Expecting The CEO's Baby - The Complete Series: BWWM Interracial Billionaire Pregnancy Romance (12 page)

Andrew hovered over me, his engorged cock tantalizingly close to my mound. Though I’d just experienced a dizzyingly fantastic orgasm, I began to tingle again at the prospect of his dick filling me up.

“I don’t want us to fight anymore either. We’ll have to come up with ways to make sure our sex life is always this intense and exciting without it having to result from personal conflict between us.”

“There are always business trips. If you go on enough of them, I’ll always make sure your homecomings are spectacular.”

He laughed and stroked my cheeks with his fingertips. “Actually, I’m planning to delegate more so that I can reduce my business travel. I don’t want us to be apart anymore than is necessary, especially after the baby comes.”

Hope and love soared through me. Did Andrew actually mean he’d be putting our family before Rutledge Electronics? “I think that would be a good thing, but I know how much the company means to you,” I said in a cautious voice.

“It doesn’t mean as much as you and our child do to me.” He shifted his position and rolled over, pulling me on top of him. “I won’t lie to you, Ryanna. My hours will probably never be the typical nine-to-five ones. There may be times when a crisis at work pulls me away when I’d rather be with you and the baby. But I promise you I will always be there for the two of you. I’m hoping the changes I’m trying to put in place at Rutledge Electronics will set in on a path where I can turn over the reins to someone else and enjoy the family life I’ve wanted for so long.”

My heart warmed at Andrew’s words. While I realized it would likely be some time before the changes he described took effect, the fact he was making our family a priority thrilled me. I bent down to kiss him and he massaged my breasts, which were rubbing up against his chest.

As I pulled back up, I attempted to make a serious expression and use the most worried tone I could. “Something you just said really bothers me.”

Andrew stopped playing with my nipples and his brow furrowed in concern. “What’s that?”

“You said, ‘I’ll always be there for the two of you.’ Are we stopping at one child? You don’t think you’ll be able to go the distance to give me two or three kids? Oh, Andrew, I don’t know, this might be a deal breaker.”

His eyes narrowed as I erupted into giggles, unable to keep up the teasing charade. He maneuvered his cock so that its tip just touched the edge of my pussy folds. “Does this feel like I won’t be able to go the distance?”

“Noooo . . .” I groaned as he thrust upward into me, his big dick sating me in ways I’d gone unfulfilled in the last few weeks. I spread my thighs wider to accommodate more of his enormous girth.

“We can have as many children as you want,” he said, his breath coming faster and faster as he pumped harder. “One . . . three . . .  nine . . . whatever it takes until our family feels complete.”

Nine?
I wanted to ask him but by that point I’d become more preoccupied with reaching my second than figuring out how many kids would be running around the house. My bud once again began its drumbeat of passion and desire as Andrew’s cock plunged up into me. I gyrated my hips to not only take in more of his dick, but also to maximize both our pleasure by ensuring he was as deep in me as he could go.

Andrew arched upward, sending a thrill of ecstasy throughout my body as my pussy walls clenched around his cock. He froze there for a moment, and then plunged up again and again, setting every one of my nerve endings on full alert.

We moved frantically together in a desperate rhythm, as if the climax would forever elude us if we didn’t reach it as soon as possible. Between the insistent, unyielding pressure from Andrew’s cock and the constant throbbing of my bud, it felt like I would explode from sexual gratification, but couldn’t tell which would do me in first.

For the first time, Andrew and I came at the same time, his cock emptying spurt after spurt of hot ropes of cum into me while my bed released my own pussy juices. The combined heat from our orgasms heated me all over. I clung to Andrew, eager to contain the warmth and keep it between us for as long as possible.

He cradled me in his arms and we continued rocking together, slower and slower, until we were motionless except for the beating of our hearts. I leaned my head against Andrew’s shoulder as he buried his lips in my hair.

“I love you,” I whispered, hoping he knew the words didn’t come just from the fevered aftermath of our lovemaking, but from the deepest part of my heart.

“I love you too,” he whispered back. “And I plan to prove it to you every day from here on out. I can’t wait until you’re my wife.”

As Andrew tightened his arms around me, I snuggled deeper into his embrace. I couldn’t remember when I’d felt happier or more secure than at that moment. Somehow, I knew there would be many other moments like this in our lives together in the times to come.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The silver-haired justice of the peace, a friend of Andrew’s, beamed as Andrew and I proceeded to do just as he said.

