The Billionaire's Big Beautiful Bride (BWWM Romance Book 1)

by Fielding, J A

  Another tear rolled down her cheek and he held her cheek.

  “Please tell me I did not lose the best thing that has happened to me in a long time,” he said in a whisper. “Because it will kill me.”

  She bit her lower lip and took a long deep breath.

  “I love you,” she said. “I love you with every fiber of my being, Axel,” she whispered and he smiled before he pulled her into his arms. He held her so tightly as if he was afraid that if he ever let go, he would never see her again.

  “I want you,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to take you right now.”

  “I think it’s about time I took you to my place, though I have to warn you, it looks almost as bad as I have been feeling in the last few hours,” she said and he shrugged.

  “I don’t care where I have you. I just want to feel your body next to me,” he whispered and she pulled away from him.

  “Maybe we should leave now,” she said as she looked at him.

  *****

  The drive to her place felt so much longer than it actually was and when they got to her building, Trina could tell from the way he had been looking at her that he had plans for her.

  They had barely made it through the door when Axel grabbed her waist and pinned her against the door, slamming it shut in the process. He looked into her eyes and she could tell that he already wanted her as much as she wanted him. He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly and held her face in his hands.

  “I have missed you so much,” he said when he pulled away. “I don’t know what you have done to me but whatever it is…don’t stop.”

  “Shouldn’t we take a tour of my place first?” she asked and he shook his head.

  “No,” he said in a whisper as he pulled her zipper down. “Right now I just want to make love to my wife.”

  He kissed her again.

  “The only tour I want to take is a tour of our bedroom,” he said as he looked at her.

  “Our bedroom?” she asked and he nodded.

  “We now own a place in San Francisco. And a hotel in the Swiss Alps…and more property that we are yet to talk about.” He was now pulling her dress down. “But right now, I just want you.”

  He began kissing her neck, slowly working his way down to her shoulder as he filled his hand with her right breast. She was moaning softly as he began caressing her other breast. By the time he pulled away, she was almost panting. He took her hand and led her to the couch as he undid the button on his jacket.

  “I thought we were going to the bedroom,” she said in a soft voice and he shook his head.

  “I can’t wait that long,” he said.

  “But it is right down the hall,” she said as he quickly took off his jacket.

  “I can’t wait that long,” he rasped as he held the back of her neck and kissed her again. The kiss was different this time. He was kissing her more deeply, more passionately. His tongue was searching hers and his hands were roaming all over her body undoing the clasp of her bra. She pulled away from him and looked at him as he pulled her bra off.

  His eyes were running down her body, almost as if he was seeing her for the very first time. There was something about how he looked at her, something about the way he made her feel every time he saw her. He did not just look at her body and see her as a waste of space. She was a person. She was a human being. She was not only a beautiful woman. She was the perfect beautiful woman that he had chosen to spend the rest of his life.

  She closed her eyes as he began running his kisses down her body expertly avoiding her nipples. Her heart was racing as she felt his lips going lower and lower until he got to her waist. He pulled down her dress and panties before he continued kissing her thighs…gently brushing his finger against her clit. She was shivering as he went on trailing his lips up her thigh and brushing against her already distended bean.

  “Axel,” she moaned as he went on caressing her. He looked up at her and gently held the plump but firm cheek in his hand.

  The look in her eyes said it all. She did not need to tell him anything. Everything she had to say was in the way she was breathing and in how wet she was. He pulled himself up and looked at her.

  “I want to eat you out,” he said in a commanding tone. “I want to taste you.”

  He gently pushed her down on the couch and spread her legs. She barely had enough time to moan her disapproval when he suddenly buried his head in between her legs and began licking her slit. She was moaning softly as he began flicking his tongue on her wetness, tasting her. Her soft almost silent moans had grown louder and more intense as he plunged his tongue into her depths. And judging by the way he was going, she knew that she was not going to last much longer. He was sucking on her and plunging his tongue into her all at once and his hands were all over her body. Teasing her. Caressing her. She should have felt strange being fully naked while he was still dressed but she didn’t care. All she cared about at that moment was how much attention he was giving her. How much attention he was giving his wife.

  “You are going to make me cum, baby,” she moaned and he pulled away from her sopping cunt.

  “Don’t hold back,” he rasped. “I want you to cum,” he said before he once again plunged his tongue into her once more.

  He put a hand on her pelvis and held her down as her orgasm took over. It was a wild one too making her shiver and jerk wildly. She would have expected him to pull away but instead he was busy draining her, kissing her. By the time he pulled away, she was lying there spent and panting. He looked at her as he got undressed and then slowly took off her shoes.

  “Now I can take you to bed,” he said in a soft voice.

  “I’m too exhausted to walk,” she whispered. “Besides, I don’t think I can even hold myself up after the avalanche you have just caused down there.”

  Axel smiled down at her before he picked her up in his arms and carried her down the hall.

