Baby Fever Bride: A Billionaire Romance Page 14

  I don't know anything else except how incredible he's making me feel each time his mouth sends raw pleasure ripping through my body. It swells to a crescendo, blurring my vision. All four limbs are shaking, holding on for dear life, trying to defy gravity.

  Ecstasy reaches up from his mouth and lays me low. It's a sweet release, yes, one I badly needed, but the hunger isn't fading when I can see and speak again after what seems like an eternity.

  “Hayden, I want you inside me. Now.”

  “You're kidding.” He stands, pulling me into his arms, folding my face against his chest while he sucks my juices from his fingers. “Love, I couldn't tell. You were enjoying my tongue so much, I thought I'd magically knock you up with just a few more licks.”

  I pull back, giving him an icy glare. He laughs in my face, laying his forehead on mine. Damn him, I give it up and smile just a few seconds later.

  “That's not how it works, and you know it.”

  “No. Technically, you're supposed to return the favor, but I don't have the patience to train your mouth on my cock just now. I need your cherry, babe. Need your little cunt fucking every inch of me. You'll come harder than you lost it on my mouth once I blow inside you. No going back now, Penny.”

  No, there isn't. Every nerve I can still feel through the delicious fog crackling through my body calls for him.

  I want to be laid down on the sultan's mattress in the middle of the room and loved like no tomorrow, a princess in the prince's castle. Or just tied to one of its thick pirate posts on each corner and fucked like a common whore.

  New heat rushes through my cheeks. Turning my head, I hide my face. I won't give him the satisfaction, knowing how badly I want to be dirty, just for this billionaire freak I've decided to make my baby daddy.

  He takes me in his arms, one hand on my back as he ushers me to the bed. We hit the covers in a tangle of kisses, gropes, and desire. He reaches behind me, popping my bra, freeing my breasts which have been begging to be sucked.

  But before he does, I watch him unclasp his belt. He's taking his sweet time, teasing me with one more arrogant smirk, before he frees the fantastic bulge I've had pressed against me several times. I suck my bottom lip after he kicks off his trousers, his thumbs poised on both sides of his boxers. Slowly, painfully drawing them down, freeing the outline of his cock that's ready to spring out any second.

  Soon, he's naked. Gloriously bare, hard, and throbbing. When his fist goes around his cock, I realize just how huge he actually is.

  There's nothing average about this man, but I didn't know it would extend to biology. He gives his cock another stroke, laying it against my bare pussy when he moves closer between my legs. My fists reach for the sheets, clench them tight, and pull. My only hope, relieving this tension, until he's through toying with me.

  “Look, Penny. Open your eyes and look at me, love.” He has to remind me. I obey, lifting my eyelids when his hand cups my cheek, gently raising me to his lips. But before he moves in for the kiss, I have an amazing view in the mirror overhead.

  He's about to take me over. My face looks so small in his hand, my body covered in his, legs coiling around him without knowing it until I see the reflection.

  “Fuck, you want this, and so do I,” he growls. “I've wanted to rock these curves since the day we first met. Wanted you in my bed since I scared off that mafia asshole, since we made our deal, since you forced me to think about filling you up the night we locked lips for the cameras.”

  “Hayden...” I gasp as his cock brushes me. He doesn't let me say another word, crushing my lips under his, holding his length just out of reach while my hips squirm beneath him.

  I'm fighting to pull myself closer. Anything to be one, to thaw my virginity for good, to make this baby I'm craving at such a base, fierce level I start shaking when I think about it.

  He's going to feel incredible inside me. I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

  His tongue owns mine, rubbing my tip with his, the same electric strokes he used on my clit. I'm moaning when he pulls away, kisses down my neck, and goes down my cleavage. He palms one breast, tightening his fingers perfectly while my other nipple disappears in his mouth.

  He sucks. He licks. He bites. He takes one more piece of me with every steaming second, and I know it's never coming back without being forever branded by his mark.

  “Please, Hayden. Please.”

