Accidentally Pregnant And Married

Anna POV

Hell and heaven.

Pain and pleasure.

Here I am, gasping and squirming on a double bed in my college residence hall, my boyfriend's big, wide tongue having caught me in the middle of two universes. It continues to tug me in two ways while stroking my neck, kissing my nipples, and moving toward the area where my thighs meet. When he licks my clit, my body arcs a bit and I let out a little groan. I slightly move my hips as I reach down to grab his hair. It feels freakin' fantastic...

Suddenly, a voice that doesn't belong to me appears in my thoughts. An old voice of mine. It sounds like a warning, and I immediately tense up on the bed. Dominic stops raises his head, and frowns sternly at me.

"Relax."

"I'm at ease."

He lifts himself toward me and breathes softly. I am aware that this is Anna's first time. I said I would be kind, do you remember?"

"Yes, I do remember."

"Good." His lips encircle mine for a passionate kiss that causes my chest to become warm to the touch. As waves of unrelenting heat pass through my body, a throbbing hunger overtakes me. I'm temporarily unable to move or think, yet I'm not grumbling. The stress from before has already faded. When his teeth make a seductive bite onto my lower lip, my pussy clenches.

We tangle under the flimsy comforter I purchased during my college freshman year while my dorm bed creaks beneath me. For the first time, this location is not perfect. The king-sized bed at Dominic's place would have been my preference. He hasn't ever brought me there, however, for whatever reason. Because our relationship is new, I haven't really pressed the matter. But I'm sure it will all change after tonight when I've given him this valuable piece of myself.

When Dominic sucks my nipple in his mouth, my body trembles and he grips my breasts once more. This time, he is not being gentle. I want to grind my pussy against him till I explode into a million pieces as a result of the wonderful agony that his teeth provide when they bite the erect bud. God, I want to come so much. I can't wait to carry him inside of me and let go of my virginity. It has taken a while to happen.

My eyes jerk to the stack of books on my work desk as my hands grab his tank top to yank it off. I should have been studying, but Dominic wanted to come over and my roommate was out on a date. I wasn't going to say no to him. not after waiting so long to let him in. Not when I believe he has merited this priceless portion of me. Only agreeing to a kiss at the end of the night after our dates, he has been so patient. Boys his age don't act in that manner. Particularly when I tell them I want to take things slowly, they flee.

Dominic moves lower as he puts a stop to the pain of sweet and sour on my breasts. I already miss the pleasurable experience, but I am at a loss for words to express my need for more.

I hear the words in my thoughts again as his lips nip the area under my navel. My mother is calling. Anywhere, I would recognize that high-pitched voice. She continues to influence me in some way even after all these years.

"Avoid guys at all costs. Boys have a single desire.

It's the last I have of her. her letters. She spoke. her ancestry.

I chase those bubbles of recollections floating in my brain away after being zapped by the sizzle of his lips sliding lower. In contrast to what most mothers believe, Mom wasn't always correct. Dominic is not that way. I had adhered to the dating-101 for romantics manual. learned about his pals and their friends. We went on a lot of impromptu dates throughout the first half of our sophomore year, and he was always kind enough to wait for me after class, refrain from interfering with our study sessions, bring me my preferred brand of coffee, etc. is that "the perfect boyfriend" cup on his desk? When I gave it to him after our first month of dating, I briefly freaked out. But he has consistently shown that I made the proper decision at the time. Not to add that he is extraordinarily intelligent, attractive, and strong-qualities that make him the object of many stray glances-even if he never makes a big deal out of them. But he continues to support me.

"You're..." His short, black hair strands attract my fingertips. Dominic raises his head, his eyes opening briefly and becoming a little deeper shade of blue.

I mumble under my breath, "You're my boyfriend-dream come true," and grin, which shows my confidence in how strong our relationship is and that I know he's the one I want to share my virginity with. Not going to lie, it's been a real circus, refusing every man that came into my life until I was in college. Dominic does not deserve me; those pump-and-dumpers do.

He says with a haughty smile, "I am?"

I avert my gaze a bit. "As if you weren't aware," she said.

"Mhm-Mhm. But..." He separates my thighs while his eyes are fixed on mine. "I'm going to make you come so hard, that much I know. You won't be getting out of this bed anytime soon, I promise.

He cuts into my skin and forces the response down my throat. He has a fiery touch. His tongue is like kerosene. He moves in slow, careful circles at first, then flicks so forcefully that my eyes begin to well up with tears as he makes a masterpiece on my clit, engulfing me in out-of-control flames. He attacks my clit while still slipping two fingers inside of me, nibbling, tugging, sucking, and gently murdering me while he does so.

