AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories) by Carmella Jones Page A

my wet lips parted over the tip of his penis. His hips started a slow grind toward mine. I moaned as the head of his cock began to make way into me. He licked his lips and his grip tensed at my sides. The deeper his cock went the tighter he squeezed. I bared down on his shoulders, wiggling and grinding until he was fully inside me. Then, we both ground into each other. I sat fully upright, rolling my hips down onto his as he raised and lowered his hip into me. We both of wanted to be as deep as possible.
    We bounced and rocked and moaned. I rode him, then he took me from behind and felt even larger and deeper. When I worked my way down to lay in the pillows he didn’t stop. He put a hand under my abdomen to keep me close and eased down with me. I arched my butt back to him like a cat and ground against him even more. He kept one hand at my hip, keeping me close, and the other gripped my breasts, playing with the nipples. I braced against the bed to press my body back against his.
    I couldn’t even try to say where things finally came to an end that night.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
                  The next morning I quietly gathered my things and loaded them on the bus, then returned to the hotel for breakfast. I had left a note on my pillow for David.
                  The tour left Louisiana for a day’s drive to Mobile, Alabama. The next stop had us playing the civic center and staying at a hotel that was formerly a train station. Out tour dates didn’t line up with Mardi Gras or Bay Fest, but there was still going to be a variety of good local music venues we could visit.
                  Once we all settled in our rooms we were given a free night, with early rehearsals scheduled for the following day. I made plans with some of the crew, and after a brief rest I got dressed and ready to go out. Once I made it to the lobby, the only person waiting for me was David.
                  “Well, this is a surprise,” I said.
                  “I’ll bet. I got the impression from your note that you didn’t expect to see me again,” he said.
                  “I didn’t,” I replied.
                  “Did you want to?” he asked.
                  His face looked hopeful but uncertain. In truth I did want to see him again, but parts of me felt like I shouldn’t.
                  “I hadn’t decided,” I replied looking around the lobby for the people I was meeting.
                  “Are you looking for the stage hands who went out with us last night?” he asked.
                  I nodded and kept looking.
                  “They said to tell you that you were free to enjoy the night with me. I think they figured out I was surprising you and were giving us alone time. Now we can go on a proper date,” he said smiling.
                  “Date? No, I don’t think so,” I said.
                  If I got a taxi quickly I could be just a few minutes behind the others.
                  “What’s wrong? Last night was fun, right?” David asked.
                  “Yes, but one night of fun was enough,” I said.
                  He looked confused.
                  “Everything was great, but this really was supposed to just be a one-time thing,” I said. “I mean, not to paint myself as a one-night-stand girl, but this is a tour, you were there, and overall I don’t think we would work.”
                  “Well, we can’t work if you don’t want to try, and it’s not like I’m proposing. I just want to go on a date,” he said, stepping closer.
                  He was smiling and he smelled really good once he was right in front of me, but I had already given this thought before I left this morning. I didn’t like to date when I didn’t think there was a future in it. After