  Desperation seeps through me. I'm rolling my hips against his cock, tormenting him with the wet, begging lips between my thighs. Of course, I'm the one suffering the ultimate torture, denial I didn't know was possible until I went through these sultry minutes without him.

  Just when I think I'm about to break from denial, he raises himself up, grabs my wrists, and pins them above my head. I see myself in the ceiling mirror, scared and panting.

  So fucking ready.

  “I think you're ready to be fucked,” he whispers, lowering his forehead to mine. Even the heat of his innocent skin stokes my inferno. If my blood gets any hotter, there's going to be a fire in this bed.

  I don't say anything. We lock eyes, and mine narrow, letting him know in no uncertain terms that, yes, I need to be pounded.

  He straightens, edging the head of his cock against my opening, careful to brush my clit as he does. New warmth lashes my cheeks, resonating lower, lower, down to the place where he's about to claim me from the inside out.

  “You're so pretty when you're desperate, Penny,” he says. “Never thought there was anything more beautiful than the sight of a woman who's begging for every inch of me.”

  “Never? Why? What's prettier?” If he's trying to confuse me, he's succeeded.

  “You, love. Penny Shaw, my virgin wife, pretending to be madly in love with me because she wants a very real baby.” His voice drops an octave, oozing extra sex. I bite my lip when his cock comes closer, just the tip entering me, one thrust away from nirvana. “One thing's for sure – I'm going to leave you leaking for the next day. There's nothing pretend about how your muscles are going to ache when they remember how we fucked tomorrow, beautiful.”

  God, no. There's nothing remotely fake about this when his hips roll forward a second later.

  He's in me.

  Hayden stretches me open, anchors deep, and makes my pussy fit him like a glove. There's a flash of discomfort, a subtle tearing, but I'm not whimpering in pain. It's pleasure, the greater shadow behind it, dense and dark and promising.

  “Fuck me sideways,” he whispers, unmoving, anchoring himself deep inside me. “You're tight, love. Forgot how much work it is, breaking in a virgin – only the best kind of labor.”

  I'm smiling. It's a filthy stamp of approval. I delight in it, ready to pull my share of the duties, too.

  I start moving to meet his thrusts when he pulls back, and then slides into me again. He takes my next moan in his mouth, growling his pleasure into me, fucking my tongue while his cock strokes my cunt all over again.

  My fingers curl, wrists pressed into the mattress by his hands. My legs wrap fully around him, pulling him deeper, perfectly timed as his thrusts come harder, faster.

  We're only a couple minutes in, and whatever pain I had at the beginning is a distant memory. He's fucking me straight through it, building the sweet, sweet ecstasy swelling inside me, feeding a new fireball in my core.

  It's hot, bright, and full of promise. My lips form an O, and I'm staring up at the ceiling again, watching his powerful body root into mine each time he sweeps low, goes deep, and brings me just a little closer to the edge.

  Whenever I look back, I'm struck by masculine lightning. First by his ocean blue eyes, and then by the lion on his chest, lunging each time he thrusts deep, rocking my bones. It's hunger, sex, and alpha male vows personified, a symbol of just how hard he's going to fuck me until I'm swelling with his child.

  Something primal and mysterious has taken over. When I see the lust raging in his eyes, I think he wants it as bad as I do. It's more tha
n just fulfilling his end of the deal now.

  My legs clench around him, tighter and tighter. We're fucking so fast and hard the bed quakes. We're panting, his big chest rising and falling like the day I walked in on his workout, sweat beading on his brow.

  His cock moves inside me like a piston. The swollen tip reaches up, hits a spot I've only read about, and sends me over the event horizon, clenching him for dear life.

  “Yes, you fucking come for me, love. Come as bad as you want me to.”

  He doesn't have to order me around anymore. My body betrays me, coils around him, fusing to his cock. For the next few blinding minutes, pleasure rips through me. My pussy clenches like mad, but he still keeps fucking, making his strokes shallower so his short crop of hair grinds my clit.

  I'm coming!

  When the release lets up just enough for me to draw new breath, he pulls out, gently flipping me. My legs twitch in his hands, shaking from the last climax, eager for the next.

