Chapter 10

Robert returns home about three in the morning, a little drunk and a lot aroused. Carrie is lying on the bed and the way the moonlight comes through the window to filter over her creamy white flesh is the sexiest sight he has seen in a long time. The fact that she is pregnant aroused him more, yet at the same time disgusts him. It is why he went out drinking. It is why he has been going out every night to drink. Though the girl doesn’t know why he has suddenly begun drinking, she has her suspicions despite the fact he has told her he totally supports her pregnancy.

She went to bed still dressed, waiting for him to return. She had fallen asleep, but now she is awake, feeling his presence at the doorway to the bedroom. Dressed in one of her favorite outfits that he bought her, a very short skirt and loose tied top that shows off her ample breasts, she rises up on the bed. She crawls to the edge of the bed and sticks her hand down the front of his pants, under his boxers to take a firm grip of his member. Carrie looks up at him with a wicked smile. “I’m a little slut, ain’t I?” she asks.

Robert smiles back down at her and nods. It gives him a thrill to taunt her like this. In record time, the girl is stripped and has him stripped. They stand naked, kissing and fondling each other desperately and urgently. It doesn’t take her long to grab him by the balls and pulls him into the bed with her. Once they are settled on the bed, she holds nothing back. Matching her forceful kisses with his own before easing himself inside her neatly trimmed cunt and starting to fuck her.

With him on top of her, Carrie on her back arching her hips to let him get deeper as her pussy walls grip the slippery side of his member when suddenly her face turns wild, almost feral and she barks at him. Hit me! Hit me, you bastard!”

Never having hit any woman, Robert freezes and even stops fucking her for a moment. But her hips soon takes up the slack. “What?”

“Hit me! Slap my face. Call me a slut. Tell me hate this life growing inside me!”

The man isn’t against violence. He knows it is useful at certain times—he had to do it before with his father. But hitting a woman—a girl—especially during sex, during a most intimate time with someone, and while they’re pregnant has never crossed his mind before. Yet she is adamant and just the desperate tone of her voice tells him that she is completely serious. So he slaps her face.

Carrie grits her teeth and spits at him. “Harder you son of a bitch!” she snaps. “Hit me harder! Show me your anger!”

The man is still pounding into her. Add the effects of his earlier drinking and the intensity of what is going on through his head, it makes his react and slap her cheek. For a moment he is taken aback by what he has done. But there is no mistaking it— she is riding him even harder now that he had hit her. So he does it again, another hard slap and again the reaction is immediate as she tightens her strong legs around him, drew the man deeper in and screaming at him to do it again. A few more slap and she climaxes all over his pulsating rod. It is the most intense experience of his life! And once he too flooded her womb, they lay for a while, soundless on the bed. Guilt came over him like nothing before. He doesn’t offer an apology though.

Maybe after that he should have stopped drinking altogether and just accepted her pregnancy. Who would care what people thought? Who would know it was him that did it? They had spent months playing father and daughter, convincing whoever they needed that she is from a previous marriage, even if he seemed too young to be the father to a kid as old as she. But it was impossible to fight his feelings and the draw the alcohol provides. It was impossible to resist the temptation of let out his anger so unhindered.