He's My Kryptonite

28. Facing Reality

• Camille

I woke up to the sound of somebody banging on my door. I sighed and checked the time, 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Damn. I never slept in that late. I shrugged and got up to put my robe on. I get hot easily now so I usually sleep in just bra and panties.

"You can bang as loud as you want to, I'm still going to take my precious time!" I yelled growing irritated. Who ever this is was going to feel my raft. "Who the fuck— Chris?"

"Yeah. Is your boyfriend here?" He asked walking in and looking around.

"No. He went back to London yesterday."

"Good." With that he scooped me up and kissed me. Taking me by surprised, I kissed back as he deepened the kiss. My hand instantly ran through his curls before he placed me softly on the bed. He broke the kiss to take his shirt off.

"Chris what are we doing?"

He shushed me and untied my robe, while attacking my neck. I moan as he found my sweet spots. I bit my lip as he unlatched my bra, kisses trailing from my neck to my nipples. Being pregnant, I get horny quick. I wasn't trying to take it slow so I quickly pulled his basketball shorts and boxers down. He grunted as I began to jack his base, squeezing tightly every now and then. I smiled as his grunts were like music to my ears, I began kissing his neck and leaving him hickies just so Candice can know I was here. He bit my bottom lip and swatted my hand away while pulling my panties off and entering me slowly.

"Hmm." I moaned, pulling him by his neck and kissing him roughly. He kept his steadily and slow pace which affected me more than it used to. I pulled away from the kiss to catch my breath as I gripped the sheets tightly. Chris then sped up to deep and long strokes making my eyes roll. My hands went from the sheets to his back, scratching it.

"Yes." I hissed. Biting his shoulder to suppress my hollering. Chris sat up, lifting my leg up to his shoulder as he sped up. I arched my back, well that's what it felt like. With this stomach, it looks as if I didn't move an inch. I gripped the pillow tightly as I dug my face into it, shudders running through my body. With one last long stroke I moaned Chris name as I came.

Switching positions to where Chris sat down on the bed, with me sitting in his lap his chest to my back as I rode him. I threw my head back onto his shoulders, as his hands guided my hips. I bit my lip as his moans and groans increased as he grew inside of me. Picking me up and slamming back down, he came. He probably came inside of me but who cares? I'm already having his baby.

I turned around and kissed him as he laid us down, tiredly. His arm was wrapped around my back as our naked bodies laid close to each other. Sweating and all. I sighed and traced his tattoos.

"Aren't you supposed to be at home with Candice and the new born baby?" I asked as he cut the TV on.

"Nope."

I raised my eyebrow and propped my elbow up to rest on, "Why not?"

"Because I'm done with Candice. She has the nerve to try and name that baby after me when she knew it wasn't mines." He spat. My eyes widen.

"What?"

"Her co-worker, John, came up to me telling me everything. Talking about that's his child because she's a couple months ahead then she is supposed to be, if that was my baby."

"I thought John was gay," I mumbled scrunching up my face.

"I thought the same shit. But I guess not." He shrugged.

"Wow,"

"All this time she tried to point fingers at us, when her ass had some dirt too."

I rolled my eyes. "Bitch tried to call me a hoe and her ass fucking a gay nigga." I spat.