  “The door on the right,” she said and he opened the door.

  She was actually surprised that he didn’t drop her as he opened the door. He then gently laid her down on the bed. She was still all sensitive from the multiple orgasms she’d just had but he was not about to let her get her rest yet. He climbed on the bed and settled in between her legs.

  “Axel….” She moaned as he positioned himself at her entry but before she could say anything else, he had already pushed himself into her. Her fingers dug into his skin as he began moving in and out of her still very sensitive pussy. With every stroke, it was like he was causing an avalanche in her, stirring up a storm all over again. Without even realizing it, her legs were around his waist and she was pulling him in deeper and deeper – not that he needed any help with that.

  The more he moved in and out of her, the more she felt like she was about to explode again. And she knew he knew it too. It might have been the way he was teasing her with his cock or the way he was caressing her breasts as he did so…but Trina knew one thing for sure, her body was no longer her own.

  She let out a loud moan of disapproval when she suddenly felt him pull out of her. She began grinding her hips on his, aching to have him inside her again. But he was not plunging back into her depths. At least not yet. He suddenly flipped them over getting her on top of him. The way he handled her always made her feel light. Extremely light…as if she weighed absolutely nothing at all.

  “Ride me, baby,” Axel said and ride him she did.

  She threw her head back and began moving herself on and off his shaft as his hands caressed her breasts. He was watching in awe as her perfect mounds rose and fell every time she lowered herself on him. But the way she was moving, he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he exploded all over her insides. She was no longer moaning softly as he moved in her, begging for him to go slow on her. The tables had been turned and she was the one claiming him this time.

  She had also learned the art of teasing him as was evident by the way she was moving herself on his cock. She would pull herself up
almost getting him out of her before she lowered herself back on his shaft making him gasp in ecstasy over and over again. He gently held each cheek in his hand almost to brace himself as she began fucking him again. He was on the home stretch. He could feel it. And she was on the home stretch too evident by the way she was grinding on him harder and faster almost as if her life depended on the very action she was undertaking at that moment.

  “Baby…” she suddenly gasped and he gently squeezed her breast.

  “I know,” he said as he felt her nipple pressing hard against her palm. “Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you cum.”

  Those were the words she needed to hear just so she could come undone in his arms. She threw her head back just as he put an arm around her waist as she felt herself coming apart, unraveling all over him. Her walls were pulsating all over him prompting his own strong orgasm. She was shaking and he was too. She collapsed on him and buried her head in his shoulder as he held her gently.

  “This makes me look forward to more reunions,” he said in an exhausted whisper.

  “More reunions like this will have a whole lot of little people running around,” Trina said in a whisper as she rolled off his body.

  He looked at her, smiling.

  “You know, that is not such a bad idea. Pitter patter of little feet and all,” he said and she smiled.

  “Why don’t we just figure out the living arrangements first,” she said and he shrugged.

  “Fine. But just so you know. I already have the perfect nursery in mind,” he said and Trina held the side of his face.

  “That sounds like a plan,” she said and he held her face.

  “Please Trina,” he said, his voice lower and a little more serious than he intended to. “Don’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I am going to survive it another time.”

  “You’re my husband, Axel. You’ve got me,” she said in a soft voice as she looked into her eyes. “For life.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her softly.

  “For life,” Axel echoed.

  The end.

  My Russian Dream

  It's not every day you meet the man of your dreams...

  Sophie is a strong, curvy African American woman. Working in an accounting firm, she has both a likable personality and the brains to move herself forward in life. That said, the first thing that catches billionaire entrepreneur Tony's eye is her pretty face and fuller figure. Never one to let what he wants slip by easily, he follows the beauty looking for a reason to introduce himself. When he discovers she's an accountant, he might just be able to kill two birds with one stone.

  When she woke that morning, the last thing Sophie expected was to not only meet the man of her dreams, but to enter into a fast moving world-wind romance with a mysterious Russian Billionaire. Will it all be too much for Sophie? Or will this be her dream playing out like she's always felt she deserved? Find out in this all new BWWM billionaire romance by Cher Etan. Contains romance, scandals, and love scenes so hot you'll need to open the windows.

  Suitable for over 18s only due to sexual scenes with a curvy African American woman and a handsome Russian Caucasian man.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  The wave seemed to be thirty feet high; she watched it from the shore, rooted to the spot. It was coming for her and there was nothing she could do about it. Her whole body was frozen. She opened her mouth to scream, but her vocal cords were not working either. The huge black wave came closer and closer; but just before it engulfed her in silently screaming agony, she woke up.

