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

and he holds me close as he pushes deeper into me.
    “Yes,” I cry out.
    Encouraged, he thrusts harder. Deeper. I’m amazed I can take this—amazed it feels so good. I look up at the ceiling. Mirrors above showcase his glorious backside. His tight ass pistoning as he thrusts powerfully into me. I dig my fingernails into his back, admiring the contrast of his white skin beneath my own. I pull my legs back together and he moves, harder, faster, his grip on me tightening, his neck straining.
    His thumb pushes into my parted lips and I suck on it, bite it softly, as he pushes me to the edge of pleasure. “Cum for me, Tachell,” he whispers.
    And I do.
    I can’t deny this man anything.
    He cums, too. His cock hitting the back of me, shooting his seed into me with such might that it prolongs my orgasm. deep inside me. His seed spilling into me. His hard, long cock touching the back of me.
    Slowly, he slides off of me, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he brings me to his chest. I rest the side of my cheek on his pounding heart as we both catch our breath.
    I pull back so I can look at him once again. He brings his hand to my poor, destroyed hair, gently cradling my head.
    I can’t speak. What I see in his eyes reflects the new, inexplicable feelings growing in my heart. We’re both falling deeper and deeper, and there is no turning back. I don’t think we’d turn back even if we wanted to, even if it meant our destruction. Because once you’ve found something like this you don’t let go to of it.
    No matter what.

Chapter 15
    I wake up in that huge bed to the smell of breakfast pancakes. I groan softly, wiping my eyes as I slide out of the impossibly soft white sheets.
    Did last night really happen?
    I moan a bit as I stand, delightfully sore in all the right places.
    I think it did.
    My heart skips a beat. So it wasn’t just a perfect dream.
    I open my eyes.
    Oh my God.
    I hadn’t really taken in my surroundings last night. I’d been too horny, and then I’d been too…I don’t even know. Preston and I had silently cherished each other with more kisses and deep, dark looks before he’d gotten hard again and coaxed me into another round.
    That might have happened more than once.
    In fact, it might have happened more than a few times.
    I don’t know how to feel about this. There was nothing as good as great sex. There was nothing better than great sex all night long. But, if we got married, could I survive a life together with him if it meant hot marathon sex every night? Hell, could I even survive the engagement? And just how many children were we gonna have!?!?
    I bite my lower lip. I’m getting ahead of myself again. Preston hasn’t said anything about marriage in a while. Maybe he just wants to screw.
    But then, I remember the way he held me in between each “session.” And I remember him kissing my forehead as I fell asleep. And I think, just before I drifted into sweet, sweet dreams, he whispered I love you.
    He might have just been talking about the sex. He dated a lot of models, right? I’m pretty sure they didn’t have the energy or strength to go at it like we did.
    Or maybe I’d just imagined it. I might have already been sleeping. I was going to have to watch myself, because I was starting to fall for this guy.
    Starting? My subconscious mocks me. You were ready to let him take you to heaven the second you saw him after waking up!
    I glance around for my clothes. It looks like my dress had been mauled by a bear. Yeah, not wearing that again. I go to Preston’s ornate wardrobe and pick out one of his cotton undershirts. Is it a little presumptuous to take a shirt of his? Maybe, but he owes me!
    As I’m over there, I notice a large painting on the wall. It’s of a little girl on a swing, surrounded by lavender. The swing is old and attached to a knotted, aged tree. The rope looks hard, and the seat of the is a slab of weathered. Her hair is going every which way all crazy, but the little