Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance - Page 21

Lateisha stopped, sagging against the wall. Bryce approached her from the front door slowly and the look in his eye almost made Lateisha bolt again. He was looking at her like she was his last meal. How he could go from being the domineering businessman to the lust filled lover was an anomaly to Lateisha; especially since he acted like being with her was the worst thing in the world.

“What more do you want from me, Bryce.” Lateisha’s voice came out just above a whisper.

Bryce didn’t answer, but stalked towards her instead. Lateisha’s heart rate picked up, slamming into her chest so loud that Bryce could likely hear it across the room. When he reached where she stood, Bryce didn’t speak; he leaned down and captured her mouth with his. In that moment Lateisha knew, running from him was no longer an option.

Chapter 7

Lateisha gasped on contact, the sound lost between their kisses. He always caught her by surprise even though she was expecting it. The kiss became deeper as Bryce delved his tongue into her mouth. Lateisha reciprocated, sucking on his tongue. Bryce moaned, nipping her lip. Without warning or breaking contact, Bryce wrapped his arms around Lateisha and scooped her up. He headed the opposite direction down the hall, towards what Lateisha could only assume was the master bedroom. Gently depositing her on the bed, Bryce resumed the frantic kisses, all the while trying to shrug off his suit jacket. Lateisha grabbed it and pulled it down, the sound of ripping filling the room.

“Not again,” Bryce breathed a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

The thought was soon forgotten as Bryce’s mouth crashed back into hers, taking her breath away. They made quick work of removing the rest of their clothing, where it ended up, Lateisha didn’t care. Once undressed, Bryce settled back over top of Lateisha, his mouth finding hers again. This time the kisses were softer and lingering, as if Bryce didn’t want to forget how she tasted. Lateisha’s hands roamed over his body. The feel of his lean muscles against her hands made her shiver and the heat between her legs build. Being with him was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and Lateisha didn’t want to waste a moment regretting it.

Bryce pulled back from her a bit, lowering his hand between them. His fingers found her clit and slid through her moist folds. Lateisha moaned, her back bowing off of the bed as Bryce slipped a finger inside of her. He slipped a second finger in, stretching her from the inside, and began moving his fingers in and out slowly. It was torture but the best kind of torture. Lateisha could feel herself becoming wetter and her orgasm build. Bryce slipped his fingers out and circled her clit. He repeated the process until Lateisha was writhing all over the bed with the need to come.

“Please,” she begged, bucking her hips against his hand.

“Not until you tell me what you want,” Bryce whispered in her ear.

Lateisha shivered with pleasure. “I want you to make me come.”

Bryce sped up his pace, impaling her with his fingers and rubbing her clit until she was screaming out and riding the waves of her orgasm that kept rolling over her. She relaxed back against the mattress and Bryce rose over her, positioning himself between her legs.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said with a smirk, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Lateisha’s arousal began to build again at his words. She hoped he wasn’t done yet.

*****

Bryce pressed his hard and throbbing cock at the seam of Lateisha’s pussy, trying to maintain what little control he had left. She looked exquisite laid out before him on the bed and it took all of his power not to ram deep inside of her. He had the baby to think about as well as Lateisha. She grabbed a hold of his ass, pulling him to her and Bryce snapped. The hell with control when all he wanted was to be inside of her. He surged forward, his cock sliding deep into her tight wetness. It felt so good that he growled deep in his chest. He could still feel the spasms of her orgasm as she tightened around him. Leaning forward on his hands he pumped into her gritting his teeth to keep an even pace. Lateisha grabbed his ass again and he almost lost it.

“Turn around,” he said through gritted teeth.

Lateisha flipped quickly onto her stomach and Bryce pushed forward into her slick channel, going deeper this time. Lateisha cried out, begging him for more and Bryce began to move faster. He could feel Lateisha begin to tighten around him and the sensation made him move faster. The sound of their love making turned Bryce on even more and he gripped Lateisha’s hips and sunk into her deeper. She reached around and grabbed his ass, her long nails digging into the flesh. The feeling was pushing Bryce to the brink and he slowed until he could get more control.

“Faster, baby,” Lateisha moaned, pushing her ass back to take more of him.

Moments later she screamed his name, and he felt her orgasm squeeze his dick. The tightness pushed his pleasure higher and before long he found his release. Bryce collapsed on top of Lateisha, being careful not to crush her. He pressed kisses to the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. She turned and smiled up at him. That was when Bryce knew he couldn’t let her walk away from him ever again. Not today and not in seven months.

*****

Lateisha watched Bryce sleep, confusion on her face. Afterwards he had hugged her from behind, spoon style, and wouldn’t let her up. The change in his attitude was unnerving and Lateisha wasn’t sure what to make of it. After he fell asleep, she gently rolled from under his arm and stood. That’s where she found herself, standing next to him and staring. Maybe he was emotional towards her because he knew she was having his baby? It wasn’t that he wanted her, but he associated her with his baby. Relieved to have an answer, Lateisha turned and tip toed from the ro

om. She stopped at the kitchen on her way by and grabbed some water and a scoop of peanut butter, hoping some food would calm the nausea she felt. Once in her room, Lateisha reclined on her bed, unsure of what would happen next.

*****

Bryce sat up on his bed and looked around. Was it a dream? No, Lateisha’s uniform was still in a pile on the floor. The room was dark and a tiny sliver of moonlight shone between the curtains and into the room, illuminating the strewn clothing as if mocking him. Bryce stood, aware that he was still naked, and headed to his bathroom. When had Lateisha gone from the room? With a furrow of perplexity marring his brow, Bryce turned on the shower and stepped under the scolding spray. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well? Bryce wasn’t sure what it was that made her leave but he wanted to find out. What they shared last night was amazing and Bryce wanted to make sure she knew that. Something changed in Bryce last night about his feelings for her. He knew it would change everything but he also knew he didn’t care.

Toweling off, Bryce stepped from the shower, walking into his large walk-in and pulling on a t-shirt and sweatpants. It was almost four am but Bryce wasn’t tired anymore. Gathering the pile of clothes to put in the laundry room for his house keeper to take care of, Bryce left the room, the urge to see Lateisha strong. He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and headed down the hallway opposite the hallway of the master. His intention was to talk to Lateisha whether she wanted to or not.

*****

Lateisha stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, willing the sun to come up so that she could start her day and not think about Bryce. Sighing she thought about what happened between them only a few hours ago. Remembering only made her want him again so she shut that down quickly.

Why wasn’t it a good idea to want him? She thought, turning to her side.

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