Deprive

Pregnant

Chresanto plops down on his bed as the ceiling stared at him. He was thinking about Brianna so much. All the things he did to her, the abuse, arguing, sex, the baby that he was sure of that was growing in her stomach. Which brought him to the attention to the pregnancy test he went out to get earlier. He wished to know so bad if she was pregnant, just so he could be 100% sure. He slid his phone out of his back pocket sitting up a bit.

Putting in his password, which was the day they got married, he texted her back. “That’s great baby! But I was hoping you would come home right now, we need 2 talk”. He was surprised at how long it took her to reply, about an hour past and she walked through the bedroom door.

“You didn’t get my text”, he sat up at the edge of the bed. She sighs kicking off her heels, “Well hello to you too baby, my day was good thanks for asking”. She smiled walking over to the closet, though he grabbed her by her waist. She sat comfy on his lap with her knees touching the bed, she faced him. “I’m sorry baby, that was a wrong way of coming on to you”, he pecked her neck and began kissing all over her until he met her lips.

Bri wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss, making it more passionate than just a few little pecks. His fingers made their way to the zipper of her dress. With the work of his thumb and his index finger, her dress parted symmetrically.

Sliding the red fabric from her shoulders, she worked her way out of the dress by sliding her elbows out. Chresanto slid his tongue inside her mouth grinding against hers. His fingers lift up the bottom of her dress and she lift her arms up for him to pull it over her head.

“Baby wait, what did you need to talk to me about”? He wanted to tell her, but then it would ruin the whole moment, but he had  to get it out of the way, “I-I uhh wanted you to take a pregnancy test, you know. The other night I didn’t use a condom and I came a lot. Like more than I ever have in my whole life, I’m sure you felt it”. Bri sat there, blank face and her lip quivering.

She ran her fingers through her hair as she got off him climbing up on the bed. “Chres nooo! Why didn’t you use a condom”, she threw a pillow at him, but he quickly dodged it. “I’m going to start modeling again, I can’t be pregnant”, she broke down smashing her face into the nearest pillow. “Baby I didn’t think the time was right either, but we just need to see. Please just take it”, he had it in his hand reaching it out for her to get it.

Her face lifted from the pillow, red and her eyes puffy. She took the box and ran into the bathroom. He waited until she came out, which felt like an eternity.

The bathroom door cracked open and he watched her come out. “I’m pregnant and I want to keep the baby”, she let out. Making her way on the bed she crawled up on Chres. "If thats what you want to do...I'm with it" He laid there with his black tank top and Calvin Klein boxers.

“Baby I still want you”, she raised her left brow. He sat up, flipping her over, “Anything for my wife, who's been there since day one”, he grinned. She lifted her bottom body so that he can get off panties. “Mmmmm”, he pecked the hood of her clit. “I haven’t seen that pretty pink all day”, he exclaims attacking her inner thighs.

He licked and sucked all over her thighs being the usual tease. "Chresaaantooo I’m going to kill you”, she yells!

He chuckles before diving his tongue right into her entrance. “Uhhaldaddmm aaaaa ooooo”, her head hits the pillow hard as she grabs his curls. He flicked his tongue and twirled it around feeling her tight walls. His tongue work was too superior !

“Chresanto oooooo you feel so good...keep hitting ooaaauhhh fuck that spot right there shhhhhit”!His tongue slipped out of her dragging his saliva mixed with her juices. She didn’t cum, but she sure was wet. He began working her insides with his fingers pumping them so deep, he messaged her g-spot. While he did this, his tongue spelled out “Chresanto owns this pussy” on her clit.

Being creative he was, she knew his exact message. Brianna was losing it! Her head tossed around and her hips bucked, he drug his tongue back and forth. Getting up under her hood, he directly attacked her clit. “Mhmmm you like that baby...how I eat your pussy”, he massages her g-spot. As much as Brianna hated the word “pussy” she loved when it came from his mouth. “Yesss papi santo I looveeeee it”, her spanish accent came out. Hearing that, Chresanto automatically got hard and his dick sprung up.

“Ooooo baby I’m cumin I ahhhhhh”, she held no moans or screams back! Most importantly, she didn’t keep her white liquid back. She was so ready to cum, but something was holding. A trick Chresanto discovered that he could do when he was teaching Nicki how to pleasure herself. He stop pumping his fingers, hitting her one last time. Though, his fingers stopped the tip of his fingers were still touching her g-spot and his thumb was messaging her clit. This action put her body in complete shock!

The trick was that he would be in his zone going extremely fast, then all of a sudden he would stop and focus on her clit. However, she was in complete pleasure, on cloud 900000. A tear slipped out of her eye from the corner as her eyes rolled back, “You ready to let go baby, mmhmm tell me you want to cum”, he whispered in his ear.

The feeling was kind of like she had to pee, though she was cumming and all he had to do was slip out his fingers. “I want to cuuuuum papi saanto pleaase let me “! He did, before he slipped his fingers out he kissed her clit. Once he let go, her juices came squirting out as her legs quivered. Shaking out of control, she then calmed down. He watched as the rest oozed out. She panted grabbing his face, tonguing his face down! He pulled away, “Damn baby let me breathe!"