Bonus Scene Reignited

Taren

She woke up to her alarm going off and fumbled around her nightstand, feeling for her phone in a half-awake stupor. Jacob’s body leaned over hers and the noise stopped.

“Good morning, Tink,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.

“Hmph,” she grumbled and tried nuzzling closer to him.

She’d never been a morning person, but this pregnancy was amplifying that point. And right now, she didn’t give a damn if he didn’t want to snuggle with her; he was snuggling, whether he liked it or not.

His arm came around her, and he began to absentmindedly stroke her hair like he often did when he was lost in thought while holding her close. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking about, but she also wanted ten more minutes of sleep. Sleep won out. She’d ask him when she woke up again.

At some point, her subconscious registered him getting out of bed, but she turned over, hugged her pillow, and was blissfully back asleep, waking up two hours later—still plenty of time to make it to work and not be late, she just wouldn’t be able to do all the things on her to-do list before leaving.

“Hey, baby,” he said cheerfully from his makeshift desk at the kitchen table he’d commandeered when she walked in the kitchen. The fancy condo he’d put a deposit on was supposed to be ready to move into a week ago—they were still waiting for it to be finished.

Her bedhead was in full effect, but she needed coffee.

“Sorry I slept so long.”

“I know you need your sleep. From what I’ve been reading, your body needs lots of calories and sleep to function while you grow our little one.”

“Yeah. It seems like I’m either horny or tired.”

He laughed out loud.

“Luckily, I can help you with both of those. Actually, if I do my job right with one, the second will just come naturally.”

She smiled as she poured a cup of coffee from the pot he’d already brewed.

“You do your job superbly. A plus.”

She took a sip from her mug and frowned. 

“This tastes funny.”

“Oh, maybe because it’s decaf. I also read you shouldn’t have caffeine.”

She dumped the liquid from the cup into the sink, along with the pot he’d brewed, then pulled out the coffee that she normally drank from the cupboard and went about brewing another pot before turning back to him. 

“My doctor said a cup a day is fine.”

“Noted. I won’t make that mistake again. I know how you love your coffee in the morning.”

“That was really sweet of you to go buy it though.”

“I also got you a pastry.” He gestured to a white bag on the counter. “I thought it would soften the caffeine blow.”

Taren greedily opened the bag to find her favorite—a cheese danish wrapped in wax paper.

“You are my favorite baby daddy of all-time!” she squealed before taking a bite.

He smirked, as his eyebrow lifted. “I’m your only baby daddy of all time.”

She was feeling cheeky, so she sauntered up to him, pastry in one hand, and kissed his neck, then with her free hand, squeezed his cock over his pants and cooed against his skin, “My only baby daddy.”

She was met with a smack on her ass. Getting spanked never felt so good. He hadn’t wanted to punish her, even though she’d been asking for it. That smack was the best feeling in the world.

“Oh, does that mean you’re ready to punish me?”

“Maybe tonight when you get home; if you’re not too tired.”

She changed into her scrubs and came back into the kitchen where Jake was still camped out, several electronic devices strewn across the table and surrounding chairs.

“I’m going to go now,” she said, plopping down on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her obnoxious factor might have been amped up, knowing she was getting spanked later.

He closed his computer and slid an arm around her waist.

“Are you finally going to talk to your boss today about cutting your days?”

“Already texted a request to meet with her this afternoon.”

“Good girl,” he said before dropping a kiss on her nose.

“I should be home just before six.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “I need to get going.”

With his hand holding the back of her neck, he roughly pulled her mouth to his and kissed her hard. His tongue forcefully sought out hers and demanded she respond, like he owned her, and it was sexy as hell. As their tongues tangled, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and Taren twisted her body so she was now straddling him, grinding her heat against the bulge in his pants.

“Baby girl, if you’re planning on getting to work on time, you better go now, otherwise I’m stripping you naked and fucking you on the counter right here in the kitchen.”

Decisions, decisions.

Reluctantly, she slid off his lap, and bent at the waist as she kissed him again and stroked his cock over his pants.

“Stop teasing,” he growled against her lips, causing her to squeeze his hard cock through the fabric. “You’re ten seconds away from having those pants yanked down to your ankles and having your ass painted red,” he warned.

“Mmm, tonight, please. It’ll give me something to look forward to all day.”

“Go now, or you’re not leaving. Ten, nine, eight…”

Her panties were soaked but she didn’t dare go change them. She was fairly certain he wasn’t kidding about not letting her leave.

****

Jacob

He’d just finished setting the plates and silverware on the coffee table, since his work electronics were still taking up the kitchen table, when the delivery driver rang the intercom to Taren’s apartment. She was going to be home any minute now and had told him via text that she was starving. His plan was to feed her then fuck her, pausing in between to spank her ass until it was red. She’d been practically begging for it this morning. 

Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too tired after they ate, although he was mentally preparing himself for that possibility. It’d be okay if she was; he could wait. 

When he’d gone to bed last night, he’d watched the moonlight on her face as she slept and tried to imagine what their child was going to look like. He had visions of a little towhead in her arms, with both of them smiling at him when he walked into the room. Then she mumbled in her sleep, “I love you, Jake,” when she felt him lie down next to her and turned over to snuggle into his chest. “You really need to spank me soon.”

How could he resist her? He couldn’t. 

Now all he could think about was laying her luscious ass across his lap and watching it bounce as he smacked it.

“Hey, babe!” she called as she walked through the door. 

Jacob peeked his head around the corner, and smiled.

“Hi, baby. How was work?”

She sighed. Most of her makeup was worn off, except for the pink tint on her lips from her cherry lip balm, and she had bags under her eyes.

“Busy. You could definitely tell it’s going to be a full moon tonight.” She dropped her purse on the chair in the living room. “What smells so good?”

