Filthy Rich: The Billionaire's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance) (7 page)

“Fuck me,” I said with a full voice.

Lowering my hips, my pussy swallowed the tip of his cock, and we gasped in unison. Louis thrust his hips slowly, pushing half an inch inside of me as the limousine came to a stop.

Gripping my hips, Louis lunged toward my neck and bit down hard as I continued to slide down on his twitching pole.

“Fuck me, Louis,” I thundered.

Dropping a hand, Louis unfastened his seatbelt. His catcher’s mitt-sized hand soon found its way back to my ass. He moaned and groaned as I slid up and down. 

“Fuck me, Louis Kingsley.”

My words were so loud that they drowned out the honking horns of New York traffic.

Gripping my hips tightly, Louis pulled my body down until I was full. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face against my heaving chest.

I find more words.

“Cum inside me, Louis,” I whisper.

Buoyed by my words, Louis Kingsley, my husband-to-be, holds me in place as he forces his hips up.

I claw at his face and moan as I near climax. My cheeks flush red as my core melts. Closing my eyes, I silently beg for his cum as I imagine our life together.

My imagination took over. I closed my eyes and watched as pages flew from the calendar. Nine months passing in seconds. My tummy expanding; his son growing inside of me.

Our moans sync as we cum together just as the car pulls to
our
apartment.

I pull at his shirt as I nibble on his ear.

“I love you, Louis.”

“I love you too.”

“I’ll never get used to that Brooklyn accent,” Dad said as he linked my arm tight.

The beach is full of friends and family and familiar faces. The tropical breeze catches my train and blows my pearl-white dress to the side, but Dad holds me tight.

Arms linked, we walk through a sea of well-dressed and happy-faced guests: the girls from work, Smith, Rex.

My eyes lock on the ocean behind Louis and I smile. Dad unlinks my arm, and I rush toward my maid of honor for words of encouragement.

“It’s going to be a long night if you know what I mean” Molly whispers.

I do, Molly. I do.

She cups my face and kisses my cheek. My maid of honor. My BFF. My ex-roommate. My better-than-awesome assistant.

Stepping towards Louis, I take his hand and stare into those ocean-blues.

“This is it,” He said.

Turning around, I look at the crowd and think of all that has changed in just 18 months.

My eyes stop on my father-in-law in the front row; he was given six months eighteen months ago, but there he is, front and center with his grandchild on his lap.

We created a life together, that night in the limo.

He got what he wanted. An heir to the throne. Someone to carry his name. The apple of his eye. Our Princess: Louise.

The End.