“Is this what you want?” I asked Peter breathlessly while submitting my enrollment form. He shakes his head.
“What you want is what I want,” the billionaire growls, devouring me alive with those blue eyes. “I want you to be happy, Gemma, and if that means taking classes on underwater basketweaving, then so be it.”
“I’m not!” I blush. “I’m taking classes in calculus and U.S. History.”
“Good,” he says with a wink. “Because I know both those subjects inside out.”
And it’s true. Mr. Carmichael is amazingly well-read, and although it sounds unbelievable, he’s able to help me with my homework on a nightly basis. Often, he gets home, we eat dinner together in his suite, and then study for a while before the bedroom antics begin. Of course, once those start, it’s all over for any other activity.
But tonight is a special night. We decided to come to the bar at the Billionaires Club, and reenact the first night that we met. Thus, the stripper heels and tiny skirt. I’ve got no panties, and per Club rules, my breasts are bare and luscious as they swing gracefully below my torso.
“Yes,” I moan again as Mr. Carmichael delicately licks up the left side of my cunt. “Just like that.”
He groans into my sensitive flesh and I shiver, my nectar running hot and fast into his waiting mouth. But Mr. Carmichael doesn’t want to finish like this.
“Will the baby mind if I push deep into you?” he grunts, already standing up behind me and gripping my hips with two massive hands. I giggle a bit, breathless and aroused. I’m not showing, and only told him today that I’m pregnant. The billionaire was elated, and kissed me all over, vowing that if it was a little girl, he’d be the best dad ever.
“The baby’s just a tiny thing in me right now,” I laugh again, shooting him a saucy look over my shoulder. “So do your thing, Mr. Carmichael. I want it.”
With that, he eases that big dick into my pussy and my eyes flutter shut as a moan escapes my lips. Oh god! The thickness drives me insane and I buck a little bit at his size. My pussy feels so stretched, but also so utterly satisfied.
“Yes,” I breathe again. “Oh yes.”
He pulls out, and then pushes in again.
“You promise we’re not hurting the baby?”
“I promise!” is my desperate squeal. “Now make me yours, Mr. Carmichael!”
The pounding begins in earnest then. His huge size pushes me forwards and almost lifts me off my feet. I squeal again, standing on my tiptoes as my pussy is fucked thoroughly.
“Use my body,” I moan. “Use my holes.”
“I will, sweetheart,” he rasps behind me, reaching one hand around to caress my throbbing clit. “You can bet on it.”
And with that, we both rocket over the edge and into a galaxy of spinning stars. Pleasure cascades over my frame as my pussy squeezes his fuckrod tight, milking it completely dry. Peter shudders and moans behind me, dropping a huge load that would definitely get me pregnant if I weren’t pregnant already.
When we come to, we’re plastered together as music thrums around us. My vision slowly clears and I blink, startled, because Mr. Carmichael is still embedded in my pussy, but he’s reached around and is offering me something.
“Is that …?” I gasp, hardly able to believe my eyes.
“It is,” he confirms. “Will you marry me, Gemma? I love you more than anything, and I know we don’t have it all figured out yet. But we’ve made good progress, right? You’re taking classes, we’re closing on that house in the good school district, and you’re pregnant with my baby. It feels right, doesn’t it? Will you sweetheart? Because I don’t think I could survive if you say no.”
I giggle a bit and squeeze my pussy muscles, eliciting another groan from the billionaire, as well as a last jet of semen. But then I hold up my finger and nod, turning my head to give him a kiss. He slides the dazzling diamond on my finger, and our kiss blends the best of all words: deep and meaningful, as well as sensual and sexy.
“Yes, Mr. Carmichael,” I say sweetly. “I’ll be yours. I’d love to be your wife.”
And with that, he pulls out of me and sweeps me into his arms. It doesn’t matter that there are people around us. The powerful alpha male strides from the bar at the Billionaires Club and I know where he’s taking me … straight to the chapel, where our hearts will meld forever in a ceremony of love.
THE END