"Cinnamon, you're about nine weeks along. There's the head, and the heartbeat." Dr. Garrett said as she pointed at the screen.
Small tears rolled down Cinnamon's cheeks. It was real. There was no denying it- for her, or Jay. Dr. Garrett cleaned Cinnamon up, helping her sit up. She gave her a print out of their baby, and gave her some natural medications to help with the nausea. Jay helped her put her gown back on, and escorted her to his office. Not a word was spoken on the long walk. As they entered, he took her into a small room. A room that was supposed to be used for files, or sleeping if circumstances were beyond their control. A full size bed. Something Cinnamon hadn't seen in a long time. It looked very soft, and comforting. All she wanted was to climb into the bed and sleep. That would be way too simple. Jay helped Cinnamon into the bed, laying her down.
"I wanted my lil' mommy to be comfortable." He said with a half smile on his face as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt, sliding it off of his strong shoulders, then taking off his pants, climbing into the bed with Cinnamon.
His strong hand moved to her breasts. They were so swollen and tender, his strong caresses hurt, causing her to whimper.
"Cinnamon, you understand, that I need to be rough with you. That, I'm turned on by being rough." Jay said, tenderly caressing Cinnamon now.
"Yes, I.... I understand. That's why I've tried so hard to be good." She replied, looking up into his cold eyes.
"You understand, that I have strong needs, and that as my girl, you must meet those needs."
"Yes, I... I understand." Cinnamon said, becoming a little frightened.
"Just because you're pregnant, doesn't mean things are going to change. I will never do anything to harm our baby, but I won't stop fucking you. You do understand."
"I've never denied you, Jay." She said so softly, her hand covering Jay's softly.
"Good, because knowing my baby is growing inside of you has me so fucking hard. I have to have you Cinnamon, and I don't think I can be gentle." Jay said as he forced Cinnamon's legs wide apart.
Looking down, he knew she wasn't wet, much less aroused in the least, but he couldn't stop himself. He had to have his girl. The need was overpowering, more primal than ever before. He needed to claim his property once more. He sucked his fingers, shoving them deep in Cinnamon's pussy. A small whimper escaped her lips, feeling him fingering her roughly, not realizing, this was a small act of compassion on his part.
After fingering her for a brief moment, he thrust his huge cock into her pussy, ramming her deep and hard.
"Jay," Cinnamon whimpered, small tears escaping her eyes.
Her tender body so sore, so weak from the morning sickness, being fucked like this was the last thing on her mind. Jay's strong hands groped her breasts roughly, while his thick cock thrust harder and harder into her pussy, claiming her once more.
"You like that, Cinnamon? You like being fucked like this?" Jay grunted as he fucked Cinnamon harder.
Unable to reply, her body so weak. In the past few months, she had grown to enjoy being intimate with Jay, even when he hurt her so badly she could barely walk, but this time was different. She was weak, and tired. She didn't need this. Harder and harder his thick cock rammed into her pussy, the big head pushing against her cervix. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her deeply, shoving his tounge deep into her throat, making her taste his heat. The thursts became more urgent, harder, bringing tears to Cinnamon's eyes.
"Jay... please, it hurts so badly." Cinnamon whimpered, looking up at him.
"Take it, dammit. Take your fucking like a woman, Cinnamon!" Jay screamed out, slapping Cinnamon's breasts hard.
The hard slap drove Jay over the edge. Stream after stream of his hot cum filled her tender pussy. His cum heavy balls drained into her full womb. The seed that made the tiny angel growing inside of her. Cinnamon's eyes were closed tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was so sore, and felt so hurt that he could possibly force himself on her, after all that she's been through. As he finished, he looked down at Cinnamon, knowing she was hurting, physically and emotionally. He knew that he had grown to love her, even if he didn't choose to admit it. Her tears were beginning to get to him. Starved for affection, Cinnamon would always beg to be held after Jay fucked her brutally, leaving her tender body bruised and sore. This morning, was different.
Jay got out of the bed, cleaning himself. Without a word, he got back into the bed, cleaning Cinnamon, then pulling her close. For the first time, HE, was the one holding her, willingly, uncoerced. She whimpered in his arms, crying softly. So many things were racing through Cinnamon's mind. A baby. Her relationship with Jay. Her life in prison. She knew she didn't belong there. She wanted out. She didn't want to have a baby in prison. Everything was so overwhelming. She snuggled in closer to Jay. He was her only source of comfort and solice in this place. Now, there was someone else to think about... Someone other than herself. Someone other than Jay. A life. A life, they created together. Exausted, Cinnamon couldn't think anymore. She fell fast asleep in Jay's arms.
