The Billionaire's Reluctant Pregnant Bride: A BWWM Romance by Imani King Page A

monster cock. I had that inside me? No wonder I got pregnant! I mean, I know that a man’s size has nothing to do with his…ahem…potency, but… Jesus Christ!
    “You still with me, Tachell?” he asks, breathless.
    Am I? “I don’t know.”
    “You want to wait, just say the word.”
    He’s ready. He’s more than ready. The head is even a bit more swollen than the base, which only happens when a guy is really turned on. No wonder I felt that under his pants! I’m surprised I didn’t feel it when I entered the room!
    “Seriously? You’d just pack up and leave?” I ask.
    He winces. “It wouldn’t be…ideal.”
    “Ideal? Hell, I’m worried about the logistics of it. Seriously, how do you keep that in your pants?”
    The massive cock twitches, as if answering for itself. Yes, his cock is so freaking huge it can answer things for itself! I’m suddenly wondering if that possessive growl I heard earlier when I asked Preston if his dick could speak was actually from his cock.
    “It only gets this hard when it thinks of you,” Preston says.
    I’m pretty sure that’s a line. And in the world of pick-up-lines, it’s kind of the best one ever and the worst one ever at the same time. I mean, it is a huge ego boost to think that I can illicit that kind of…gigantic response…in someone. On the other time, it’s scary. I mean, did I mention I’m a little afraid?
    “You can take it,” he whispers. “You’re a big girl, and you’re strong.”
    “I can? I am?”
    “Yeah. You ride this thing like it’s what you were born to do.”
    I swat his chest. “I think I was born to do more than please your dick.”
    “Oh, you most certainly were. But luckily, you’re a woman of many talents.”
    “I’m gonna get you ready first,” he whispers, pushing me down. His hand moves over my stomach, in between my breasts, pushing me onto my back. He picks me up and starts moving further up the gigantic bed. I wrap my legs around him, his cock literally hard and long enough that it’s above to hold up my ass. It’s like a freakin’ shelf!
    Oh my god. I’m about to fuck a shelf.
    I shouldn’t be this turned on, like every cell in my body has been shocked into life. I can feel my fingertips buzzing. My goes tingling.
    Suddenly, he places me down at the top of the bed amongst the softest pillows that have ever touched my skin. He looks down at me, eyes deep and blue and dark, like that part of the horizon just above the ocean that is untouched by stars.
    His hands move up my thighs, gathering me, pushing my legs back. It’s my turn to rip off his shirt, buttons spilling around us. His muscles angle into a perfect V on his hips. God, I know he said I was a work of art, but he’s fashioned by the gods. I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life. I bring my hands up his chest, and his muscles tense beneath my touch.
    His hands twist in my hair. For a second my heart aches for all the time I spent in the salon getting ready, but then again, this was the result I wanted.
    “Tachell?” he asks.
    Even now, when I’m literally aching and wiggling and moaning beneath him, he’s waiting for my permission.
    “Yes,” I tell him. “Now.”
    He takes hold of my hips and pushes into me, slowly. I’m ready and wet, but he’s so big and I’m not used to it. I don’t think I’ll ever be fully used to his length. It’s big enough to always keep me on edge—to always bring back those butterflies from the first time. He moves forward, his face pensive, full of lust and something softer, something that makes my stomach tighten and my heartbeat flutter.
    This is beyond desire. It’s something else. But I don’t yet know what it means. And then, I start feeling so much that I can’t even worry about it any longer. You can’t fake it. You can’t tame it. You can’t find it anywhere but in his arms and he can’t find it anywhere but in mine.
    His cock hits me in all the right places. I loop my ankles around his back