I never wanted it to stop. A faint sweat broke out over my skin as the delicious sensations shot through my body. Zane was a master of women, a master of my anatomy, and he was doing things to me I’d never even dreamed of. Before I knew what I was doing, I was reaching down and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him on top of me.

 

He shook his head. “Baby, I want you on top,” he said gruffly. “I wanna see those magnificent tits swinging over my head.”

 

I blushed brighter red than I ever thought possible. Zane lay down on his back and I scrambled up and straddled him. The head of his cock was rubbing against me and driving me wild. He was so big that I could feel him stretching me apart before he was even inside of me. He looked up at me with a lazy grin of pleasure on his face. When I finally guided his cock inside of me and let out an ecstatic moan, Zane closed his eyes and groaned. He rocked his hips up towards me and thrust in deeply. I could feel his hard cock filling every inch of me, making me want him even more. Zane reached up and began thumbing my nipples, sending delicious shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body. I moaned softly and began to grind my hips on top of his cock. As we rocked together, I felt the coil of pleasure in my lower belly start to build and build until it felt like something was gripping me hard between the legs.

 

Sweat broke over my body and I felt my heart racing in my chest as Zane bucked harder underneath of me. The sensation of his thumbs on my nipples and his pubic bone rubbing against my clit was almost too much to bear, and I could feel myself racing towards a heady climax. As I threw my head back and moaned loudly, Zane moved his hands to my hips and gripped me there firmly. He moved me forcefully on top of him, until he was tossing me around like a rag doll. Finally, the tight feeling grew in my stomach and exploded all over my body, sending strong shocks of orgasmic pleasure through every nerve ending. I cried out loudly and felt tears being squeezed from under my lids as my orgasm rocked my whole world. Beneath me, Zane let out a low grunt and thrust up powerfully hard. I felt his cock spasm and twitch inside of me, releasing his cum.

 

When it was over, I collapsed next to him on the bed. We were still breathing hard. He was still on his back with his eyes closed. I could see his chest vibrating with the fast beat of his heart.

 

I knew I should tell him about the baby, but I just couldn’t. Not right now. As I felt myself drift off to a warm, relaxed world of drowsy post-coital bliss, I decided I would tell him. And soon. Just not right now.