Chapter 18: QUIN

Eighteen

QUIN

I have never felt anything so painful and pleasurable as this stranger's dick buried all the way inside me. His weight pins me to the bed and the immense girth of his dick keeps me so stretched out that I can't help but voluntarily remain completely still. Holy fuck, he feels amazing.

Hot shame flushes through me, but he thrusts his hips so his dick rams inside me all the way and I can't experience shame because the immediate sensations of pain and pleasure overwhelm my body. I grip the bedsheets and feel his hips cupping my ass as he buries himself inside me.

My first time. With a stranger. A monster. And the worst part about that is that having him inside me feels so good physically. It's better than anything I've felt in my life. Especially since the crime I committed. The weight of what I did formed this numbness around me which this man cracks open, allowing emotions to spill out.

"Fuck," he grunts as he bottoms out in my pussy. "You are so tight. You feel so good."

His lips are so soft on my ears and neck as he begins to move that I nearly cum just from his kisses. My pleasure heightens when the stranger moves his hands to my breasts. He doesn't have to tell me that he likes them. I can feel his appreciation in the way he touches me and even if I know how fucked up it is… his desires make me want to push back against him.

I just wouldn't want Tanner to find me like this… betraying him…

The man kisses my neck and his rough stubble sends pleasure shooting through me again. I moan loudly, which provokes an immediate response from the intruder. His hips move faster behind me and his breathing gets heavier. With each thrust, the friction between my legs pushes me closer to a multi-orgasmic climax. Holy fuck.

This just feels too good…

"I want you," he growls. "I want you so fucking bad."

Those three words break me. "I want you."

Maybe it would be hard for anyone else to understand, but I went my whole life feeling like nobody wanted me. Not my birth parents. Not the white folks who adopted me… nobody. I've never been allowed to feel anything about it. To just snap and go fucking crazy. Until now…

His fingers brush against my clit again and he rubs slowly as he keeps fucking me. He wants me to want him back. I don't know why because I don't even know who he is. But his deep voice with its light, commanding Southern twang bends me to his will. I feel the dark and immediate urge to obey.

I push my hips back against him and I don't fight. I let the man who broke into my bedroom and fuck me with a ski mask take my pussy like it belongs to him. I moan. I thrust back as he strokes my clit and allow myself to feel everything. The orgasm that hits me nearly knocks me the fuck out.

The intruder pushes his big dick inside me all the way, stretching me out as he rubs my clit and holds my body against his like I belong to him. It's intimate. Hot. Impossible for me to stop myself from responding. The next moan out of my mouth is embarrassingly loud and prompts him to slam his hands over my mouth again.

"Now it's my turn," he growls in my ear and then he resumes fucking me from behind at a steady, faster pace. He doesn't care about my pleasure anymore, just satisfying himself. The masculine grunts he makes as he fucks me expose just how much he's enjoying himself and I can't stop myself from cumming again just hearing how much this man wants me.

"You're so hot," he whispers. "Hot enough to make a baby with…"

I nearly scream because… instinct. This man is a stranger. It's bad enough that I'm throwing it back like Megan Thee Stallion on him. The pressure against my lips prevents any sound from coming out as this ‘baby' comment brings a different drive out of this intruder.

He fucks me harder. Deeper. I can't scream. I can't stop him. He's going to put a baby in me and there's nothing I can do about it. All I know is that this man is someone strong. Muscular. Sexy. A psychopath with a big dick…

Before I can find any way out of my panic, he thrusts forward one last time and empties himself inside me. Thick hot liquid gushes inside me, and my traitorous body responds with slow waves of pleasure. Cum leaks out of my pussy, but he keeps spilling more between my legs.

I can't stop this from happening. Except if I get Plan B…

But how the hell could I possibly get Plan B tomorrow without Tanner finding out…

The stranger bites my neck, yanking me away from panicked thoughts about Tanner. I shouldn't be thinking of him right now… It's wrong for so many reasons. The bite on my neck forces goosebumps all over my skin. I still can't scream. I just yield to the monster who climbed in through my window and emptied his cum inside me.

"You're already fucking sexy," he murmurs. "I can't wait to watch you get bigger."

"Who are you?" I whisper weakly.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek.

"Go to sleep. Don't follow me. Don't get off that bed or I'll fuck you senseless again. Wait for me to leave and lock the window once I'm gone. Do you understand?"

He's so close to me that his scent invades my nostrils. The powerful dominance he just exerted over my body bleeds into my consciousness, making me bonded enough to this beast to obey him. The man slowly removes his dick from between my legs.

I feel empty without him but so fucking blissful with all the cum he emptied inside me. I don't know why it makes me feel so good, but it's a light, gentle high that strips me of any will to fight or disobey him. Maybe it's exhaustion. Fear. The throbbing in my ass and thighs.

But I don't move. He climbs out of bed, slides his clothes on and disappears.

I get up, just like he asked, and lock the window behind him. I don't even see where he disappears when he climbs out of the window. There aren't even any trees around, so it's a real mystery. I'm too scared to run outside and go after this stranger. He could be anyone… I don't know why the hell he seemed so familiar.