Our lips barely touched before applause broke out. With Andrew’s hand around my waist, we turned around to face the small group of friends and family who had gathered. My gaze drifted towards my mother, who smiled and gave me a discreet thumbs-up. She stood alongside my aunt Aileen and uncle Donald, with my father, his wife, and their children standing to the other side of her.

Three weeks had passed since Andrew asked me to marry him, although sometimes it felt like it had only been a day or two since he proposed. His personal assistant, Colleen, took care of most of the wedding logistics, following our guidelines for a private, intimate ceremony. A wedding planner pulled everything together in such a way that it looked like Andrew and I had been planning this for months instead of just a few short weeks.

I’d picked the spot where the ceremony would take place, a clearing near a centuries-old oak tree whose leaves were just turning vibrant red and rust colors. Andrew had wanted us to marry in one of the ballrooms or staterooms inside his mansion, but I convinced him of the beauty of an outdoor ceremony. And I was glad I had. With the sun shining and a light breeze blowing, it felt like Mother Nature had given our union her blessing too.

I caught my father’s eyes, and while he smiled, I could still tell he was a little uncomfortable. He’d only met Andrew for the first time two days earlier when he drove into town from his home in upstate New York. Over an awkward lunch, Andrew and I broke the news I was pregnant. My father was shocked at first, but Andrew and I convinced him that we loved each other and weren’t marrying solely because I was pregnant.

However, neither one of us told my father about the arrangement that brought Andrew and me together in the first place. There didn’t seem to be any point to do so because that contract was a thing of the past. Andrew ordered his attorneys to destroy all copies of it a week ago, saying, “We don’t need it anymore. Saying ‘I do’ will be binding enough for the both of us, don’t you think?”

I agreed, although I gladly signed the prenuptial contract the Rutledge Electronics board of directors insisted upon. In the event Andrew and I divorced, I waived all rights to any of his shares of Rutledge Electronics stock, some kind of legal necessity to satisfy the shareholders. But it didn’t matter because Andrew added a clause that left me
very well
provided for if we ever split up. It made the three million dollars he originally agreed to pay me look like a pittance.

But I wasn’t marrying Andrew for his money, something I hoped his parents believed. Andrew had introduced me to each of them over the course of the last couple of weeks. Even though I’d met them at different times, I came away with the same impression of both his parents ─ nice people, but distant.

At first, I thought they might have a problem with my being African-American and their future grandchild being interracial. But when I brought it up with Andrew, he’d just snorted and shook his head.

“That’s just how my parents are, cold and detached. They’d act the same way whether I told them I was marrying the whitest blueblood on the planet or a purple woman with three heads. My parents have been emotionally constipated all my life. Now can you see why it took me so long to say ‘I love you?’ I got absolutely no guidance from my parents on how to share my emotions.”

But now ─ at least in these first moments of Andrew and me facing everyone as husband and wife ─ his parents seemed as happy and joyful as everyone else. As the wedding planner and Colleen shepherded the guests back towards the main house for the reception, Andrew said, “Ryanna and I will join you shortly. There’s a bit of paperwork we need to take care of first.”

“Huh? What paperwork?” I asked, but Andrew didn’t answer me, instead leading me towards a small guesthouse not too far away from our wedding spot.

He’d barely shut the door before he took me in his arms and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave in to the wonderful sensations his touch always aroused in me. And I felt extra tingly since this was our first serious kiss as husband and wife.

When we finally broke apart, I looked up at Andrew and said, “There was no paperwork, was there?”

“Nope. I made up an excuse because I knew I wouldn’t last another minute without being able to hold you like this.”

I slid my hand down between his legs and felt the growing bulge there. “Feels like you have something else in mind besides just ‘holding’ me.”

He flashed me a sly smile. “Think we got time for a quickie before anyone misses us?”

“Somehow, I think they already suspect what the two of us are up to.” I unzipped the side panel of my off-white silk and lace dress I’d bought earlier in the week and shimmied out of it. Andrew gave me a curious look as I stood before him in only my strapless bra and panties.

“We can’t do a quickie in my wedding dress,” I told him. “It will get wrinkled and then everyone will know we kept them waiting because we were too busy doing it to join them.”