I'm certain that whoever is in the dorm room next door hears my groans. But I could care less. The sensual joy that is surging up inside of me is impossible to restrain. I have to express everything. Dominic uses his tongue to siphon out every last drop of my climax as my body jerks on the bed like a mad bull. He soon retreats, giving me time to gather myself. I gasp for air as I writhe on the bed, still in a state of pleasure. I saw him removing his boxers and pants from under partially closed lids. While he releases it, his cock bounces. I hunch up on my elbows to prepare for him.

Dominic replies, "I've been looking forward to this," and his grin makes me swoon.

I burst out laughing with glee. "Me too."

He glides over me and uses his knees to split my thighs. My heartbeat picks up pace. I'm having trouble breathing properly.

"Gosh." I inhale deeply as I get ready for the most important event of my life. I had spent many hours daydreaming about this moment.

His wide fingers encircle my waist and force my entry up against his rumbling erection. "Oh, God, Avery."

"Wait..." I immediately feel ice cold as he touches me, and my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. "Avery?"

No. I must have misheard. But when he slams his head against his chest and yells "Fuck," I know my ears are in perfect functioning order.

"Avery? You've got to be joking, right?

Nuh-uh. Not the closest college buddy I have. Not the woman I take along when I go to the bakeries or the one who makes me go out to the clubs on the weekends. She is stylish, leggy, and flashy-all things I'm not. Stunning. Instantly, I start to feel insecure. And the instantaneous destruction too. I shove Dominic so hard that he drops to the ground.

As he stands up and makes a guilty face, Dominic replies, "Listen, Ash, it's not what you think." Still erect and bouncing in front of him, his cock. It repulses me. I detest him.

"Really? Dominic, what is it then? Why would you mention Avery's name as we prepare to engage in sexual activity?

"I'm not sure, okay? I-"

Are you sharing a bed with her, by any chance?

Was I blind before? Did I place too much faith in Dominic and Avery's friendship? Avery typically couldn't stomach the men I dated, so I was probably too pleased when they clicked right away-it was a first. I thought I was being the 'cool girlfriend' by letting them hang out without me. I am such a freakin' idiot, God!

In the midst of our most private moment, which initially meant a lot to me, he crushed my soul and returned it back to me in shattered pieces. It now denotes shit. Letting him go this far with me has just left me with sorrow.

Okay, that was nothing. It's just a waste of time. You weren't exactly putting out-"

"Leave the fuck here!" I scream as I fling his shirt at him.

He grabs it and rushes to get the remainder of his clothing. I bury my head in my pillow as soon as he storms out and remain in bed the rest of the night sobbing uncontrollably. My life's foundation had been our connection, and now that it has crumbled, it seems that everything else is also falling apart. All for the sake of sacrificing my heart to a kid who didn't deserve it.

My worst suspicions are realized the next day when I face Avery. With tears in her eyes, she admits that her connection with Dominic is more meaningful than the meaningless fuck he represented it to be. It has never been. Evidently, I'm the only lady in his group who he hasn't had a sexual encounter with. Mel, my economics study companion, was there. Chantelle, a young lady whose sister was behind me last month rescued by baking last-minute cookies for her presentation at school. and a lot more. There are a ton more.

Even worse, Avery says Dominic just used me as a challenge. He would have taken my virginity and then departed. I'm too devastated to realize how fortunate I am that he called Avery's name last night.

I go to the bathroom, sick to my stomach, to throw up the growing bile. Knowing that I was never his exclusive girlfriend brings me to a new low. My virginity, a triumph, was the lowest of low blows for him since he knew I was nothing more than a prospective notch on his bedpost.

I look up from the dirty toilet bowl and slump backward from the effort. Angered. And incredibly cynical. My mind is completely black, the kind of darkness that wouldn't go away even after daybreak. It takes me back to that dark place where my darkest fears reside. I had been deceiving myself into thinking I could blend in and be good enough for someone like Dominic. Dominic is a hot-looking, seductive man with a gorgeous grin and magnetic charisma. Is it true I believed I deserved a man like that?

Do not, of course. I don't compare to the gorgeous females on campus, the ones who had been extending their legs for him, since I had just above ordinary features. I can't believe I didn't recognize his deception.

Poor, credulous Anna. Weak. You're flimsy. I warned you to avoid guys, didn't I? I told you not to trust them, remember?

She sounds like she is seated next to me, talking in my ear. She had a narrow, mocking grin that stuck in my mind. My worth is being criticized by her remarks, which are now considerably louder and more forceful. And at the moment, I agree with her.

