(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Ch. 42: Your turn

I heard Annie get more and more frustrated in the other room. And she was just about to start crying, when I nudged Mr. Jackson out of his sleep.

"Pick up your daughter."

He just grunted back.

"Hey, you were more than willing to make her. Now pick her up!"

I nudged him once more, and he rolled over to his back.

"You're the one with the milk store, Gail."

"Pick. Up. Your. Daughter." I said, emphasizing every word, but he rolled back the way he was laying before, with his arm wrapped tightly around my body. Not that I had anything against it, but Annie was getting really impatient in the other room.

"Can't you make her stop?" he groaned, when she started crying for real.

"Yes, I can, but you need to get her for me."

He lifted his head in annoyance.

"Yeah? And why is that? You've gotten lazy lately? If so, I can sharpen y..."

I placed my finger on his lips.

"The only thing you're gonna do right now is to pick up Annie, because I'm unable to walk."

He frowned, so I squinted back.

"Really?! You suddenly forgot that you fucked my legs apart? In fact, my legs aren't attached to my body at all anymore, after your insane attempt to populate the world alone. Now, go get your daughter!"

I pushed him off the bed, and stifled a giggle when I saw the cocky grin that erupted in his face when he remembered last night.

"Yeah... That..." he cackled wickedly, and got up. And barely a minute after he placed Annie in my arms. Then he laid back in bed on his side, supporting his head with his hand, while he studied us with slightly narrowed eyes. Annie did what babies do, and quickly found her favorite position to nurse, randomly expressing her contentment with silent smacking and baby grunts, and Mr. Jackson? He just couldn't stop staring.

"What? Are you jealous?" I asked, wanting him to look at something else.

"No."

But he kept staring with the same expression.

"Then what?!"

"Just waiting until it's my turn."

"Oh, knock it off! You had your share last night. I don't want her to go hungry just because her father is a sick freak," I said and squinted back at him.

"You sore?" he asked, and I knew what he had in mind.

"Don't even think about going near that area today, mister."

"But I ain't going. I'm cumming."

He wiggled his eyebrows, and I smacked his chest, so he laughed.

"Not today. And you'd better get me a morning after pill, because I have no plans on walking around pregnant all the time."

Mr. Jackson went from narrow eyes to glaring, and I involuntarily swallowed in anxiousness for what he would do.

Uh-uh... You pissed him off, Gail. You don't wanna piss him off after the handling you got yesterday, do you? Hmm? Maybe a little. What?! No! It's your body! You can decide if you want to get pregnant or not. Exactly. Open your ovaries.

"Now, why would I wanna do that? Then I will only try harder next time. So, if you don't think I was rough enough, I'll pick it up a notch or ten."

He smirked his half-smile that made him so damn attractive that I had to bite my tongue.