~Gabriella's POV~

"Yeah, babe, explode for me, give me your first orgasm, burst in my mouth," Does he seriously want me to bursts in his mouth, is it pee coming, shit does he was to drink my pee, no no no, I tried to arch back, but I was pressed against the bed, he was a wolf and I was the prey. I stopped fighting.

"Javier!" I shouted, unable to control myself and what was going to spill.

"Yes, my Fox, cum for me."

"Javier..." I screamed, fluid poured from my sex, and I was completely lost. What was that? " I asked Panting. He just chuckled. Looked at me, fuck everything my sex spilled was on his mouth and he swallowed everything.

"Your first orgasm baby! tangy I like."

Dear Lord in heaven, what have I gotten myself into? This man is trouble. He is leading me to hell.

He then placed his finger on my door. I shrieked. Using his hands, he shoved in and out. I was coming once again.

"It's happening again, Javier."

" Yes baby cum for me, I was now starting to enjoy it. As I came again, I yelled his name."

He turned on the TV while shoving his fingers in and out, looked for sex sites, and asked if I could take him like that. I grabbed the remote and pressed the power off button. I removed his boxers. Well, I had an expert, Chloe. She was continually telling me how to suck a guy. She used to teach me with a banana, but I won't tell him. I kissed him while I stared at him. I wanted to make sure he felt the same way I did. I began with the cap, as Chloe had instructed. I began with his dickcap. I sucked it. I could hear him moan. I was ecstatic. That means I'm on the right track. Chloe advised me to try to take his cock all in, but there's no way I'm taking everything in. Javier was too big to be taken all in. I rubbed his shaft, sprinkling saliva all over it, and then sucked him. I was pounding in and out, quickening my pace. After that, I reached for his balls. I sucked his balls. I heard him moan loudly this time. He yanked my hair and started thrusting it in my mouth, then took his cock in. Then he shoved his sperm into my mouth. I swallowed his cum in the same way he did, and he seemed astonished.

“My fox, you are full of surprises. You just made me cum.” He grinned and lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Javier was enormous and towering, and I was like a kid to him. He carried me as if I were nothing.

He pushed me back up onto the bed. He claimed my lips once again, pressing his tongue against them, demanding entrance, and I gladly gave him access. My whole body was shivering. I then saw him smiling at me, caressing himself and touching his crotch. I was concerned as to why he was stroking his groin, but he just grinned and said.

"Getting ready, sweetie."

He sucked in between my thighs once more, then reached for my hot box with his tongue; I squeezed my walls, scissoring them. I yelled his name as he kept on thrusting me with his tongue. It was hard to control myself.

I released, "Javier!." I screamed his name. He then positioned his shaft at my entrance.

"Gabriella, this will hurt, but only for a short time. Are you ready?" With a nod, I agreed.

"Now, my fox, I want you to keep eye contact with me and look at me with every thrust I make. Never, ever, ever break eye contact with me. Ready?" He inquired once again, and I nodded.

He slid in. I screamed. My eyes widened. I was taken aback and looked at him. He waited patiently for me to get acquainted with his shaft. Instead of thrusting, he buried his face into my chest for over 2 minutes before sucking on my nipple. I was instantly soaked. He grabbed one of my legs and slung it over his shoulder. He began pounding in and out gently. When I saw he was going all in, I screamed once again. Our eyes were fixed on one another. He started thrusting me hard; It felt as though his shaft was hitting my lungs. It was hard to breathe. He then increased his pace even harder. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was at a loss about what to do. I tightened my grasp on him, and I heard him groan. He turned on me while ravishing me, and my a$$ was up high. He was mumbling,

"Fuck," and groaning. I was hoping he'd kill me. He fucked me even harder this time. I was sobbing. I hopped on top of him and started riding him. He was groaning nonstop. He gripped my waist as though to encourage me. He dragged me down and put both of my legs over his shoulders. As he slammed in, his a$$ flexed. He dragged my head up higher. He was cumming, I could tell. As he hammered harder, I became drained. I yelled his name, which echoed throughout the room. He shot me within, flooding me with sperm. As he inhaled, I heard him yell,

"Fuck," and he glanced at me and kissed the top of my head. My whole body was drenched in sweat. He then asked me to come down so he could change the bedsheets. The bed had turned into a puddle of blood. He removed everything and replaced the bed covers. We talked. He inquired as to what I did for a living once again. Did he suddenly forget he had asked me this question before? Did my pussy make him forget everything? I pray he doesn't forget my name. I chuckled and answered once more. I informed him that I was still a student. He gazed at me as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He then inquired as to my age. I informed him I was 21 years old again, and he replied that he was 31. I felt uncomfortable, but I knew he was older than me. I told him which university I was going to. He hopped on top of me. We did it all night and lost count of how many times we fucked. We fucked till I couldn't anymore. I don't know when I fell asleep; I could hear his heartbeat while lying on his chest. It felt great to be that near to him. It felt so peaceful, and I was already head over heels in love with this guy. I was so certain of my feelings for him that I wouldn't exchange him for anything.

