Submitting To The White Billionaire (BWWM Interracial Romance) (10 page)
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Authors: Lena Skye
“
You’re so intelligent and sexy,” Kyle said out of the blue.
I blushed, “Where did that come from?”
“It’s just something that I’ve been thinking for a while now. I always knew that you were a catch, but it was confirmed after I saw what you came from.”
“
Thank you,” I said.
“
I really mean it. I have a new level of respect for you. I just wish that you would have told me in the beginning.”
Before he could speak anymore I cut him off, “I know, and I’ve been meaning to apologize to you for that. I just didn’t know how to bring something like that up. I’ve never searched for handouts or sympathy about my past, and I also wasn’t sure if you would want to be with me.”
“Of course I would have still wanted to be with you. I actually feel closer to you now than I ever have. Things have been rough, but we’ve needed to battle and face these obstacles together.”
His words were a symphony to my senses, and a huge weight that I didn’t know I possessed was lifted off of my shoulders.
“You don’t know how great it feels to hear you say that,” I said.
“
Now that we’re finally over all of this bad news, I have something good to tell you.”
“
Well don’t make me wait,” I laughed.
“
I have set a date. We’re getting married on July 27
th
in Fiji.”
“
SHUT UP!” I shrieked loudly and quickly quieted down as people looked at us. That got a hearty laugh from him.
“
I think that you like the idea?”
“
That’s just unreal. That’s something that I never even imagined as a possibility. Hell I would have been happy with the Bahamas.”
“
We can still do it there,” he said.
“
Oh hell no, I want Fiji.”
For the rest of the night we laughed and talked with an ease that we hadn’t had in a long time. We’d gone from a clear hierarchy to becoming equals. My collar had been abandoned in the drawer, and neither one of us had mentioned it. I had now submitted to Kyle in more ways then one and he seemed like he was satisfied with my commitment to him. He wasn’t my Dom anymore, he was my fiancé, and soon he was going to be my husband. Everything was beginning to feel a lot more real.
We got back to the loft, and I went straight to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.
“
What do you think you’re doing?” Kyle said as he placed both hands on either side of me on the counter.
He rubbed against my ass and I put the bottle down, “I was going to open a bottle of wine.”
“There’s no need for that,” he said as he placed a kiss on the back of my neck.
A soft moan slipped from my lips as I pressed back against him. I began to slowly sway my hips against his center.
“Damn, I need to be inside of you right now,” he groaned.
I needed for him to be inside of me too. I wanted to feel him pushing into my body, claiming it as his own. He didn’t have to make me wear a collar because he owned my heart, and that was more valuable than anything.
“What are you waiting for?” I challenged.
He responded to my goading by roughly pushing my skirt up around my waist and placing a firm smack on my ass. It stung like hell, and it sent pleasure straight to my center.
“Mmm I know you liked that,” he whispered against my ear as his hand rubbed my sensitive flesh through my panties. “Show me how much you want it.”
I bit my lip and pressed back and forth against his hand. My underwear was becoming wet with my juices, and he lightly tapped against my clit.
“
Please,” I begged as I bent over completely and pressed my face against the cool marble of the counter.
He gave a triumphant laugh, and I knew that I wasn’t going to make it so easy for him next time. I’d come to the point where I was unashamed to beg him for what I wanted sexually. I loved the cat and mouse game, and so he would have to do a little more work in order to get me to purr. But for now, I just wanted to be fucked.
I could hear him unzipping his pants and my pulse raced. I couldn’t wait for him to give me everything that he had. He pushed my panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock against my clit before he slowly pushed into me. I tried to squirm, but his fingers dug into my flesh and held me in place.
“
Don’t move, just take it,” he growled.
I was getting frustrated because I wanted him to fuck me hard, and he was moving at a snail’s pace. It was clear that he was enjoying himself. I slapped the marble hard, “Fuck Kyle!”
He pulled until only the head of his cock was inside of me and then he impaled me deep and hard. My pelvis hit the unforgiving slab painfully, but I didn’t care because he was inside of me to the hilt. I gasped as my orgasm waited to erupt, I was close already. He withdrew and slowly inched into me again. My body shook with need, and I whimpered. He took mercy on me and sped his pace up.
“
Fuck me back Camille,” he demanded.
I could have taken that opportunity to turn the tables, but I needed to cum. My body demanded its own release, and I pushed against him. His huge cock slammed into me over and again, and I imploded. My legs shook, but I continued to meet each of his pumps without stopping. I wanted him to feel just as great as I did. He pushed inside of me with the fury of the energizer bunny, and he coaxed another orgasm from my body before spilling his seed inside of me.
I smiled in contentment as I thought about what a great day it turned out to be. My life was finally falling into place.
Epilogue
I always loved watching Camille get dressed in the morning. Her clothing choices lately reminded me of a sexy pin-up girl. She looked classy and sexy as hell. Watching her pull her pencil skirts onto her thighs and ass got my dick hard. Her shapely legs were pronounced when she slid on her tall Mary Jane pumps.
“
Are you going to watch me or are you going to get dressed?” She asked as she stood there with her hands on her hips.
“
Watching you is much more interesting that getting dressed,” I said as I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt.
“
Well maybe I can help you with that,” she said coyly as she walked seductively over to me, kissed the side of my neck, before planting a kiss on my chest at the tip of my v-neck t shirt. I pulled her closer against me so that she could feel my arousal. If we kept going we were going to have to push our day back by a half hour.
My hand slid over her ass and squeezed as I captured her mouth and ravished her. I then heard the annoying buzz of my phone on the nightstand. Camille groaned against my lips as she went to grab my phone and bring it to me. I slapped her on the ass on her way to get it.
It was the security desk calling me.
“
Hello?”
“
Sir, I’m so sorry to bother you and I tried to call your home phone first.”
“
We cut the ringer off,” I said gruffly.
I didn’t want to give Sarah any attitude, but I was a little upset about being bothered.
“There is a woman down here that wants to speak with you. She asked to come upstairs, but I wouldn’t allow her up.”
“
Please send her away. I don’t take random meetings and certainly not with someone that shows up to my home. Give her the number to my assistant and have her call him,” I said in annoyance. I was willing to bet that it was a reporter. I didn’t take the invasion of my privacy very well.
“
Mr. Kane she says that her name is Jane Foster.”
My body went rigid as I heard the name. I had not heard from her in years. What could she possibly want?
“Is everything okay?” Camille asked.
I gave her a slight nod as I walked to my window.
“Ask her what her visit is regarding,” I said.
“
I did Sir, she says that she wants to talk to you about your son.”
“
Sorry, my son? I don't have a son.”
“
That is what I said but she is insisting. I think you had better come down as she is not going to leave...”
I sighed and gathered my thoughts as I began to make my way downstairs. Just when things are looking up, something else pops up to bite me in the ass....
The End For Now...
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