I wish I could be the kind of person who can graciously forget and forgive, but I can't. What Dominic and Avery did to me is something I'll never forget. In fact, it's the main component of the heart-protective armor I'm making right now. Never again will I allow another guy the opportunity to harm me.

Since I live on campus, I can't call on any of my childhood friends for support when I'm feeling down. And it seems that the nearby "friends" aren't committed enough to do so. Dominic and I have the same friends, which is unfortunate since when sides are decided, he ranks well on the desirability and I am left with no one.

Even though I'm by myself right now, I convince myself that I'm not lonely. But that does not imply that it is accurate. Without a doubt, it doesn't make the pain cease.

What's worse is that in the days that follow, some of the jokes Dominic himself initiated about me start to circulate among these people who aren't pals. They make fun of me for being so naive to believe Dominic would have chosen a girl like me. The new Ashley understands they're saying the truth when she sees herself in the mirror. I'm gullible. I feel hollow after it. Hollow on the inside and cheap on the surface, like a discarded doll.

Oh, dear. Mel being the college slut or Avery being too shallow were never something I judged. I used to be quite close to all of my friends; I would hang out with them and provide a hand; they were a significant portion of my college experience. They all regard me as if I had the plague these days. How do things change so quickly? The main question is: Why did I let one jerk ruin so many of the things on which I found my happiness?

I believe I can still hear them laughing as I cross campus right now, close to the fountain in the center of campus. Avery, who has a snobby and delighted smile, is leaning on Dominic as he sits on the edge. Remorse is no longer present. Perhaps it was a fabrication.

The other lads are undoubtedly jostling and laughing as I speed past, hunching my head so that my face is hidden behind my hair and pressing my fingertip on the bridge of my spectacles to move it up my nose. When I'm alone myself once again, I shut my eyes, knowing that their laughter will continue to plague me for days.

perhaps more.

Next two years

When I suddenly hear laughing around me, it makes me flinch and make me seek behind me to find the source of the sound. When I realize it's only Dean and Jess, the mist lifts, bringing with it a sigh of relief. They are my pals. Friends who, in contrast to the folks in my history, wouldn't injure me. Since they were in my life before the catastrophe destroyed the nicer aspects of me, they are the only friends I fully allow in.

I've known Jess since kindergarten, which makes her technically my closest friend even though we grew up to be complete opposites. It's true that we both have a passion for marketing. But since I consider baking to be my religion and discovering new recipes to be my holy grail, I research current trends with the hope of one day starting my own chain of bakeries.

Jess? Jess, on the other hand, is the founder of her own religion, with 100,000 adherents as of right now. The whole sassy ensemble: clothing, accessories, lips, hair, makeup, nails, and boobs. Jess advertises herself, I suppose, which is what? Her IG and Vlogs are runway success tales, and she does a pretty darn excellent job at it. After all, the girl is an eleven on a scale of one to 10 for attractiveness at first look.

I certainly make an effort to be current, but such trends don't thrill my old spirit. Maybe Jess is all about the "now" and I'm trapped in the past in more ways than one. No matter what, I've been her supporter ever since she changed her pigtails for purple highlights, she's been in my baking courses for as long as I can remember, and we stand up for each other because that's what best friends do.

In contrast, Dean is the closest guy friend I have. We met in the high school library and got along well. It's so cliche. The story has a twist, however. I've been the subject of his infatuation for nearly as long as our friendship. Nevertheless, he has never been a sleazeball about his emotions for me, so I still invite him around to spend out with us. I admire that he didn't act rudely when he was friend-zoned.

Of sure, he has his shortcomings. The fact that he is smarter than the ordinary Joe does not give him the right to look down on everyone through his black-rimmed glasses, as he often does. His ego is too enormous to see a problem with the way he treats others, and his words have the ability to cut like glass. But for the most part, we get along just well.

I honestly feel bad for him sometimes. Aside from his unfulfilled love, he also has other problems that he "prefers not to talk about." Typical. But based on what I've gathered over the years, his estranged rich father, who refuses to support his goal, is somehow involved. That is perhaps the reason we never visit him at home.

Jess and Dean are diametrically opposed to one another, much as Jess and I are. She is all about the flash, and he has no tolerance for it. We are a peculiar three, yet we manage to get along. They have even helped me out on occasion. After Mom's dying and the incident with Dominic and his asshole cronies, if it weren't for them, I could have gone into batshit insane mode.

They're really the closest thing to a healthy relationship I've ever had. Mom? On the brightest days, my connection with Mom was rocky. On the one hand, I was thankful to avoid becoming a statistic in a foster home because she was all I had growing up after my father left. Foster homes may harm children as much as bad mothers, however. She became a focus of her escalating fears as a result of Dad's absence, which left her insides looking like a frazzled bundle of nerves.

