CHAPTER 8
"We...I...we shouldn't, Mr Sloan," she stammered nervously as she ran her sweaty palms against her thighs.
"What!" He said quietly and a shiver ran down her spine. It was worse than being shouted at.
"Gabrielle's pregnant..." she began and then gulped as it hit home again. She was a homewrecker.
"Yes. And?" Mr Sloan asked annoyed and pulled into their usual spot for the first time without her being naked and ready.
He needed her. He thought she needed him too. He didn't want anyone else. Only her. He turned to glare at her and reached over to feel her sodden underwear. She jumped and then moaned and he smirked as she thrust into his fingers as they slipped under the fabric. He grew annoyed as she still resisted. She was practically oozing with her desire to be fucked. Anger swirled within him. He was mostly angry at himself. In a moment of drunken idiocy, he had fucked Gabrielle for the first time in years and gotten her pregnant. He hadn't even remembered it, only woken up with a pounding headache and both naked in bed together. He'd long since taken the spare bedroom. He'd fucked up and it was hurting Candice. Making her hesitate. Making her pull back.
She shook her head. "No. No. Nooo," she moaned but her body was saying the opposite. He rolled his eyes and slammed open his door and almost ripped open hers. He yanked her out of her seat and ripped her dress with his urgency of getting her naked as she should be.
"Mr Sloan....please, it...it...it's wrong," she muttered as he ripped through her underwear. He lifted her up and dropped her unceremoniously onto the bonnet. His jeans and boxers were pushed down and he slid her down onto him violently. "Mr Sloan!" She exclaimed but she didn't have any more words to refuse him. She felt whole with him inside her and she splintered to pieces on the second stroke.
He pulled out, slammed her onto her front and swiftly re-entered with a grunt. He released all his annoyance into her and she could barely think straight when he finally grunted his release.
He gripped her neck and lifted her backwards to look at her in the eye.
"I don't give a fuck if she's pregnant. If I want to fuck you, I damn will do. Do you understand?"
Candice whimpered slightly but nodded. "Yes, Mr Sloan."
"Besides you'll be pregnant soon if you aren't already," he stated casually and she froze as she flopped back down to the bonnet with a loud thud.
Shit! She thought. How had she not thought about that? She was so stupid! She tried to desperately think of her last period and she couldn't remember. She didn't even attempt to count the number of times he'd fucked her over the last three months. Surely she had more luck in winning the lottery than not being pregnant. Feeling nauseous she made a plan to head for the pharmacy at the next opportunity. She needed to know. What she would do she didn't know. She just needed to know. He didn't seem upset about the idea but it was well out of her wheelhouse. Having a baby right now was not in her plan. Her exams were only two months away. She was planning on university. Though even that had lost its appeal as it would mean leaving Mr Sloan. She didn't think her own body would allow that. Never mind Mr Sloan. She craved him too much to leave. She'd only lasted two days, three times and it had felt like torture.
He slipped out of her and she whimpered at the loss. He chuckled but then remembered her refusal earlier and slapped her on the ass. She flinched and thrust forwards. His hand landed again and again five more times and she couldn't hold in her screams, as the force travelled straight through with no let up as she was pressed so tightly against the metal. The pain sent tendrils through her ass to her core and fluids dribbled out of her more.
"Never tell me no. You're mine," he said and as she braced for the next hit, his cock pierced her instead.
She screamed again but soon was moaning at his brutal all consuming pace he set.
"You are mine!" He grunted and spilled within her again.
"Yes, Mr Sloan," she panted. "All yours," she murmured as she lost feeling in her toes with how tight they were clenched.
"Damn right, Candice," he said and staggered back, overwhelmed with his own feelings. He hated this. He hated losing control.
She slumped to the floor, feet unable to take her weight. Dirt mixed with the sweat and semen covering her body but she couldn't even think to stand. Stroking his cock he directed his remaining spurts on her breasts, on her abdomen, between her legs, and across her face. The last of his semen dribbled over his fingers and she eagerly sucked them clean when he fed them to her.
