ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult)

by Aisha Brooks

  In my entire blowjob history, this was the best cock I’d ever had. I held his cock in my hand and massaged it with my lips, running my tongue up and down the entire length of this shaft. Then Kurt turned around, got in a 69 position, and then flipped me so he was on his back.

  I sucked his meat, licked it, cherished it, as he fucked my pussy with his tongue, licking my flowing juices. He rubbed some lube on his fingers and pushed one finger in my ass. I sucked on his cock harder, he started thrusting, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth, as his tongue went deeper into my pussy, and 2, 3, and then 4 of his fingers went in my ass. He came again inside my mouth, moaning louder as I continued sucking his cock, and then lubed up his other hand and entered 2 more fingers in my ass. I put my head down on his thigh, resting against it, as he continued to play with and finger my asshole.

  Then he turned me around and said, “Get on your knees.”

  He positioned himself behind me, the tip of his cock rubbing against my asshole.

  “I have never done that before,” I told him.

  “Well, you are about to.”

  “I don’t think I can,” I said.

  “You don’t have an option,” he replied. Then he grabbed my waist firmly, almost roughly, so I couldn’t even move as he began to enter me. The pain was excruciating, as his massive cock entered me. I was literally screaming in pain but he didn’t stop. Once he was completely inside me, he stopped moving. He reached for my chest, grabbed my breasts, and gently lowered me to the bed.

  “How does that feel,” he asked.

  “Hurts like hell,” I wept.

  “Wait, it will get better,” he said.

  He began moving his waist in a circular motion. A different sensation inside me started, relaxing me. His hands reached for my pussy, his fingers entering me again. Then he slowly pulled all the way back, almost out of my ass, and then entered me again gently. This was feeling better indeed. After a few gentle strokes, my ass was ready for him.

  “Fuck me,” I said, “hard.”

  As if waiting for me to say it, he put a hand on my neck and starting fucking me hard. My head buried in the pillow, his hand on my neck not letting me move, I couldn’t tell him to slow down. He fucked me harder and harder, pulling all the way out each time, not leaving head of the cock in but all the way out, and with the precision of a surgeon, pushed all the way in. He grabbed a hold of a fistful of my hair in his hand, and pulled them harder as he fucked me. It hurt like hell but it was so blissfully pleasant at the same time. The pain and the pleasure of losing your virginity to a 10 inch monster cock.

  Then he pulled all the way out and got on his back.

  “Ride it,” ordered Kurt.

  I got on top of his cock, and began lowering myself slowly, as inch by inch his cock was entering my pussy. As I lowered myself onto the head of his cock, he raised his hips with a swift thrust and pushed his cock all the way in. He grabbed my breasts again and twisted my nipples hard. He pulled me down by my hair and locked lips with me.

  His cock fucked my pussy as his tongue fucked my mouth. He wrapped his arms around, holding me in his embrace tightly, our mouths locked as he thrusted faster and faster. I had an orgasm, my moans lost in his mouth. He shot another load inside me. I could feel it, one spurt of cum, second hot load, third load, fourth, and then, finally, a fifth load. He was shooting semen inside me like a fountain.

  Then it was my turn to show him what I could do. Our fingers intertwined, his cock still inside me as I sat on top of him, I parted my lips with his and buried my teeth in his neck. A gentle bite, a soft moan of pleasure. Then I got back on top in the sitting position, and pulled his feet to his ass, my back against his thighs. Then I rode him like a rodeo, my gaze locked with his. He freed his hands and grabbed my breasts again, playing with them as I continued to ride him.

  I knew I was going to exhaust him today. I rode him like he took me from behind, raising my hips until his cock was out of my hot cunt, then jumping down on it, taking it all the way in. We changed positions a few more times, and then he came inside me again. I wondered how he could shoot so much cum inside me each time, with so much pressure that I felt each load as it spurted out of his cock.

  Kurt pulls out and heads to the bathroom. I find myself smiling with satisfaction, glad that I managed to exhaust him. Now he can’t gloat about his massive stamina, although I do admit he has fucked me more in a few hours then I had been fucked in a week of my heaviest partying days.

  He comes out of the bathroom, his cock fully at erection, and stands at the edge of the bed. I begin to close my eyes, ready to go to sleep, but he pulls my legs, dragging my ass to the corner of the bed, and enters my cunt again. I have never let anyone fuck me without a condom, and Kurt has never fucked me with a condom.

  I swear, I have so much cum in me that I can fill half a bottle of coke with it. He enters me again as I lie on the bed on my back, and raises my legs to his shoulders, and starts fucking me again. I am sore through and through but I can’t resist the feeling of completeness, of being whole, that I get when he enters me.

  I raise my arms and he lifts me with his cock still inside me, and then we crash back on the bed together, him on top of me. He comes inside me again, and remains on top of me, his weight crushing me, and we continue kissing until we fall asleep.