I climb back into bed and in the morning when I wake up, nothing that happened the night before feels real. When I get out of bed into my slippers, cum dribbles out of my pussy all over my inner thighs and I have confirmation that the insane situation the night before actually happened.

I'm no longer a virgin — and I don't know who fucked me without a condom, possibly getting me pregnant. This is an emergency — and it's one I don't have time for because I have a full time job of looking after a biker's infant daughter. Avery's baby monitor sends a couple alerts to my phone and my day as a nanny begins…

Although I hate admitting it, Tanner was right about the job coming naturally to me. Avery is half awake by the time I get to her room and it doesn't take much for me to gently wake her. She smiles whenever she sees me and it makes me so angry that Tanner doesn't appreciate those little moments with her.

Avery clings to me and gurgles when I take her to the changing station for a desperately needed morning diaper change. This is the hardest part of the morning and often an experience of disgusting discoveries about babies and digestive systems. I'm lucky that this morning's diaper change isn't the worst I've seen.

While I change Avery's diaper, it's like nothing that happened the night before actually happened. I can stuff everything into this compartment in the back of my mind until my boss manifests out of nowhere, knocking on Avery's bedroom door with his ham fists. I freeze and Avery finds my sudden reaction entertaining.

"He he he!" she cackles dramatically while I debate the merits of pretending I don't hear the door and letting Tanner cook outside for a little.

"Quin? Are you in there?"

He has cameras everywhere, so he knows I'm here. I guess my plan to ignore him won't work then. I sigh and while holding Avery, I open the door. The look on Tanner's face is… different. Very different. I only notice it for that first minute of eye contact. Just as soon as I notice the difference, it fades away and he offers a gentle smile.

"I just thought I would check in."

I'm not wrong to be suspicious. I can't remember the last time Tanner has "checked in" on the baby he wants nothing to do with.

"Everything's fine," I say, no longer concerned with reading my boss's emotions and far more worried about hiding mine. Last night, a man climbed into my bedroom window and if Tanner finds out about that, I doubt he'll react well. At all.

Right now, I'm the only one available for him to hurt so the best course of action seems to be keeping my mouth shut.

"Okay," he says, those pale ass cheeks of his turning a suspicious shade of dusky pink. I hold Avery closer to me, but Tanner shocks me by reaching his hands out for her.

"Why don't you let me hold her? I can manage her while you make breakfast. I'm sure you're hungry."

I don't immediately let go of Avery. Nothing like this has ever happened before since I moved in with Tanner and I won't let his suspicious behavior go unchecked. He looks out at me beneath unfairly luscious blond and ginger eyelashes with an expression that I could easily mistake for warmth if I didn't know any better about his persistent insensitivity.

"I normally eat after Avery. I don't need you to step in," I say as politely as possible. Although my suspicions and my own guilty conscience are making this room genuinely difficult to remain in. It feels like Tanner is getting bigger and taking up more of the room. I try to sidestep around him, but he gets in my way and holds his hands out for Avery.

"I'm telling you as your boss. I'll take Avery."

Reluctantly, I hand her over. She gazes at Tanner with immediate suspicion and then smacks him in the face with her fist. I bite on my lower lip hard to stop myself from laughing. He turns bright red again and then takes her little fist, pressing it to his lips.

"I get it," he mutters. "I've been a dick. Come on. Quin says she's going to make you the finest baby formula money can buy… Or whatever kids eat at this age."

Avery makes more confused sounds, but she doesn't start crying, so I let my boss hold her and follow him out to the kitchen. Each step towards the kitchen only increases my anxiety. I have to watch Tanner's muscular ass (literally) walking in front of me as he does something that's so unfairly sexy.

I've never seen him hold Avery before like this. He looks so protective. So damn good.

The thought enters my head and guilt follows. It's all well and good to notice Tanner's muscular ass, but I had sex last night. Unprotected sex. I need to get Tanner's muscular ass out of the way so I can get Plan B and stop this from becoming a much bigger problem.

If he notices my agitation when we enter the kitchen, he doesn't show it. He actually seems like he's in a better mood than usual, so I get it in my head to take advantage of his good mood and get him out of the way so I can buy Plan B. My strategy is simple. He lets me take Avery on a short walk around 11:30 a.m. before lunch. Her stroller has a tracker on it and I have to keep my phone location on so he can watch vigilantly.

There's a CVS on our short route so I can just pop inside, get Plan B on one receipt and a popsicle on the other. Once Avery comes home with blue lips, he won't ask any further questions and I'll be safe. No pregnancy.

Of course, possible pregnancy is only my most immediate problem. The stranger might come back. He got into the house so easily the first time… what the hell would stop him from entering the house again?

I pull ingredients out of the fridge as Tanner sits with Avery and sings her some weird ass lullaby I've never heard the words to before. I try not to smile at how goofy he sounds singing to her. This isn't the time for smiling – this is the time for plotting how I'm going to stop myself from getting knocked up by a stranger…