Pregnant by my ex dad

anticipation and anxiety. I was directed to the new Su

saw him. My ex-father, John. The man I had slept

ise and guilt on his face. " Mirabel" he said,

h, trying to calm m

on changed, his

voice dripping with malice. "Because that's what they'll think, Mirabel. Th

at his words, but I kn

"Alright, I don't think I should care about what people will say

d the fact that his son w

a beat. Who could it be?. I turned to John, but

ibilities. When I opened it, I was shocked to see A

s locked on mine when he e

nk at the s

lfriend " he said, t

d he shifted uncomfortably in his s

that , I glared at John and held my breath, John's ey

s seat, avoiding eye contact wit

ep closer to his father, his eyes blazing

an go son I have works t

nd pulled me to the wall, his grip on my arm like a v

e on my son?," he asked, his eyes

slightly, I shook my head in

that night was a mi

h a hungry intensity. "I want more of

closer, his grip on my arm tightening. "What do

s burning with desire. "I want your heart, your soul, your everyth

that before, with such intensity and passion. But I was also wary, knowing that his desi

t want?" I asked, t

dripping with confidence. "You want to be swept up in the fire of our passion, to b

uld also feel his breath on my body, am I doing th

ts, he set aside my wet panties and rubbed my clitor

are wet" he sa

t even breath or moan properly, I quickly zipped off his trousers and touched his d***k, it's as hard as a cucumber, he leaned on me tightly and

tight baby, yeah like tha

me harder, I could feel something in me, h

s, I smiled and dressed up quickly, I walked out