~Javier’s POV~

I couldn't get to sleep. I was hot and antsy after devouring this petite sexy chick there. I promise she was nice. I stepped out of bed. I was about to take a shower when I received a phone call from Martha, my grandmother's personal helper. She informed me that my grandmother had another session. Gabby caught my eye. I didn't want to abandon her. Gabby and I had unfinished business, but I needed to get away. My grandmother meant a lot to me. I couldn't take my bath again. I dashed downstairs. I contacted my driver, Henry, and asked him to take the car, but he reminded me that I had instructed him to go home. "Fuck." I couldn't locate anybody to assist me to drive at 3 a.m., and the Russo-baltique I took was still on the system. I jumped in my car and hurried to the hospital, but I couldn't see properly on the way. I lost control of the car, struck something, and everything went blank.

~Gabriella’s POV~

I woke at 9 a.m. and attempted to move but couldn't since I had sex the night before. I tried to make my way to the bathroom, which I eventually accomplished, brushing my teeth and taking a bath. I went into the kitchen and living area, but Javier was nowhere to be seen. I waited until it was eight o'clock at night. He hadn't returned, and every time the door buzzed, I imagined it was him, but it was simply room service. After three days, I returned to my apartment and met with Chloe, who was pleased that I wasn't a virgin anymore. She was curious about Javier, but I didn't know what to tell her. I refused to believe the obvious, but the fact that his belongings were still in the suite gave me hope. When I returned to the hotel after a week, Javier was not there. I had left the suite precisely as I had found it. I continued coming back in the hopes of seeing him again, but he was nowhere to be found. The last time I visited there along with Chloe, the receptionist informed us that a man had checked out the day before. I was really disappointed, but I simply accepted it for what it was. I was just meant to be a one-night stand. We had a fantastic time, and that was the end of it. School resumed, and everything seemed to be going well, until two months later, when I began to experience morning sickness. I couldn't stand it any longer, so Chloe and I went to visit a doctor. I clutched the doctor's letter as if it were a ghost. I sobbed and wailed, bewildered as to how this was possible.

"You always have sex with Alex. Why are you not expecting?"

"Gabby, I'm on meds. I can't possibly be pregnant."

"What am I going to do, Chloe?"

"You're going to be OK. You've got Alex and me. We are here to help you."

"Where am I going to locate Javier? I don't even know what his last name is; all I know is that he has his own business. What have I done? Chloe, I'm not going to be able to do it. What about going to school? How am I going to raise a child? When I can't even look after myself?"

I regretted the day I met Javier because the anguish and regrets struck me hard.

~Javier's POV~

My car accident took place four months ago. I've been looking for Gabby all around her campus, but she's nowhere to be found. I'm aware that I won't marry her, yet I still desire her. There's something about her that makes me want to be with her. I never fuck the same chick twice. Even my girlfriend doesn't get to fuck me more than twice a month, but Gabby does things to me and makes me feel things I've never felt before. She wasn't even afraid to ride my massive cock on her first day of sex. When I met Sarah, she wasn't a virgin, but she couldn't mount me. What happened to my fox? Perhaps I should simply forget about her and get another sex toy. After all, life goes on.

" Henry, Turn the car back and let's head to my grandmother's villa. We haven't seen her in quite some time. We should also pay a visit to the flower store. Let's go grab some flowers for her."

"Of course, boss."

~Gabriella's POV~

It's been 6 months since I began prenatal care. I chose to get into photography despite the fact that I had no qualifications, and I've been receiving bookings ever since. I'm constantly completely booked, and I can't believe I've saved so much money in such a short amount of time. I've even relocated to a much larger apartment. It's not very large, but it is a three-bedroom apartment. Today is my check-up, and I've chosen to discover the gender of the baby. My pregnancy was quite long. That is why I dropped out of university. In addition, the scholarship was quite rigid. I signed a contract promising not to become pregnant throughout my scholarship. I received a text from Alex while I was waiting for them to let me know if they were downstairs.

"Are you ready, Mommy? We're waiting downstairs."

"I'll be down in 3 minutes." Alex and Chloe made everything easy. They were with me every step of the way, and I am thankful. I'm not sure what I would have done if they hadn't been there. We went to the doctor, and they were all with me, Chloe, and I wanted a girl, but Alex kept telling me that since my belly grew so quickly and I ate so much, it was a boy. To be honest, I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, although I prefer a girl. I'm still OK if it's a boy. We chose to find out the gender so that we could start decorating the nursery. My belly felt extremely chilly when the doctor put some gel on it. She then put what seemed to be a sensor or something on and moved it about, saying,

"You guys will have to see for yourself. I'm not going to reveal the gender, but the screen will."

We were all laughing and staring at the screen. The first thing we saw were some little balls, followed by a small penis. We immediately laughed as Chloe and I lost the bet. We agreed on a girl, but it turned out to be a boy. I was so pleased that I forgot I wanted a girl.