  “On your knees, babe. I want to watch those hips do what they were meant to when I decide to give it up.”

  When you decide? I'm fuming a little inside. He's still in control, after all this, and I'd like nothing better than to make him explode, pour himself into me because he can't hold back a second longer.

  When he slides into me, mounting me from behind, I let him think he's setting the pace. Then, as soon as my pussy starts settling into the delicious burn, I throw myself into it.

  I give it my all. My hips crash back against his, so hard I hear the slap of our skin.

  He slows his strokes, surprised by my vigor. “What's this, baby girl? Did I just fuck the same person?” He leans in, fisting my messy red hair.

  “You're fucking the only woman who's ever wanted you to knock her up.”

  I don't know if that's true. Any woman, deep down, has probably worked themselves raw for his seed, knowing on some unspeakable level they're having one of the biggest, strongest, hottest men in the entire city. They're having a man who checks every box for baby making material.

  Good thing the truth doesn't matter. My words touch a nerve. He proves it a second later, recovering from the shock by slamming into me harder, grabbing my hips with both hands.

  We're locked in the rough, sheet clenching, animal fuck I've always wanted. He shakes every bone in my body each time he plows into me, growling louder, snarling his pleasure. Every one of my curves ripples with each impact, a new delight I decide I'm in love with.

  He isn't playing anymore. He fucks me like a man, crazed and single-minded, his thick cock hellbent on breaking me when it spills its essence, just as soon as I give up another O.

  It doesn't take long. The low scream boiling in my throat cracks about the same time my legs start trembling, wilder than before.

  “Come the fuck with me, mama. Come on every goddamned inch if you want it.”

  Mama – yes!

  I do.

  As if I needed any more encouragement. His hot, angry hand cracks across my left ass cheek a second later. My pussy tightens, constricting on his cock, just in time to meet the swelling length inside me.

  Hayden's low growl becomes a roar, drowning out my cries. Our pleasure collides, one thunderhead from two seething fronts, exploding in our own private universe of scalding hot fuckery.

  “Love,” he rumbles, a split second before his cock starts spitting pure fire into me. “I'm coming.”

  Coming! Almost too weak a word for the pleasure splitting me in two. My pussy sucks, clenches, writhes against his cock as it plunges into me. Thick, fiery ropes arc deep, a deluge of seed.

  Burning, coating, filling, overflowing. He floods me and then some, his wet heat molding our release, scorching my senses down until there's nothing left except the fire, the release, and the satisfaction I thought would never come.

  This is full, orgasmic fury, unchained. One with a beginning and an end. His seed keeps coming. It seems like he's never running dry, throbbing again and again as I come my way through his mad injection.

  There are stars on the ceiling, rippling in the mirror, when I can finally see straight again. By the time he pulls out a minute later, panting, I realize it's just a hallucination. Burn marks left in my eyes by the lightning he's poured into me.

  The night wouldn't be complete without one more surprise, just when I thought it couldn't get more real. Hayden jerks me into his arms, folds them tight, and won't let me go.

  If he's trying to act like we're not pretending for one strange, beautiful night, he's succeeded. “What are you doing?” I ask, afraid to look him in the eyes until he turns my face with his hand.

  “Doing this the right way. We decided we're not doing this cold and clinical. If we're doing this all fun and natural, I'm not half-assing. We're feeling everything, mama.”

  Mama! I should be disgusted. But another part forces a dumb, crazy smile to my lips, the one that knows he's saying it because he wants me to remember that, yes, we're working on a baby.

  I don't tell him that, of course. His cock nudges my thigh, hard already, angling toward my pussy as he reaches between my legs and pulls them apart.

  The next week is a kinky, bed slapping blur. Hayden can't keep his hands off me. He's back at the condo mid-day, taking me out on the high balcony overlooking the city, where he throws up my skirt and pushes into me. I look down from the yawning heights while he puts my hands on the rails, bends me over, and fucks another orgasm into me.

