The White Billionaire's Baby (BWWM Interracial Romance) (7 page)

I got on all fours and crawled over to him and laid across his lap as he requested. My cheek pressed against the sheets, and his hand slowly ran over my panty clad bottom and down my legs. I didn’t realize how on edge I was until his hand slowly explored my body and brought attention to all of the areas that I was tight in.

“
As much as I love these skimpy lace panties, I’m going to have to take them off,” he said. He tugged at the edges, and I lifted to make it easier for him to slide them off of my hips and down my legs.

He slowly rubbed my ass in a circular motion. His huge hand started at the top and worked it’s way around both cheeks, “We’re going to start off with some light slaps, and they’re going to slowly get more intense. I want you to tell me if something is too soft or too hard. Focus on your breathing and I want you to be here in the moment with me.”

“Yes sir,” I said instinctively, I bit my lip to suppress a moan. He wasn’t trying to ignite a desire within me, but it was hard not to get turned on. It all felt pretty erotic even though that wasn’t it’s purpose. It was going to be difficult not to try to arouse him while I was laid across his lap. I figured that we could forgo the spanking and get straight to the good stuff. We both knew that it was inevitable anyway. But he seemed set on spanking me, and I was now mildly curious about it.

“
Very good girl,” he said and it touched me to my core. He had the ability to turn me into a warm puddle even when I didn’t want to. I wanted to be way too liberated to beam at those words, but I reveled in them. I needed to hear them and in that moment I was okay with being dependent on him for support. I needed him, and I wanted whatever he had to give.

He placed a firm smack to my backside that sounded worse than it felt, “Harder,” I said.

He did as I asked and landed another one to the fleshy portion of my behind, and it still wasn’t hard enough. I could handle a lot more than what he was giving me, and I wiggled in frustration. It just seemed like a tease. He’d slapped my ass way harder, and that was when we were fucking. I knew that he had more in him, and I didn’t need him to treat me like a porcelain doll. I didn’t break easily, and he knew that.

“
Okay, I see that it’s still too light for you,” he laughed lightly and then smacked my ass with enough force to make me yelp.

“
Shit!” I exclaimed loudly.

“
Too hard?” He asked quickly.

I got quiet for a moment and really took the time to think about how I felt in that moment. My ass stung but oddly enough I felt good, and I wanted more. I definitely didn’t want to get hit that hard again, at least not so soon.

“Do it a little bit lighter and then maybe we can work our way up to that?” I said.

“
That sounds good,” he said.

For the next 15 minutes he delivered slap after slap to my ass. He would soothe me with rubs and then get started again. I saw the merit in his method. I was forced to be present and in the moment. The tension in my body released and my ass felt like it could glow in the dark. I absolutely loved it, and I was hard pressed to think of a time that felt more intimate than that moment. His erection pressed against my lower belly, but he didn’t make mention of it until I had enough.

“We have to do this again at some point,” I said as I rested my head against the bed, and he rubbed the back of my legs. I wanted to fall asleep, but I knew that his hard on was going to require some attention.

“
You just say the word, and I’ll happily smack your ass anytime,” he said. He bent over and placed a big kiss to my left cheek and then the right.

“
Keep doing that, and you’re going to get a lot more than you bargained for,” I teased.

“
I’m more than ready to receive whatever you have. Give me what you’ve got Mrs. Kane.”

“
I’m not Mrs, Kane yet,” I said as I got up and rested on my knees on the bed.

“
We’re going to do it as soon as we can. We’re going to get through this and then I’m dragging you down the aisle.”

I smiled at the thought of that because we both knew that he wouldn’t have to drag me anywhere. I would willingly follow him anywhere, and I wouldn’t need any coaxing or convincing. He would be lucky if I wasn’t at the front of the church waiting on him to walk to me. I couldn’t wait to become his wife because I wanted him in every way possible. It was time for us to take the plunge, but he was right about waiting. I couldn’t help him run the business, plan the wedding, and prep for the trial at the same time. I could have gotten a planner to handle every single detail, but I liked being more hands on and I couldn’t just let someone do all of it for me. That was never my dream as I was growing up. I always saw myself taking care of a lot of the details myself.

“Tonight I want to go for a ride,” I flirted.

It didn’t take him any time to rise from his seated position and rid himself of this clothing, “What do ya know? I think I have a ride that’s just your size.”

“Your ride is bigger than what I require but I’m sure that I can make some adjustments. I’m pretty flexible.

He laid on his back and placed his hands behind his head. He was clearly ready for me to take over. The sooner I got us both off the quicker I could get to bed. I know that makes me sound a little evil but hey, if I could have gone to sleep and skipped the sex I would have. I love my fiancé, but it had been a long ass day.  That being said, men have their needs, and it wouldn’t hurt me to give 10 minutes of my time.

I climbed on top of him and placed myself above his massive erection. My body hadn’t gotten the memo that I was tired because it was buzzing with anticipation. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted to see the look on his face as I rode him. He made the best faces. I think I liked them because they were ugly faces. I always knew that he was enjoying himself when his attractive features contorted into ones that resembled a beast. I always had a few more notches added to my self-esteem. I took pride in knowing that I was tight and wet down there. I randomly did kegals throughout the day out of habit. It was probably due to my irrational fear of being stretched out.

That was always a hot topic of discussion as I was growing up. It was a way for men to reverse the shame of their small dick. If a girl complained about a boy’s dick being too small, he would counter with saying that she was stretched out, and then she would be labeled a hoe. Both of these situations are pretty fucked up. It’s not like the man picked out his dick, he was born that way. Also, I doubted if a 17 year old girl had seen more action than a Madison and Cicero prostitute.

