My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 32

Y/N

That night I couldn't sleep at all. I knew there had to be something really wrong for her to come to me for money. Yeah, all of the rest of our family hates her, but for her to come to me instead of going to anyone else said a lot. She doesn't want anyone to know what's going on with her I know that much, but I have to figure out what it is.

"you gonna sit up all night?" takeoff was lying next to me peeking from underneath the covers at me. He was trying to shield his eyes from the light of the lamp on my side of the bed, but it wasn't working out too good for him.

"I can't sleep," I replied shaking my head.

"you worry too much," he said pulled the covers over his head and let the room fall into a moment of silence. after a few seconds the covers moved again and he was staring at the side of my head. 

"What do you mean, she's my mom, not a very good mom, but she's still my mom." I replied.

"I'm not saying that you shouldn't be worried. I'm saying that you're getting yourself really worked up behind something that we can't really help unless she tells us what's going on." he propped his upper body up on his elbow so that he could look at me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"hey," he said. He rolled over to his stomach and rolled his entire body onto mine. I was sitting up in the bed so he really just rolled over into the space between my legs. He got up on his knees and pulled me down so that I was laying on my back, and then he laid back down on top of me. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

"you're crushing me," I said.

"damn, I'm not that heavy." he replied.

"well you've never laid on top of me either so how am I supposed to know how heavy you are?" I said to him. he laughed but it was the kind of laugh that happens when the other person said something really stupid. 

"well, I have, but you still playing like you don't remember." he said. He was talking about the night we first slept together. He still thinks that I'm not telling the truth about being too drunk to remember what happened that night but I was and I don't remember 90% of what happened that night. i thought hard trying to remember that night, but anything passed the headache i had the next morning was a blur.

"I don't remember," I replied. "do you?"

he nodded. "yeah I do......you know I can help you remember," he said.

"Really? How?"

I'm not even gonna lie, I'm terrible at catching hints. So terrible in fact, that I didn't even realize that he was dropping hints. I thought he was making a serious statement, but I realized that he was getting at something completely different when he leaned down and started placing kisses on my neck.

"oh," was all that i could get to come out of my mouth. The pajama shorts that I had on were so short that he had no problem moving them to the side and getting at what was underneath. My brain was already overloaded by him kissing me and now my scrambled brain was trying to concentrate on what he was doing with his hands. He was rubbing me through my underwear with one hand and had the other slipped underneath my shirt.

With one swift moment he moved my panties to the side and slipped one finger inside me. "OH, okay." I sucked in a deep breath. "okay, baby, listen i dont-"

He took his hand from under my shirt and placed it over my mouth. "all that talking can really ruin a moment." 

I nodded. "I get it but I don't really know-"

"just relax." he started to kiss me again. "you worry to much."

His voice was low, almost like a growl, and he was speaking directly into my ear now. I squirmed underneath him, barly able to contain myself. he pulled my clothes off piece by piece along with his own and i could feel myself getting more and more anxious. he positioned himself on top of me and pushed my legs apart as he entred my slowly. i dont know when the room got so hot but i was sweating like i had been running adn i could barely catch my breath. he kept his strokes slow and stady like a heartbeat. 

"Kirsnick," I called out to him. 

"tell me what you want" he said.

"faster, please."

it had been a long time, but i needed him. i wanted to feel every part of him and he was so happy to give. the more i whimpered the harder he pounded into me. shockwaves of pleasure ran through me with every stroke. it's like he knew what buttons to push and exactly when to push them. then he stopped and flipped me over, repositioning me so that i was on all fours and without warning his hand came down on my right cheek. 

"tell me what you want." he entered me again. i could only moan in respose as i pushed my hips back to meet each stroke. the sound on his heavy breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness and our skin slapping together. i gripped the side of the matress for dear life as he moved in and out of me.

"you like that?" he asked 

"yes, yes, yes, yes, oh my god! YES!"

"show me," he demanded. "show me how much you like it."

the tension tightening in my lower body like it was a spring inside me about to pop. he continued to thrust forward as i threw my ass back to meet him. 

"take," i whimpered. my muscled clenched, and i allowed the feeling of pure pleasure to take over me. he reached his climax right after me. i slumped against the mattress, completely worn out. 

i laid there with my eyes closed for a long time catching my breathe. "y/n" kirsnick pushed my arm tryign to get my attention. He'd gone into the bathroom and when he returned, I was still laying in the same spot.

"what?" I asked him.

"I was just making sure you didn't die of a heart attack or something." he said.

"No, I'm good." I sucked in a deep breath then let it out slowly.

"relaxed?" he asked.

I nodded. he grabbed the covrs from the floor as he got back into the bed. he pulled me close and laid the covers over both of us with one smooth motion. "you wanna know something?" i asked him, 

"what?" 

"i still dont remember that night after the club." 

he laughed again, "just go to bed man,"