  I've learned to scream when I go over the edge, feeling his heat inside me, the flood that's going to produce a positive result very soon.

  Each night, we crawl into bed after late dinners. He lays my hands on his shoulders and stares up at me, commanding me to straddle him with nothing but a word and another look from those deep blue eyes. His cock sinks into me, and he grabs my ass, moving my entire body up and down along his length like his personal toy.

  It's his turn to stare up into the mirror, where there's a dozen ways to see my curves rippling on impact. And every time after he sends me into another shuddering, lightning hot climax, after he's filled me with his fire, he takes my face in both hands, puts his head on mine, and then kisses me like I'm honestly his.

  It's frightening because I'm starting to believe it.

  Pretend wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be this skin-on-skin passion, his fist tangled in my cinnamon red hair, his eyes glowing like moons every time his palm strikes my ass. I wasn't supposed to become addicted to having him between my legs, or a slave to his next kiss, waiting anxiously for the best part of my day after sundown like a high school girl waiting for another text from her crush.

  It's disturbing how far I've fallen. Maybe pathetic. But it's definitely real, and that makes me think about the future when I'm alone with a dread I've never known.

  I'm sitting by the huge window overlooking downtown, playing with my ring, when he comes through the door. “Good news, love.”

  Standing to greet him, I rush over. The smile curling my lips hides the anguish running through my head just seconds ago, when I worried about losing all of this.

  “Heard from the legal team on my way home,” he says, taking me in his arms. “Kayla's people are telling her to drop the appeal. She's backed into a corner on the trust, and they know it. They're telling the bitch to save her money, or else she's going to burn through everything, throwing rocks at a tank. The trust is too clear about what happens if I'm happily married, making an heir.”

  He smiles when he says the last part. I study his eyes before I tuck my face into his chest, worry creeping up my spine when he moves his hand around my back, brushing my lower stomach.

  “What's wrong?” he whispers a few seconds later, tilting my face to his.

  He read me well before, but since we started having sex...it's like I've got a psychic scanning my mind every time his hands are on me.

  “Nothing, Hayden. Just nervous for the test results next week. I'm not going to be disappointed either
way. There's plenty of time to make it happen, and it's only our first month.” I lie anyway. An awkward talk about emotions is the last thing I'm after when I've been alone all day, trapped in a future that doesn't exist.

  “Penny, no bullshit. That's not the truth, or not all of it. Let's sit down and talk.”

  Guilty. He takes my hands in his and leads me over to the black leather sofa. Murphy is curled up at the end, a grey cat loaf who loves his new surroundings.

  I'm jealous I can't just let my worries go and live in the moment like my furry boy. My brain can't get off concerns that were never part of our agreement.

  “Penny, what is it? I can practically see the elephant on your mind.”

  He squeezes my hand, forcing me to look into his stern blue eyes. They strip me bare, and I'm a fool to hide anything, even though bringing it out in the open risks upending everything.

  “It's us,” I say softly, looking away. “I'm happy for you because the Kayla news means it's working, just like we wanted. Hell, I'm ecstatic spending these nights with you, doing what we're doing to make sure I get my end of the deal.”

  I won't face him, but I know he's smiling. “Damned right, you are. Normally, this is about the time I'd be looking for an out because I've had my fun. That's how it's always been with my women before. Brie got a little further than most, but the real flame burned out fast after a few weeks. I gave it a chance because I wanted to know if I could do normal, do love, like everybody else.”

  Wonderful. Hearing that doesn't make the fear tainting my heart any lighter.

  “Consider yourself special, love,” he says, moving his hand to my cheek, turning my head to meet his burning gaze again. “Every time I'm in you, I want to go back when we're done. I want you naked in my sheets; morning, noon, and night. I want us to fuck the other ninety-nine thousand ways we haven't tried yet, and watch those curves add one more when you're having our kid. I don't know what the hell you've done to me, quite honestly, but fuck. I want more.”

  Nice save. I'm smiling, knowing I should feel a million times better, but he's still just talking about sex. What combination of words could I ever use to talk about something more with this lion wearing a human suit?