Sweet Destiny

Love & Pain

Anna's PoV

It's been three weeks since Latoya moved into the new house while Orbyn and I bought the old one.

Since moving in, we've been fucking like rabbits or dogs in heat if you wonna put it that way. We decided to take a break from working, hence each team member has since embarked on their vacation.

Grabbing a fistful of Orbyn's hair, I moan in ecstacy as he licks my dripping pussy. This has to be the perfect way to wake up in the morning by your husband!

Orbyn smirks, "Sweet..." He licks his cherry lips and smiles, "This is definitely my favorite meal."

I couldn't help but laugh at his corny nature. "Juegas  demasiado amor!" (You play too much love.)

He gazes at me as he slips a lone finger into my dripping heat. Biting my lips, I close my eyes as a pleasurable feeling courses through my body. He's definitely the Devil's spawn!

My heavy pants fill the room and I gasp loudly as he pummels me with his finger and tongue. A gush of liquid pools from my slit and I hear him slurp it all up then chuckle.

"I swear yo ass is gonna drown me one of these days." He smiles and gently slaps my clit.

I'm a moaning mess but I manage a feisty comeback nonetheless, "Stop eating my pussy so damn good then!"

Widening my legs, I expose my glistening heat but Ornyn simply bites his lips and heads to the bathroom. Disappointment floods my soul as I realise I'm not getting dicked down!

Rolling my eyes, I exit the bed on shaky feet and try the bathroom door. It's locked! Kicking it in frustration, I hear Orbyn's hearty laugh from the other side followed by the shower running.

I was about to kick the door off when my phone rang. Walking to the bedside table, I realize it's Latoya.

"Hey sis!" I answered grumpily, she squints her eye at me.

"That look means Orbyn left your ass high and dry again!" She guffaws, leaning back unto her headboard.

Flipping her the bird, I toss a pillow over my face to muffle my screams. I'm extra horny, moody and easily frustrated these days.

"I'm gonna stop telling you my damn business!" This is met by more laughter so I cut the call.

Seconds later my phone dings with two messages from my irritating sister.

NO MORE DICK!
Where are we meeting for lunch btw?

Tossing the phone aside, I start rubbing my clit then slowly insert my finger into my throbbing heat. I've learnt a valuable lesson in life and I've never forgotten it: Be the hero/heroine of your own damn story!

I increase my thrusts and I feel an orgasm coming closer. Arching my back, I widen my legs while squeezing my nipples interchangeably. My pants get louder and I know by now Orbyn is fully aware of my actions.

Pressing my clit, I lurch forward but press my fingers against my G-Spot. In seconds, an ear splitting scream bursts through my lungs and I close my eyes as black dots cloud my vision.

The bathroom door opens as I'm coming down from my high, and I keep pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy slowly while maintaining eye contact with Orbyn.

He's semi hard, he grabs his dick and starts pumping away. The freak in me does several somersaults and keeps working my pussy.

Orbyn smirks, bites his lips and inches closer to the bed. He pumps his dick faster and presses his thumb to my clit then plugs my hole. A loud sigh escapes me as he slaps my wet pussy with his dick.

I arch my back for him to penetrate me but he snickers, pumps even faster and with a guttural roar, he smears his cum unto my stomach and pussy.

Anger consumes me so I push him away and storm into the bathroom, slamming the door. Plopping unto the toilet, I huff in annoyance but a searing pain in my abdomen causes me to scream.

Orbyn rushes in, gun in hand with his dick flapping side to side. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asks concerned.

Gripping his arm, I wait for the pain to subside before I speak. "I felt a sharp pain in my stomach."

He drops to his knees, hoists me up and into the shower then starts washing me off rapidly. "I'm taking you to the hospital right now."

I can only nod as more cramps start but they aren't as severe as the first one. He lifts the rag from between my legs and it's coated in light red blood.

What the hell??

My heart lurches as fear grips me like a noose! Immediately I start crying because I know for sure my cycle isn't halfway due.

A million thoughts race through my mind, Orbyn finishes up while maintaining his composure. He then wraps me in a towel, takes me to the room and places me down gently on the bed.

He moves around the room effortlessly, bringing me a shirt dress, bra and underwear already fitted with a sanitary pad.

How can I not love this man?

Less than five minutes later, we're en route to the hospital. I called Dr. Martin explaining everything and she told us she'll be waiting in the ER.

The cramps have somewhat subsided but there's still some level of discomfort. Orbyn rubs his hand  on my arm in a reassuring manner. I want to speak but the words elude me.

Sighing, I rest my head back on the seat and mutter a prayer. He squeezes my arm, "We're gonna get through this together baby."

Smiling,  I lean over and kiss his cheek, "Thank you for always being there for me."

Moments later, the Jeep comes to a halt in front of the hospital. Orbyn rushes around to my side and takes me out quickly despite my protests.

Dr. Martin has a gurney waiting so Orbyn places me down unto it. They wheel it into an examination room that's retrofitted with ultrasound equipment.

Orbyn helps me to change into a gown and I lay back on the bed, a nervous wreck. Dr. Martin takes a brief medical history then tells me that my last blood results were normal too.

At least that's a good sign that taking the bromocriptine really helped.

She squeezes the gel unto my stomach and starts prodding it with the wand. The room is silent except for the clicking of the mouse connected to the machine.

Orbyn is to my left with his hand draped around my shoulder as he leans his face into my neck.

I don't dare to look at the monitor as I'm dreading the bad news. My prolactin levels were back to normal but I still had to contend with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome as my official diagnosis.

Dr. Martin gasps and I start wailing instantly! I scream loudly and start thrashing on the bed.  "Nooooo...why me?!"

Orbyn is crying at this point but still tries to reassure me. "We're gonna be okay baby..." He hugs me tightly, "I'm never letting go and we're never giving up."

Everything starts becoming blurred and the last thing I hear is Orbyn begging me to stay awake.

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