His hands moved to my hips and pulled me down on top of him. His engorged cock head parted my lips and pushed inside of my tight cavern. I wasn’t sure if my pussy would ever get over the shock that he sent to my senses when he entered me. He always felt so big inside of me, and I have to try to completely relax so that it won’t hurt.

“
You okay?” He asked.

“
Yes, I’m alright. I just need a minute,” I laughed lightly.

I looked into his eyes as I rocked back and forth gently on his erection. The juices from my arousal created a delicious friction within me, and my implosion wasn’t going to take long. I lifted and placed my feet flat onto bed, leaning back and using my hands for support. My legs were spread open, and he took full advantage of the view. One of his hands stayed on my hip, and he gripped it for dear life. He licked his thumb and rubbed my clit as I created a steady rhythm of taking him in and out of me.

“Fucccck baby, that feels so good,” he groaned through his clenched teeth. His face was beginning to contort into the look that I loved and knew so well.

I slowly teased him by rotating my hips in circular motions; his steel rod wrapped in velvet filled me to the brim. His cock head pressed against my g spot and then at the top of my womb. His thumb increased in pressure, and I came immediately. My body shook and trembled as my muscles contracted around him. He grabbed my hip with his other hand and fucked me with piston like force. His hips lifted from the bed, and he delivered thrust after thrust. He pushed against my resistance and created space where there wasn’t any originally. His erratic breathing matched my own and with one last thrust he unloaded his seed.

In that moment my brain stopped functioning. He saved me from my thoughts and feelings, and I was grateful to him for that. I knew that they would come rushing back in the morning, but I was determined to enjoy the temporary reprieve and bask in the bliss that he provided.

#Chapter7

“That’s my girl,”

Kyle

I had the feeling of walking the plank when I walked into the courtroom with Kyle at my side.

I looked like perfection on the outside, but I felt like I was going to experience a nuclear meltdown. The reporters stormed us as soon as we stepped out of the limo and I didn’t see why what we were doing was that big of a deal. People were currently on trial for murder, and yet they were all in my damned face. I absolutely hated it because it freaked me out. They were all asking me questions and some of them were extremely loud and rude. The rage that flowed through my veins was palpable in that moment, and I probably would have been arrested for assault if the guards and Kyle weren’t with me.

I second guessed my decision to wear heels because my equilibrium felt off. I made a mental note to never wear 5 inch heels when I feel like my world is about to tilt off if it’s axis again. I was worried that there wouldn’t be enough evidence to convict Marcus and that he would get off. My life would probably be absolute hell if he went free because his thirst for revenge is unparalleled by most of the people that I know. After he’s decided that you’ve crossed him, there aren’t any lengths that he won’t go through to get back at you. He can be a very irrational person, and now all of that anger was directed towards me. I had to be living in an alternate universe because I never saw that coming to me in a million years.

“
Are you okay?” Kyle asked with concern after we took our seats.

I gave a slight nod of my head and then my mouth began to water. A wave of heat washed over my body, I felt faint,  and I had the sudden urge to release the content of my breakfast all over the floor. I quickly stood to my feet and rushed out of the courtroom without warning. Everyone looked at me, and my security was on my heels. I frantically searched for the bathroom and found it just in time. I pushed the door open and ran to the nearest stall. My omelet and orange juice made its way into the porcelain bowl. The thought of having to regurgitate into a public toilet made me heave all over again. I was sick and disgusted at the same time. I just wanted to go home, but I couldn’t be afforded that luxury in that moment and it sucked.

I wanted to cry, but my makeup already needed to be touched up, and I had to focus on getting it together so that I wouldn’t look a hot ass mess on the stand.

“Camille?” Kyle said hesitantly through the cracked door.

“
I’m okay, I just felt a little sick. I’m better now, just give me a few moments to freshen up.” I said.

“
I’ve brought your purse,” he said as he poked his arm through the opening.

I walked over and grabbed it, “Thanks so much.”

“This is going to be over soon,” he said in an effort to ease my stress.

“
That’s what I keep telling myself,” I said with a weak smile as I walked over to the mirror.

“
We’re going to be out here waiting,” he said.

“
Okay.”

I took about 5 minutes to freshen up my make-up and pop some breath mints. I still felt queasy, but I was determined to ignore the feeling. When we returned to the courtroom, Marcus was in his seat and wearing his beige uniform. He looked my way with a blank stare, and it was as if he was staring through me. I tried to maintain my composure and return his look, and I’m not sure if I succeeded.
  Shortly after the judge arrived, and court was in session. I didn’t look at anyone because I was surrounded by people that I knew. Sandy and Cynthia were in the back, and the rest were there to support Marcus. I could feel all of their eyes boring into me. They saw me as a traitor, and I couldn’t blame them, especially when they didn’t know the full story. But even if they did, they wouldn’t have cared because there is a strict “no snitching” policy in my community. Even if Marcus had tried to kill me it was still wrong to snitch according to them.

But nothing made me feel as bad as seeing Marcus’s mother looking at me. She looked like I betrayed her trust. I wanted to walk over and apologize to her. She didn’t deserve any of the grief that she was being put through. She loved her son very much, she hadn’t been the best mother, but she was way better than the one that I grew up with. She genuinely loved her son and all of this had to be ripping her apart. She probably hated me, and I couldn’t say that I blamed her. If I was here I would have hated me too.

To keep my mind off of the people that I was surrounded by, I paid close attention as the prosecutor and the defense made their opening arguments. I clenched Kyle’s hand each time my name was brought up, and I wanted to disappear. Witnesses began to hit the stand, and most of them seemed useless because they couldn’t provide any real information regarding the case. Eventually I was called, and I could hear my stomach gurgle. I stood to my feet and made my way to the hot seat. I focused on my breathing, put one foot in front of the other, and hoped like hell that I didn’t fall and embarrass myself in front of everyone.