Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 28

"Mmmm.. huh!" my eyes flew open and I looked down in between my thighs only to see Sultan's head buried in between my thighs, and had my nether lips spread, rapidly flicking his tongue over my engorged clit. My eyes literally rolled to the back of my head, enjoying his pleasure to the max.

I bellowed as an orgasm ripped through my body, he continued to eat my pearl like it was going to be his last time. I gripped his head grinding into his face as he nastily worked his long thick tongue showing me no mercy until I erupted again.

He got up and lay on top of me, a smirk on his face. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to catch my breath. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. I nodded, relieved he'd kept his promise.

He pecked me on the lip before heading to the bathroom. He returned with a rag and mild soap, helping me clean up. I felt shy, but he was gentle.

"I thought you wouldn't come," I said, once we'd finished.

He smirked, winking at me. That's when I remembered my mom was visiting. "Did you meet my mom?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, I did," he replied, disappearing into the bathroom. I face-palmed, realizing I'd messed up. The screaming, the moaning... she must have heard everything. I had no idea how I'd face her tomorrow.

Sultan emerged from the bathroom, dressed and ready to leave. "Hey, where are you going?" I asked, surprised.

"Home," he said.

"But it's late. Don't go," I pleaded.

"I have to." He pecked me on the forehead. "I'll call you tomorrow." He smiled warmly and I nodded,  happy he kept his promise. As I watched him leave, I felt a mix of emotions. How was I going to face tomorrow?
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As I walked into the kitchen, I shyly looked around for Mom, hoping she hadn't heard Sultan and me the night before. Relieved to see she'd already made breakfast, I felt a mix of emotions. "Good morning," she greeted, noticing my gaze. I tried to play it cool, but my heart racing gave me away.

"How long have you known Sultan King West?" she asked, pouring herself a glass of juice.

"Almost two months," I stammered. "I'm not entirely sure, but yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her tone was calm, but I could sense a hint of surprise.

I exhaled, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry." I apologized, giving her my best puppy eyes and she playfully rolled her eyes.

"So, is he the father of your baby?" She asked, and I shocked myself by spilling hot tea everywhere.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, incredulous. "My pregnancy is exactly three months today, and I've only known Sultan for two months now." I shook my head, disbelieving.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yeah," I said confidently. And she took a bite of her pancake, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well, I heard you moaning last night, so I thought he was the baby's father." She said I shyly looked away, wishing the floor would swallow me up.

"You heard everything?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

"Everything," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact.

"I'm mortified," I muttered, burying my face in my hands as embarrassment washed over me. "I should get going Dante will be here soon to take me to my antenatal appointment." I whispered, my voice laced with discomfort, as I hastily retreated from the kitchen.
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"I'm here to see Dr. Jones, please," I said to the nurse at the hospital's front desk, my voice clear and confident.

"He's expecting you. You can head right into his office."

"Thank you," I replied, smiling. "I will go see the doctor now." I informed Dante before turning and following the nurse's directions.

As I entered Dr. Jones's office, he rose from his chair, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Welcome, welcome! Right on time, I see."

"Thank you, Dr. Jones," I said, taking a seat in the comfortable chair he gestured to.