Page 72 of The Billionaire's Baby
"Your play, sugar."
I stare at the board, the letters that fade in and out in front of my eyes.
Then place the letters on the table.
C M
H A
I R
F O O L R
D I R T Y
M
E
The muscles of his thighs go rock hard, as he tilts his hips forward and breaches me. My body jolts and the table shudders. The letters, though, stay where they are.
"What’s that?" he growls. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…" I shudder as he pulls out of me, and stays poised at my entrance again, "let’s do it for re—"
He plunges inside me with enough force that his balls slap against the backs of my thighs.
"—al," I scream.
The letters move on the board, displaced, disoriented, words blown to their components, like I’ve been, since I met him.
I groan as he bottoms out inside me. "Arpad," I gasp, "please…please…don’t stop."
He presses his palm into the small of my back and applies just enough pressure. I lower my cheek down to the board, grip the edge of the table with my fingers.
"Fucking gorgeous."
He grabs my hips and begins to fuck me in earnest. In and out, with long, smooth strokes that have his length embedded in me, hitting that spot deep inside that he always seems to find with unerring precision.
I’ve got to say, getting pregnant this way beats the cold sterile procedure I had planned. I mean, this is, by far, the best sex I’ve had in my life… I’m not going to get this from anyone else… Not the expert way he maneuvers my body to just the right angle so he can, once more, sink inside of me, fill me, stretch me, cram me with his length that is so delicious, so beautiful, a work of art…
And I am, clearly, having an out-of-body experience. I’ve never had such an inherently spiritual episode before, not even with all of the yoga I’ve practiced. Hell, I’d happily hold any position he places me in… Just as long as he continues to fuck me, shag me, wring that next orgasm from me, which is approaching with the kind of rush that resembles when I do a headstand and the blood flows to my head…
"Ah!" He slams into me once more and my climax sweeps over me. It explodes behind my eyes, and I shudder, grip the table so tightly that my fingers hurt, my thighs tremble, my toes curl, every muscle in my body tenses… Then the orgasm ebbs away and I collapse.
Above me, he continues to pound into me again and again. Then finally, he growls out, his body tenses, and with a jerk of his cock, he comes inside me. He stays that way, entrenched in me. Aftershocks grip me, my pussy clenches around his dick, which I swear is still semi-erect. How the hell is that possible? He lowers his head and I feel the whisper of something against the top of my head.
He presses little kisses down my eyebrow, my cheek, the edge of my lips. I shiver. This… This habit of his, this half-kiss, is surely my undoing?
He licks my lips, then whispers, "Yes."
I peer up at him, "What…? What do you mean?"
"Yes," his lips curve up, "yes, I’ll marry you, for real."
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