My son was born nine months later. Xander Xavier Parker is his name. Alex said that Xavier was after his father, and I couldn't say no to the godfather. My son is completely self-sufficient. I was really fortunate to have people that stood up for me and helped me financially and otherwise. I couldn't have done it on my own. Despite the fact that I was not financially secure, my son had everything he needed. Alex and Chloe were continuously buying him clothes and food. They were like Xander's parents, and they were always eager to spend time with him. He was adorable, and he had the same ocean-blue eyes as his father. He bears no resemblance to me.

~Gabriella‘s POV~

When Xander turned a year old, I went back to school. I was freelancing and active with my photography. I was studying part-time, and finally, I graduated, and I couldn't find a job. I also wanted to improve my photography and videography skills. Xander and I agreed to go visit one of the shelters every Saturday morning. Xander was now four years old, and he was such a sweet little boy. Because I didn't have a car, I leased a studio near his school to take him to pre-school every morning and pick him up every day. Alex and Chloe married last year and bought a house. On Saturday, Chloe and Alex were hosting a barbecue, and we were invited. We took a cab to Alex and Chloe's home after visiting the shelter with Xander. We were the only ones there, with the exception of a few of Alex's friends. Since we were always looked down on as orphans, Chloe and I have never been very good at making friends. Due to the inclement weather outside, we chose to stay indoors and watch television. Xander was outside with Alex and his friends. We weren't paying attention to what was on TV or what was being said as we were busy talking about work, but I heard it.

It has now been confirmed that Javier Hills, the zillionaire businessman, is no longer reachable. Sandra Williams, his seven-year-old girlfriend, is now engaged to him.

When I saw Javier's photos on TV, my jaw dropped wide. I wasn't in the mood. About 5 years ago, he was dating someone when he slept with me. So that's why he abandoned me and left me in that manner. I screamed. I couldn't control myself any longer. It was as though I'd seen a ghost. Then it dawned on me what had happened. I was just supposed to be a one-night stand for him. Why did I make such a big deal out of it? I wiped my tears. I know he's alive, at the very least. If Xander enquired about his father, I would tell him that he is alive but is unable to join us. That's better than telling him I'm not sure whether he's alive or not. After the barbecue, we came home. I bathed and put Xander to bed. As soon as I walked inside my room, I started crying. What drove him to do such a thing to me? He had prior experience. He could have pulled out or used a condom at the very least. I appeared to be well throughout the day, but I knew I was drained. He had a girlfriend, so he should have been responsible. At the very least, I now accept and acknowledge my unimportance. I'm not going to bother him in any way. His absence has been beneficial to my son and me in many ways. We've been able to get by without him. He is completely unaware that he is a father. I dropped my son off at school the following day and went to work. Due to the increasing demand for studio photographs, my studio was recently filled.

With time, the studio became busier, so I added two additional employees, Logan and John, who were both outstanding. I was editing at my office when I received a call from Xander's school, who said he was experiencing an allergic reaction. I dashed to school to pick him up. I was terrified since my son had never been hospitalized before. When we arrived at the hospital, Xander was in bad shape; his body was swelled, and he was frantically scratching his whole body; he began crying, and everyone stared at me as I raced in. I accidentally bumped into someone and dropped my belongings while apologizing to her. I had to put Xander down and gather the items I dropped. Xander couldn't stop crying and I was terrified; he'd never been sick before. To my amazement, the lady made a fast phone call and ordered me to follow her, which I did. We entered the ward, which was equipped with everything. I shifted my gaze to the doctor.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't make a reservation for the VIP ward."

"Don't worry, ma'am; everything has been taken care of."

"By whom," I inquired of the doctor.

"I did," said the elderly lady I'd met earlier.

"Ma'am, you didn't have to."

" It's okay child, what matters is that your son should get treated. If you want to pay me, just take him to visit me. I live alone, and a child may transform a house into a home."

" Thank you very much, I'll definitely bring him." The doctor interrupted our conversation and asked

" What caused the reaction is pretty bad"

"They ate brinjals and chickpea curry, according to his teacher. I have never cooked that at home. Chickpeas and brinjals are two foods that I despise. That's why I was completely unaware that Xandar was allergic to it."

"Assist me with removing his t-shirt," the doctor said. I observe Xander's birthmark being assessed by an elderly woman. Then I heard her enquire.

" Do you have a birthmark like his?"

"No, I'm not afflicted with a birthmark. I think it's from his father or someone in his family, or maybe even mine, but I'm not sure." She smiled as she glanced at me, and I smiled back.

" Do you mind bringing him to me this weekend?"

" Sure, I can bring him."

"If it's okay with you, I'd appreciate it if you could bring him to me every weekend. My home may be monotonous at times."

"It's not a problem at all; it's difficult to get someone to babysit on weekends, so if you don't mind, I'll bring him and pick him up later."

We swapped phone numbers.

"Well, it's settled then. They gave him sedatives. He should be OK when he wakes up.” I thanked her, and she left, not sure why, but I feel like I can trust her with my son.