Saving Ash (book #2) Chapter Twenty-six

Ash…15 years old

Pippa is now six months pregnant with our baby. She lets me massage her belly with lotion. I love our time together. She pets my hair and sings to both of us. She’s going to be a wonderful mother. Father has been in London for business for a month now. It’s better this way because we don’t have to hide our love. Pippa lets me sleep in her bed with her. I rub her belly until she falls asleep.

            Today, we are shopping for the nursery, and all eyes are on her. It’s true what they say about a woman when she’s pregnant. She glows. But Pippa’s beauty goes beyond that. Her skin is flawless. Her hair glows like an angel. Her smile is radiant, and that’s because she’s happy. I’ve made her happy by giving her the baby she wants.

            I watch her pick out two little outfits. She holds them up. “What do you think, Ash? Boy, or girl?”

            I look at the two baby outfits. A blue jumper with a teddy bear that says, ‘Daddy’s boy.’ The other, pink with a ballerina that says, ‘Daddy’s little princess.’

            What do I want? A boy? Or girl?

            “I say we get them both.” Pippa doesn’t want to know the sex of the baby—our baby. She wants it to be a surprise. Everything about this baby is a surprise.

            “I think we should,” she says, and hands them over to me. “This is so much fun. I’ve never shopped for a baby before. Oh, life is so wonderful,” she says, sorting through the baby clothes.

            “You look beautiful, Pippa,” I tell her. “More beautiful.”

            “Oh, Ash. You make me feel so special,” she says with a sweet smile. All her smiles have been sweet ever since we found out about the baby. Father never fights with her anymore. I know I shouldn’t like it when they fight. I know I should want her happy with him. But I know she’s not. He couldn’t give her what I have given her.

            “Okay, I’m getting tired of shopping. Let’s pay for these and go home. I think I need some special time with my special boy,” she says, brushing my hair to the side.

            She wants me. She wants me to bring her pleasure.

            She pays for the items, and Father’s driver takes us home. I carry all the sacks inside and take them into the nursery we have been creating together.

            “Ash, please meet me downstairs. I suddenly got a boost of energy. I think I want to play,” she says, stepping into the nursery behind me. I watch her rub her baby bump, and it makes me want to taste her.

            “Yes, Pippa,” I tell her, and watch her walk out of the room.

            I place all the clothes into the closet and rush downstairs to her special room. Down here, she likes to play rough. Do things to me that I know turn her on. Upstairs, I get to taste her and feast on her sweet nectar. She tastes different now. Sweeter.

            I find her waiting for me. She has a different look in her eyes. It reminds me of our earlier days. The days before she would let me inside her. She doesn’t let me inside her that often. She likes to be inside me. She says men like anal sex, even if they are not gay. She’s right. I do like it when she fucks me.

            “Ash, it’s been a while, and I’m in need of punishing you. Being pregnant makes a woman extra turned on. It’s the hormones. You have been a bad boy, Ash. I’ve seen the way you’ve been lusting after me. Haven’t you?”

            “Yes, Pippa. I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful. Even pregnant.”

            She walks over and slaps my face. My head turns with the impact. It doesn’t hurt though. I feel my cock thicken in my pants. It’s her magical way with me. Anyone else could slap me, and I would be enraged. But not with Pippa. And that’s because I know what follows.

            She reaches down and rubs my groin. “How disgusting. You have such sinful thoughts of me, Ash. Do you like me touching you like this?” she asks, her hand squeezing and massaging my cock, my balls.

            “Yes,” I hiss out. “I need punished, Pippa.”

            “Yes, you do. I’m going to fuck you hard, and then I need you to fuck me. It’s been so long, Ash. I need to feel a hard cock inside me. But first, I want to watch your ass take it. Pull your pants down and get on all fours like the animal you are.”

            I waste no time unfastening my pants and shoving them down. I’m on the floor in seconds and anticipate the ache that will follow. I hear Pippa walk over to her locked drawer and pull something out. She’s up to the largest plug now, and I assume that is what she will be using. Then she’s in front of me.

            “Look up at me, Ash,” she says behind a scathing voice. She’s naked, and she’s stroking a large dildo that is attached to a belt strapped around her. Her belly protrudes over the belt. But she’s still beautiful. “I’m going to fuck you the way a man would fuck you. You’re going to take all of this cock, Ash. I want to hear you moan with pain.” She continues stroking her fake cock like she’s pleasuring herself. My own cock is hard, and I only hope I can take what she is holding in her hand.

            She walks behind me and squats between my legs. She lubes her finger, and then I feel it trace around my tight hole. I jump, and she spanks me.

            “Stay still, or I won’t use any lube. You hear me?”

            “Yes, Pippa.”

            Her fingers push inside as she readies me for entry. Soon, I feel the head of her dildo pushing inside me.

            “Ahh, it…It hurts.”

            Smack! “It’s supposed to hurt, you filthy boy. You’re being punished.”

            I brace myself, and squeeze my eyes tightly shut as she forces it all the way inside.

            “Oh, Ash! You should see how stretched your ass is. It’s a beautiful sight,” she says, and begins pumping in and out of me.

            “Ahh,” I moan in pain. I don’t know if I can take much more. She is riding me hard.

            “Oh, Ash. Fucking you is turning me on so much. I think I’m about to come. Just looking at your stretched ass taking this large cock. Ahh! Yes! Take it. Take my cock,” she yells, and slaps my ass again.

            The pain slowly turns to pleasure, and I feel myself about to come. But I know she wants me to fuck her. I must hold back my climax. I need to please her.

            She’s breathing heavy, and I know the sound she makes when she’s about to come.

            “Oh, Ash. This feels so good. I want to come inside you. You’re going to take it. Yes, I’m coming, oh, I’m coming.”

            She pulls it out and tells me to turn around. She’s lying on the floor with her legs spread. She’s stroking her fake cock, and I see a pool of wetness on the floor.

            “Taste me, Ash. I’m still coming. Push your fingers inside me and taste me,” she breathes out.

            She holds her fake cock above her pussy, giving me access to her dripping cunt. It’s practically running out of her. She never gave so much before. She is in dire need.

            I push my fingers inside and curl them in her special spot. She jumps and screams as a stream of her juices squirt out. I cover her with my mouth, and quench myself on her. She gives me more. Each one becoming sweeter and sweeter.

            She’s spent, lying on the floor repeating my name.

            “Oh, Ash. I never came like that in my life. You are so gifted,” she says in a drunken state.

            I pick her up and carry her over to the bed in the corner. She’s weak, limp, and beautiful in my arms. I gently lay her down and begin to clean her up with my mouth. She will need a hot bath soon, and then we will fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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