He watched pleased as she struggled to stand, giving up after the fifth time and collapsing back down in a naked heap. She looked perfect covered in his semen and grinned as her tongue licked her chin.
"Rub it in," he demanded and her hands instantly went to her splattered breasts. They were still heaving and he couldn't help but notice that they had gotten bigger. He wouldn't be surprised if she really was pregnant. His cock twitched at the idea. He liked the idea of a little bit of himself growing inside of her. Fuck it had only needed one drunken angry fuck with Gabrielle and he'd knocked her up. After all the sex they'd had, surely he had put a baby in her.
As he thought more, he grew annoyed at the constraints that his marriage held. He already knew she would be a far better mother than his wife. And a far better wife, not that it was a possibility at present. Plus a baby would be one more thing keeping her with him. He didn't ever want to let her go. She'd talked and talked about university and he hated the idea of her leaving. She was his. He wouldn't let her go. Reaching down he lifted her easily by hooking under her armpits. He held on as she swayed and she shyly looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Thanks, Mr Sloan," she whispered, embarrassed at the state of herself. Her legs still felt like jelly and latched onto his arms to keep her upright. She swayed slightly as he bent over to pick up her dress and returned it to her, a sly grin on his face. She thanked him again and her mouth dropped when she saw the large splits. Not having anything else she slipped it on top of her bra. Her thong was in tatters and she was relieved that at least her bra was intact as the dress had large slits up to her waist on the left and another down the centre creating cleavage to her naval. She wondered if it could really be called a dress anymore.
"Good look on you Candice," he said and when she looked up, he added, "thouroughly fucked."
She blushed and her core started to tingle once more as his heated gaze wandered over her barely covered frame. He raised an eyebrow in a knowing way and she moved closer and rubbed him through his trousers.
"Horny today, baby," he asked, his eyebrow still raised. He didn't move away but didn't do anything to encourage her either. She was becoming just as sex crazed as he was. And he loved it.
She flushed but nodded, her nipples budding and rubbing, already sensitive against her push up bra.
"Yes, Mr Sloan," she murmured but he just pushed her hand away and she had to grab hold of the car to keep upright.
"I've got to be somewhere," he said on his way back around the car. He took deep breaths out of sight and rearanged himself. He really did have to go and the little minx was too tempting for either of them.
Her shoulders slumped and she stumbled into her car seat. Rejection and shame grew within her. As her confidence plummeted, she began to doubt whether he really liked her at all despite the glut of evidence between her legs and the myriad of marks claiming her body.
"I've got some time tomorrow, I'll collect you at one," Mr Sloan said as he pulled back onto the road, hating the sad look on her face.
She perked up instantly and he returned her grin. Sunday always sucked as there was little to distract her from her desire for him.
"I want to take you somewhere," he murmured as he planned it in his head. Turning to look at her at a stop sign, his gaze heated as he imagined the many hours of fucking he had planned. He was going to take her over and over.
Candice's mouth went dry, too overhelmed to ask where he was going to take her. It didn't matter to her as long as he was the one taking her.
"We'll be getting wet..." he paused deliberately at the pun, loving how she flushed and imagined how much she would darken as he continued. "And not just between your thighs." He chuckled and couldn't help but rub her lightly, his fingers diving inside. She gasped and widened her legs instantly, rocking herself against his hand. "Wear the skimpiest bikini you have and I'll look forward to taking it off. Before I take you over and over and over," he said. His cock twitched as he imagined it but he soured as he remembered the meeting he couldn't get out of. He was already running late. He was drawing up the annual divorce papers, hoping that this year Gabrielle would finally agree. Though he didn't hold much hope.
"I look forward to it, Mr Sloan," she panted and he loved how eager she was. Her delectable body was only surpassed by that eagerness to please. Rubbing her clitoris, she splintered to pieces yelling his name.