His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY, WILL YOU TAKE CARE OF ME?

I grip my phone hard, staring at it, the little text box taunting me. An overwhelming fury wants to sweep over me, and I have to take a few deep breaths and close my eyes to keep it at bay.

When I open my eyes, I feel only a little better, but the taunting never ceases when I look at my messages to Mark.

Right, my messages, not his.

Read, it says, nearly two hours ago. And not a single response back. And that’s the last message. My other texts have been up for days and I haven’t gotten a single thing back, not even a fucking smiley.

I just want to throw my phone through the pink wallpaper of my room! I scroll back through our texts. I mean, my texts. It must be about fifty texts from me, each one only momentarily followed by a signal telling me they’d been read. Read, but not responded to.

I swallow, my breathing becoming shallower as I realize what this all means. Panic sets in. I’ve been willfully ignorant for a while. Every time he didn’t text back, it was one excuse after another from my silly little brain. He’s busy. Work’s really hard lately. Maybe he’s thinking about buying me a ring, or getting us an apartment together, or surprising me with flowers and chocolates.

Or pickles and ice cream. Any of that would be fine.

I feel like if he responded to me right now, with anything, even the most dismissive and dickish thing in the world, I’d forgive him on the spot. I don’t care. It wouldn’t matter about everything he’d done up until now. Just as long as he comes back to me in the end.

I can’t do this alone.

I rub my hand over my swollen belly, running my fingertips over my stretched skin. He’s quiet right now, probably sleeping, and I’m happy about that because I wouldn’t want him to see his mommy so upset. I pick up the stuffed teddy I have sitting on my bed. It used to be mine when I was younger, but it’ll soon be his when he comes out to meet the world. Ugh, I should’ve known Mark would do this. All the signs were there, for months, just begging me to listen to them.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He was so sweet and endearing for a good three months into my pregnancy, but slowly he started to become distant. Disappear a little bit

more, cold as he backed away from me. His words moved from our future to focusing on what he’d be doing when he got time away from the baby. The baby wasn’t even born yet, and he was already thinking about getting away from him!

And then when eight months came up, and I ballooned outward, that’s when Mark took no caution in expressing his disinterest. At least he was subtle about it before, but looking at me, all the evidence of what was going to happen staring back at him, he chickened the fuck out. It’s like he couldn’t even find me attractive anymore to stomach looking at me, no pun intended. Which makes it all the worse when I’ve been incredibly horny lately. I’m so close to my due date and all my hormones are flowing wildly. I’m just itching for a man’s touch. For his arms around me, holding me and my baby.

For a man to just fuck me raw like his special little girl.

It hurts how much I ache for him and how little he cares about me. I look at the phone one more time. I sigh and type in a text. “Aren’t you going to come see your baby?”

I send it, and within a second, it says read, meaning he’s staring at his phone as I agonize over him…

“Motherfucker!” I scream. I do the one thing I worried about this whole time and chuck my phone across the room, splattering its guts all over the floor.

I growl. I knew I was going to do that. I knew these hormones would be bbebetraymeike I could afford to replace my phone. I’m not making a goddamn cent struggling with this thing on my own.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I hear behind me.

I turn to see the visage of my stepfather peering through the door. I blush on two counts of embarrassment. One, no one needs to see me this angry, and two, I’m dressed a little lightly, my short shirt revealing my belly and my small, lacy, see-through shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. What? I won’t apologize for that. I’m desperate. I am. And I’m stupid enough to believe Mark would have a change of heart, come riding like a knight, see me, and just fill every desire I have cycling through my veins. I’m hopeful, but mostly just horny, functioning on pure fantasy. I clear my throat, hugging the teddy bear to my chest, covering my swollen tits. “Nothing,” I say, sitting down on my bed. They’re sensitive, and even the slight pressure of my arms is enough to make me wince. Daddy glances around the room, his eyes catching my exploded phone on the ground. His brows furrow and he steps through the door, closing it behind him.

Daddy’s large figure is intimidating, especially because I know he’s not happy that I lied to him. His arms cross and strain as his muscles lock onto each other.

Daddy’s a big man. Like, scary big. He’s probably a foot taller than me.

And as petty as it sounds, I like having him around, because I swear it makes

Mark is a lot nicer knowing Daddy’s just around the corner. Any selfish shit Mark is usually into seems to fade for a little bit, and he becomes a lot more attentive and caring.

It’s like Daddy rights Mark’s shitty personality, if only for a brief moment.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” he says, nodding his head in the direction of my phone.

I don’t look at it, focusing instead on the ground in front of me. I just shrug, not wanting to get into it.

But Daddy’s not so easy to dismiss. Not like I am. “Tell me. Come on.”

“It’s Mark…”