  I wake up before he does. His cock is still inside me, and even when it’s soft, it feels bigger than other cocks when they are hard. I think about Kurt for a while, and I realize I do like him genuinely. He is the first white guy I have ever had sex with, and it has been blissful. But it is not only about the sex either. I like the way he talks, his manners, etc. I find myself wanting to give things a shot with him. Perhaps we will talk when he wakes up.

  Kurt is an impressive man, you see, and he is tough. He has completed what are arguably the toughest and the most challenging courses in the world. I never saw myself with a man, but, I now realize, it was only because I had not met anyone like Kurt. And now, having met him, I see myself with a man like Kurt. Or, to be honest, I see myself with Kurt. I know this is the guy I want, and I am going to go for it.

  I look at his face as he is sleeping on me, and I run my hand through his hair, pushing them away from his eyes. I wrap my arms around him, and I suddenly feel something change. While Kurt lies asleep on top of me, his hungry cock begins to wake up, and within a few seconds, it is as hard as ever. I am not sure whether Kurt is awake or not, but I definitely enjoy as he thrusts and pushes into me slowly…

  Chapter 8: Some Things Are Just Not Meant To Be

  Although Kurt left later that night, and after drilling me for hours with his cock, things took a turn soon after. We started texting and talking soon after he left, and he asked me to become exclusive to him only a week later. We did become exclusive, and we started dating properly to get to know each other better.

  Whenever he had time, or whenever he was in town, he dropped by our place, and when Jackson was asleep, we were having it on. I decided not to tell Jackson anything, because I was not exactly sure where we were going and whether or not Kurt really was the one. We always had amazing sex, but life is not all about sex, so I told Kurt to keep Jackson in the dark about this, until we are really sure.

  Our dating, or courting, as Kurt called it, was going really well. Our weekends, long weekends, random days off work were always spent together. He came to see me whenever he could, and I went to see him whenever I could. I didn’t think life could get any better.

  That was until the horrible morning. It was a Monday morning that I woke up with a throbbing headache. It felt like a hangover but I’d only had a few drinks last night, nothing more than what I usually have. And then I was hit with a wave of sickness and spent the remaining morning bent over a toilet. I did not think much of it then, although I did feel sick the next day, and then again on the next.

  I decided to go see a doctor, wondering whether I was coming down with the flu, something viral, or something serious
. And then, suddenly, it hit me. I had missed my period last month. I drove to the medical store and got myself the most expensive and accurate pregnancy tests. I bought three different ones, just to be sure.

  I took the day off work, and went back home. I headed straight for the bathroom and peed on the stick. I had to wait for 3 minutes and those were the longest three minutes of my life, as I waited for a stick to determine the course my life was going to take. As my phone went off, signaling that three minutes were up, I dreaded looking at the stick, fearing what I was about to find out. Then I told myself to suck it up, and looked at the stick.

  A chill ran through me. My body shivered. I could not believe what I was looking at. The two pink strips. I reread the description on the box over and over, hoping that somehow rereading it would change the outcome.

  I sat on the toilet seat and continued staring in the blankness for half an hour. I heard the door slam shut as Jackson came home. I did not want anyone to know anything, not yet, so I sucked it up. It was time to face the facts, but I decide to make a decision later. The fact was that I was pregnant.

  Later that night, I took the other two pregnancy tests I had bought earlier. It was clear that I was pregnant. That night, I cried in bed all night long. It was not because I did not want the baby, but because I did not know what to do. This was another time in my life when I wished my mother were here, she would have known what to do. She would have helped me, guided me, helped me decide.

  The next morning I went to the doctor to ask about the abortion. I did not get an abortion, but, instead, I had an ultrasound. The gynaecologist told me that I was 9 weeks along and pregnant with twins. Another shock for me!

  I am not religious but abortion has somehow always sounded like murder to me, and if I did it now, I would be killing two babies. The gynaecologist tried to make small conversation and asked me about the father. There was no question as to who the father was. It was Kurt. I had Kurt’s babies inside me.

  Over the course of next few days, as I was slowly deciding to make up my mind whether to keep the babies or not, whether to tell anyone or not, I found a new change take place inside me. I felt more powerful than ever, a sudden strength, and was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of motherhood and pregnancy. From not wanting the children, I went to the point where I could not wait to have them. But, for the time being, I did not want Jackson or Kurt to find out.

  The reason I did not want Jackson to find out anything about my pregnancy was that I knew he would tell Kurt, and I just did not want Kurt to know anything. Not yet.

  Growing up in a navy town, you get to hear a lot of things about the navy. They are good in bed, they are well-mannered, they are patriotic, and because of the sort of jobs they have, as Kurt had reiterated earlier, they are not stable either and they are known for not sticking around. I could hardly blame Kurt, my own brother Jackson was the same way.

  The decision was hard but I could not let either of them find out. So I decided to move, and luckily, there was a better position empty at my work that no one was taking because no one wanted to move, so I took it and left San Diego for as long as I needed.

