SG 8.1 - Clarissa's Story: Her Last Seven Deadly Sinful Days

SATURDAY'S LUST

SATURDAY'S LUST

"Uuuuuuhhhhh!!!! DAAAAAMMMMNNNN BAAAAAAAYBEEEEEE!!!"

"Ya love this dick don'tcha Sexy!!" he whispered in my ear.

After 7's "Takin' My Time" couldn't drown out my screams of passion as he drilled deeper into my walls. Digging my nails into his back, I braced myself for the orgasmic waves of his seed entering me as they found that their home was already occupied.

"Mmm Sexy..." Kissing my neck, Franklin held me close as he hoarsely told me he loved me. "You are all the medicine a brutha needs!"

"Shh! Save your voice, Baby. You'll never get it back trynna talk so HUSH!" I warned.

"Yes, Ma'am," croaked my froggy voiced lover.

Just hours before, I'd called Franklin to see what he was up to only to hear that he was sick in bed with the flu! The Mother side of me kicked in and I immediately raced to his side. When I arrived, using the key he'd given me, I entered the bedroom and found Franklin in a sea of snot and booger filled tissues. My poor Baby! After getting Franklin into a hot bath (because he smelled like a hot mess!!), I began cleaning and disinfecting the bedroom. Just as I finished smoothing a fresh comforter on the full size bed, Franklin walked up behind me, grabbed my waist and spun me around to face him.

"I need medicine," he said bluntly as he began undressing me to match his nakedness.

Smirking, I said, "You're in no shape for that kind of activity, Franklin."

Why does he always have to prove me wrong?!

As we lay cuddled and tangled up on the sheets, my cell phone rang.

"Please don't be him!" I thought to myself as I retrieved the call. Glancing at the caller ID, I smiled. Cheerily, I sent the phone to voicemail. Turning my full attention toward my lover, I announced, "The doctor confirmed it. We're pregnant!"

Sitting up fully and pulling me into his arms, Franklin exclaimed hoarsely, "I'm gonna be a dad?!"

"Yes sir!" I replied, rubbing my tummy. "In about 7 or 8 months, you'll have a little Mini You runnin' round here."

"WE will! If we're doing this, I wanna do it right," Franklin whispered as he held my chin in his hand.

Chuckling, I said, "Ain't nuthin right about anything we've been doing."

"OK so you're not exactly a free woman but now you've got all the reason to leave him if you didn't before," he stated, his voice cracking as he continued to ignore my warning by holding a conversation with me.

"I was trynna wait til after the holidays even though I really can't fake another happy family scene with him but my apartment won't be ready until next month and everyone else has family coming in so now's not the time to crash on anyone's couch," I explained. "And I wasn't hinting about staying here with you."

"Why hint when I'm offering?" Franklin beamed. "You can have the extra bedroom if you don't wanna sleep in here with me."

Smiling at the offer, I said, "Lemme get this straight. My lover wants me to move in with him. No strings attached?"

"As long as you don't change your mind about the baby, you can have whatever you want and everything you need," Franklin said huskily as he took my hands into his. "Go and get your stuff whenever you like. You've got a key so move in when you're ready but no heavy lifting. Leave that for me and the fellas. Don't want you or the baby to get stressed."

"Yes sir," I said, giggling before glancing at Franklin's digital alarm clock. Instantly my smile dropped into a frown as I realized I had to meet Mackenzie at his mother's to finalize our holiday plans. "I wanna leave him, Franklin. I do. But that Devil side of me wants him to pay for his betrayal!"