“Chinese—I got your favorite, orange chicken with white rice and crab wontons.”

“Oh my god, that sounds amazing. I’m starving! Let me go change, and I’ll be right back.”

She returned moments later in black yoga pants and a vintage baggy white t-shirt that said ‘Frankie Says Relax’ in bold black letters, and sat down on the couch next to him, tucking her feet under her.

She dug into her entrée, not even bothering to put it onto a plate, instead eating right out of the Styrofoam container using the chopsticks in the white plastic bag the food was delivered in.

“You were hungry,” he remarked.

“I grabbed some Pop-Tarts from the vending machine around noon, but we were just so crazy busy, I only had time to eat those as I walked between rooms.”

“Did you talk to your boss?”

“I did…”

“And?”

“I explained that I was pregnant, and that I wanted to cut my days.”

“What did she say? Was she okay with it?”

“Well, no, not at first. Not until she realized I was prepared to quit altogether if it didn’t happen. It’s funny how things change when you don’t have to work. Your boss’s leverage suddenly goes away.”

He was glad he could make that happen for her.

“So when do your new hours go into effect?”

“Next week. At least until my third trimester.”

“Are we still on for San Diego this weekend?”

“I’m looking forward to it. I’m going to hug Madison, even if she hates it.”

He laughed. “Yeah, me too.”

Leaning over, Jacob roughly gripped her tits over her big shirt, and murmured in her ear, 

“Are you tired? Do you need to go to sleep?”

“Mmm mmm,” she whimpered.

“Good. Because I’ve been waiting all day to punish your little ass.”

He ran his hand between her legs—over the fabric of her yoga pants, and pushed the material up between her pussy lips, feeling how hot and wet she already was through the cotton cloth.

“Oh god, me too,” she panted.

Tugging on her hair to tilt her head back, he looked into her eyes that were glazed with lust before lowering his mouth to hers.

Fuck, did she turn him on, like no other woman.

She rubbed her pussy against his hand, and he bit back a smirk.

“Such a greedy slut,” he snarled against her mouth. “You should have thought about that before teasing me this morning.”

“What? No. I wasn’t teasing; I was just offering a preview of tonight is all.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Jacob rotated her so she was lying across his thighs and reached between her legs where the seam of her thin pants was, then ripped them open so her wet, pink center and round ass were now on display, framed by the remnants of the black, tattered material. It was hot as fuck to look at, and judging by how wet her pussy was when his hand brushed against it, she liked it, too. 

Still, he probably should be sure.

Plunging a finger inside without warning, he leaned over her back and growled in her ear, 

“You like that, baby?”

“Oh my god, Jake, yes. I love it.”

He continued fingering her with a smug smile. He was going to have to invest in several pairs of these yoga pants because this wasn’t going to be the last pair he destroyed like this.

“Ass up,” he commanded, pulling his finger away and when she complied, wiped her juices on the skin he was about to mark, chuckling. “I can tell you like it.”

Jacob held her middle firmly in place with his forearm as he began to rain down blows to her butt; the flesh jiggling with each strike. He didn’t let up until her ivory skin was a beautiful shade of red, then he rubbed her bottom in wide circles, slipping two fingers back inside her wet heat.

She let out a soft moan, and he grabbed her hair, snarling in her ear, “Are you ready to get fucked, baby?”

Not waiting for a reply, he lifted her off his lap and deposited her on her knees on the living room rug, then unzipped his pants. His hard cock bounced as it sprang from his boxer briefs as he tugged his pants off, and he pushed her forward onto her hands. 

She looked at him over her shoulder like a vixen, and wiggled her red ass at him; the remains of her shredded pants still around her waist and legs.

He smacked her ass once as he thrust his cock inside her.

“Naughty minx.”

Goddamn, she felt good, and he grabbed her hips to thrust harder into her, letting go with one hand so he could smack her ass again.

“Are you going to tease me again?”

He rammed into her harder.

“No… no, Sir,” she panted.

Pulling out, he grabbed her hair and dragged her mouth to his cock, which she greedily began slurping up and down on.

Fuck!

He’d been hoping that would help him to keep from coming, but the way she was sucking him, that might not be the case…

He sat down on the floor with his back against the couch and lifted her so she was straddling his cock. Without further prompting, she began to ride him like a cowgirl riding a slow-moving mechanical bull. All she needed was a plaid shirt tied at the belly and a cowboy hat.

Jacob reached between their bodies and began to play with her clit, which caused her to falter in her rhythm. His little fairy leaned her elbows back on his thighs and splayed her legs open wider, allowing him better access. Which he took full advantage of, but only after ripping the rest of her yoga pants to the waistband.

“Oh my god, Jake. Yes!” she gasped, throwing her head back.

He polished her hard, little clit until she arched up and let out a long, “Ohhhhhh yessssssssss!” before her body began to shake around his dick.

Unable to wait for her to even finish coming, he began thrusting up into her while holding her hips and bouncing her on his cock. Her tits moving up and down provided the perfect visual. 

Roaring, “Fuuuuck!” while pulling her hips down tight against his, he began to come inside her.

“Damn, Tink,” he panted against her chest, his arms now wrapped around her middle tightly as she stroked the back of his head.

“That was hot,” she cooed in response, kissing the top of his head and smoothing his hair.

His breathing finally evened out, and he released his grip on her, allowing her to stand—her pussy at eye level with him. He watched as his cum seeped down her leg, and he squeezed her ass to hold her still, then rubbed his semen into her thigh.

“That is so damn sexy, baby.”

She stepped over him and looked down at him with a smirk.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

Looking up at her, he winked. “Yeah, you’re forgiven.”

“Darn,” she said as she started walking toward the bedroom. “I was really hoping further punishment would be required.”

Oh, his sexy little sprite. What she did to him.