  Jackson knew I was moving, but given he was busy with his own work and all, he did not think much of it. Once I moved, I broke up with Kurt over SMS.

  Chapter 9: Some Things Are Too Good To Be True

  It has been 6 months since I broke up with Kurt. I did not do it nicely because I did not want him to chase me. He asked why, he called, he texted, he did everything, but I did not answer. The last thing I sent to him was a text that told him to get lost. He did not.

  Although he was called for a 6 month training course shortly after I broke up with him, I knew what was going on in his life because he never stopped calling or sending messages. I never replied to any of those. I figured he would move on one day or another.

  I decided to find out the sexes of my babies. I could have found them earlier, but I did not want to. I was not ready. So, at 8 months pregnant, I found myself ready. The doctor told me I was pregnant with two boys. I was happy to find that out, having lived and grown up with boys only, I had zero idea about dealing with girls.

  But, at the same time, another thing was killing me inside, the fact that I was keeping the boys from their father, and that they would need him someday. I could provide them with all the material wealth in the world but I could not replace their father.

  Not long after I found out about my twins sex, I decided to move back home. When Jackson saw me after all these months, having been on training with Kurt, he was surprised and shocked at the same time. He asked me who the father was and I decided not to tell him. I told him the father and I are no longer together, and he wants no part in the life of my children.

  All in all, Jackson was very supportive and genuinely happy about becoming an uncle. He told me he wanted to introduce me to his girlfriend, and wanted to know what I thought, because he was thinking about proposing her.

  As my due date came closer, I started shopping a lot. I was setting up rooms for the twins and there was a lot that needed to be done. And then, one day, while shopping I ran into Kurt. He confronted me and wouldn’t let me leave. He took me to a restaurant nearby and asked me to explain. He asked me how far along I was and I told him I was about 8 months pregnant. He did the math and realized that he was the father.

  “Am I the father?” he asked, his voice uncertain.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Kurt, I know how navy life is and I don’t want to burden you with this. You don’t have to take part in any of this. I can take care of my children.”

  “Are you kidding me? Why would I not want a part in the life of my own child?” he said, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes.

  “You mean you are not mad at me? You want to be a part of their life? You want them?” I said, nearly breaking down.

  “Them?” he said.

  “I am pregnant with twins, Kurt,” I said, “both boys.”

  “I want them, Ver. I want them and I want you. You look so beautiful, even better when you are pregnant.”

  “But all the things you told me, you said life was uncertain for people like you and all,” I broke down.

  “That is all the more reason I want to have a family and children. That no matter where I am, I will have something to think about that makes me happy. That would be you and my children,” he said, wrapping his arm around me. We spent the rest of the evening strolling, than sitting in a cafe, making out, as I told him everything that happened in the last 8 months.

  My heart was content because I knew he was genuinely happy, that he was going to stick around. He came home with me, a constant smile on his face, and carried my shopping bags. We broke the news together to Jackson, who was initially shocked and then instantly happy for us.

  That night, Kurt and I had sex again. I was huge and pregnant so he could not be rough, but we had the most romantic and sensual sex ever. He fucked me 6 times, once for each month, and then later on promised that once the babies are born, he is going to make up for every week we missed, and everyday. He even said that he would like to have a daughter someday.

  Kurt moved in with Vertasha. After spending a few weeks together, Kurt talked to Jackson about his future plans. He revealed his intention to propose to his sister and asked Jackson for his thoughts. Jackson knew Kurt very well, had always respected him, and he said he could not be any happier for them and would feel very happy, content, and safe if they got married, and that Kurt had his permission and blessing to marry his sister.

  Kurt went all out and searched the entire state for the most precious and beautiful ring for Vertasha. He settled on a beautiful ring made of titanium, studded with rare yellow diamonds. He decided to propose to Vertasha in the coming week when Jackson’s girlfriend was going to come over for dinner.

  Jackson and Kurt had been all too chummy since the last few days. I was not sure what they were up to. But I was glad that I woke up each day to Kurt’s face. I was also excit
ed about meeting Jackson’s girlfriend.

  At the dinner, Kurt pulled me to the side and took me to the balcony. He said it was important, something he wanted to discuss with me. We stood in the balcony with a full moon shining on us. Kurt reached into his pocket and his phone went off. He answered his phone, but he only said the word ‘Yes,’ three times and nothing else.

  He turned to me and said, “Ver, I am really sorry but I have to go. Duty calls.”

  “Can’t you wait? I am due anytime now!?” I asked, hoping he would stay.

  “No, can’t. Urgent. Tell Jackson I said bye.”

  And just like that he left. I went back to the table and fought back tears through dinner. I began to wonder, maybe what I had heard about the navy guys was right, and Kurt was no different. And yet, each day that passes breaks my heart a little more, and I wonder if my children will be born without their father present in the delivery room.