  Sophie Devereaux had this dream a lot, especially when she was stressed. Ever since Hurricane Katrina had forced her ejection from her home and the loss of her family. She shrugged inwardly trying to shake the dream. Her grandfather Elijah was still with her – that was something at least. But her little brother Joseph was in the wind and her grandmother had been too weak to run. They had tried to save her, but the waves had engulfed the house before they could get the wheelchair out. Sophie and her grandfather had moved to Boston after searching in vain for her brother. There was no news of him that they could find – not in the refugee camps, the message boards, nowhere. Grandpa Elijah had gone back to work as a watchmaker. He had been well known in New Orleans as a master craftsman; here in Boston, he worked in anonymity in the back room of a jeweler’s while Sophie interned at an accounting firm. She was trying to earn her qualifications as an accountant. It might not be a happy life, but it was theirs at least.

  Sophie got out of bed and wrapped a robe around her full figure. She padded down the hall to her grandfather’s room to check that he was still breathing. It was a habit she couldn’t quite kick. The smell of coffee wafting down the hall from the kitchen told her that he was not only breathing, he was up and making breakfast. She changed direction to the bathroom to take a shower. Unlike her grandfather who still had until 10am to get to work, she had the office keys so she was supposed to be in by at least 7am.

  “Good morning my dear.” Her grandfather smiled at her as she walked into the kitchen fully dressed, twenty minutes later.

  “Mornin’ G. How’s tricks?” she asked in turn. Her grandfather glared at her from behind the plate of pancakes he was making. He hated ‘young people slang’ as he called the funky abbreviations of her generation and so Sophie had taken to calling him ‘G-Money’ when she was feeling playful. He pretended to hate it, but she saw the way he bit back a smile every time she said it. Anything that made her grandfather smile was just about alright with Sophie.

  “Is that how you greet your boss at work? You won’t last long at those white people firms if you do,” her grandfather said.

  “Nah, I save that just for you G-Money. Speaking of, are you good for lunch or do you need me to...” Sophie began before he cut her off.

  “I’m fine Sophie”, he said very gently, “now eat up quick so you’re not late for work.”

  Sophie smiled at her grandfather and finished her breakfast.

  *****

  It was a cold day in Boston and Anton “Tony” Romanov was pensive as he strolled slowly down the street. Seven o’clock in the morning and downtown was already bustling with hurrying commuters. Tony’s mind wasn’t on the traffic though; he was deep in thought about what to do with his current accountant; he was pretty sure the man was stealing from him.

  ‘I should get an audit done.’ He thought as he watched his feet move in the shiny black shoes he’d treated himself to on his birthday. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to paying $1000 for a pair of shoes no matter how well he was doing. That thought reminded him of his father and he smiled grimly imagining him in this situation. Roman Petrov was not a man to tolerate thieves. But this was America and times and situations were different here.

  The sound of a startled squeak caused him to lift his head, just in time to see a rotund young woman almost fall on the slippery sidewalk. He hurried forward to see if he could help her, but she had righted herself and hurried away before he could. He stopped for a minute to contemplate a backside so lush and luscious that it rendered her waist tiny in comparison. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked up to a door and let herself in a building. Without even thinking about it, Anton followed her.

  *****

  Sophie checked her watch as she came up to the offices of Rodham, Clarence and Haggerty; Certified Public Accountants. She was five minutes late and Rodham was already at the door, tapping his foot impatiently.

  “Good morning, sir,” she said as she put the key in the lock and opened up the office.

  “You’re late,” he replied with a frown.

  Sophie opened her mouth to apologize, then closed it again. ‘What the hell’ she thought, ‘it’s not like he ever really sees me anyway. An apology proba
bly wouldn’t even register.’ She swept into the office in his wake, unbuttoning her coat even as she turned to close the door. The man standing in the doorway gave her a turn and she made a startled sound, hand to her heart.

  “Oh! Err, can I help you?” she asked a bit breathlessly. His eyes were very blue she thought, especially with that blonde hair. Piercing too; and he was staring at her in a way that was a shade under polite.

  “Yes, I am looking for an accountant,” he was saying, “Have I come to the right place?”

  Sophie’s eyes slid to the prominently displayed sign on the door, but refrained from saying anything untoward. Clearly he was a client.

  “Well, yes, you have. Come in,” she said instead.

  “Thank you. And your name is…?” he asked, still staring at her with those piercing ice blue eyes. ‘Could you possibly look elsewhere?’ she thought at him, hoping it would somehow register.

  “Sophie. Why don’t you come into the waiting room while I see if Mr. Rodham is available?” she said, ushering him in and hoping that would avert his attention. No such luck, he continued to stare at her like he had found the mother lode in a gold mine and he was afraid to take his eyes off it lest it disappear.

  “Err; can I get you a coffee or tea, maybe?” Sophie asked.

  “No thank you,” he said, sitting down.

  Sophie hurried away before anything else strange could happen. If she didn’t know better, she would think that guy was checking her out. But she’d taken a look at his shoes as soon as he walked in; that brand did not come cheap – he was definitely out of her league. Perhaps he had never seen a black woman working in an accountant’s office before? Sophie shrugged inwardly and went to announce him to Mr. Rodham. It was only as she stepped into her boss’ office that she realized she did not know the client’s name.