"If you're overweight, people will make fun of you."

"We won't matter if we're too poor,"

Baking is not an actual occupation. You'll never be taken seriously by anybody.

They were the lovely ones, too. I questioned sometimes if I really was her child.

She had a bad attitude, and because of that, I had several disputes with her and for her both inside and outside of the house. She had already left when I finally understood how unhealthy our relationship was. But she left those fears as a legacy deep within me, and sometimes I find myself fighting against them.

"Hey," My haze is broken by Dean's kind words, jolting me once again to the present as we peruse a downtown bookshop. He switches out the tech magazine he was reading. "Have you had any luck finding a job?"

My eyes suddenly lift from the vibrant pastry book in my palm. "Nope. No, not yet. It has been a week since the business where I was working as a temporary administrative assistant closed. I want to work. Desperately. My other costs, such as my college tuition, are set to mount. But like Dean, I'd rather not discuss my financial difficulties.

"OMG, Hannah Plower's brand-new book is out!" Jess screams out of nowhere, surprising me. I attempt to take the book by the famous baker, but she snatches it away.

"Join me in becoming a social media influencer. I know what to do. Her blue eyes intensify and take on a crystal-like sheen. "You can create adorable little culinary videos! Like ramen hacks or mint-choc-chip ice cream with coffee.

Oh, I have no idea about it.

"Go ahead. The brightest concept ever. However, huh..." She examines my loose clothing while grimacing her face as though she had just walked in dog poop. We must first clean up the mess.

I glare at her after pushing the spectacles up my nose. Which mess? Thank you very much, I think I look great.

She is sporting torn black shorts that likely cost twice as much as my phone bill and a red crop top. Even if the expensive shoes and handbag really make the outfit pop, it is still too much for a quick trip to the bookstore. I'm also sporting a pair of out-of-date pants and a plaid shirt that is half a size too big for my little body.

I must seem like a farmer in comparison to her. I've never been stylish since I can't match colors and styles. I don't currently have an income to accomplish anything so simple, thus I often enjoy browsing spice shelves rather than clothing racks. Even so, I wouldn't be spending my money on red crop tops and torn little shorts. Jessica Pruitt is capable of being sexy. I can't.

"Jess, I think I'll decline the offer to vlog."

"Can you picture Ann laughing like you or one of your many blonde sidekicks do on screen?" Dean mocks me and smiles jokingly before turning to face Jess. I don't think your brainy viewers, oh, I mean bimbos, would approve.

Jess gives him a dismissive kiss before raising her middle finger to halt the exchange and the discussion.

Dean rolls his eyes as I stifle a giggle that is about to come. I'm amazed at how patient your partner is with you.

Jess jokes, "He doesn't... which is why I've kicked him out," before bursting her bubblegum. "If you want, you can have him. I may make a request on your behalf.

I stop laughing and bite my tongue to keep from speaking. Both parties find it to be a sensitive subject. Since we discovered Dean using a homosexual porn website in high school, Jess has been making fun of him. Who cares if he had a little bi-curious side? Were we not all? The ticking muscle in Dean's jaw tells me all I need to know despite his attempts to seem unconcerned with her mocking.

Also, Jess manages to attract a new wealthy man every month; I have no idea how she does it. You name the career, and I promise she has been with someone from the field-politicians, CEOs, celebrities, etc. She is, however, a touch too daring, which will finally screw her up. I just know it.

"Avoid guys at all costs. Boys have a single desire.

Should have paid attention to the one thing that Mom was correct. Anyway, I'm listening now despite having a shattered heart and crying a lot. You can count on me to keep a safe distance of a mile from the entire boyfriend nonsense.

Don't misunderstand me. Not all hope is gone. I won't be leaving my will with a dozen cats if I live to be a virgin. Despite the fact that I am no longer the girl I was in college, boys continue to approach me. As long as I'm comfortable, how I appear is irrelevant. Additionally, comfort and beauty are seldom compatible in this place. I have no idea what people see in me, and I couldn't care less. But even though I reject them, I still have a romantic notion that fairytales are not entirely untrue.

However, males are the ones who appear in fairytale resolutions, not guys. Gentlemen. I'm looking for a mature, experienced guy who is the appropriate fit. One who prefers a calm evening in my kitchen after a stroll in the park to a club drowning in alcohol on a date. one who loves sex as much as stability. one whose passion and commitment are boundless rivers. a charming prince. There has to be one available out of the million guys for me.