“I thought you said everyone already knew.”

“No, I said everyone probably already suspected. Suspecting and knowing are two entirely different things.”

“Well, if they already suspect, we can take our time then.” Andrew unhooked my bra, and my increasingly swollen breasts sprang free. He pulled me closer, carefully caressing them as he ground his erection into my already moist mound.

I unzipped the pants of his charcoal gray suite and pulled them down along with his boxers. His erect cock jutted out and I stroked the length of it, enjoying the way it swelled underneath my touch.

Andrew took a step back to slide my panties down my legs, doing so more rapidly than his usual lingering pace. “We are kinda on the clock here,” he said in response to my unasked question.

I giggled, loving the way we could tell what the other was thinking without saying a word. Andrew drew me close again and lifted me as if I weighed next to nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist just as he spun around so that I was pressed against the door.

In an instant, he thrust his giant cock between my hot, wet pussy folds and into my waiting, throbbing hole. His breath was hot against my ear and neck as we rocked together frantically, faster than we ever had before. It was as if we were afraid the wedding guests would burst in at any minute and catch us in the act.

Even though it wasn’t the usual lingering, sensual style of lovemaking I’d grown accustomed to with Andrew, our fast-and-furious pace left me just as excited and heated as ever. I clenched my legs around his waist as he plunged his dick up into me, reaching the deepest part of me. My bud pounded and my heart raced to the point where it felt like I might pass out.

I reached the heights of bliss very quickly ─ like Andrew said, we were on the clock ─ and fell over the cliff into ecstasy just as fast. With a final pulsation from my bud, a hot, sticky wetness flooded my pussy. The sensation was only enhanced when Andrew climaxed, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into me. We both groaned as we sank to the floor, with Andrew still holding me tightly.

I’d barely caught my breath before a fit of giggles overtook me. “Our first time doing it as husband and wife and it was quick and dirty!”

Andrew chuckled with me. “We’ll do it our usual way where we take our time and enjoy each other, I promise.”

“But I enjoyed this! I’m not complaining. Sometimes it’s good to switch things up a little. Just because we’re married now doesn’t mean we have to be boring.”

“We’ll never be boring.” He raised my hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I love you, Ryanna, and I swear you’ll never be bored with me.”

“I know.” I lifted up my head to kiss him on his full lips. “And I’ll do my best to make sure you’re never bored with me either.”

“Will never happen,” he said. “But we probably need to get dressed and hurry to the reception before our guests get bored and leave.”

I giggled again, but did as Andrew said. As much I would have loved to stay there in the guesthouse in his warm embrace, we had a reception to attend. Besides, we would have tonight, tomorrow, and the rest of our lives to be together. I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

The rest of my pregnancy passed fairly uneventfully. The only minor hiccup came when the public relations department of Rutledge Electronics released a brief statement about its CEO, Andrew Rutledge, marrying his girlfriend, chemical engineer Ryanna Owens. Natalie used the opportunity to bash me on Facebook and Instagram, saying how I’d been “bought” and the marriage was a “sham.”

She’d had to resort to that after none of the other newspapers and tabloids would give her the time of day. But with Andrew’s acquisition of the microsystems company getting the board of directors’ approval, the media paid more attention to the increased power and prominence of Rutledge Electronics than to the lurid rumors Natalie tried to spread.

I didn’t let Natalie’s attempts to disturb my happy new life bother me. However, I had a bone to pick with Andrew about the press release. “How can your PR people call me a chemical engineer when I haven’t worked as one outside of some college internships?”

“You studied and trained to be a chemical engineer, didn’t you? You even got hired as one. It wasn’t your fault the company didn’t have its act together and couldn’t follow through on the job offer until it was too late.”

NKL Laboratories finally got back to me, seven months after they’d suspended their offer of employment. Just for kicks, I responded to the recruiter’s invitation to meet him at his office. His face paled as soon as he saw my swollen belly.

“Um, uh, well, I’d called you in to inform you there’s a position available in one of our chemical engineering departments. But, um, I guess you won’t want to start work now.”

I could have made a stink about discrimination against pregnant women and employment rights. Instead, I shook my head and said, “I appreciate the consideration, but I have to withdraw my application. I’m sure you understand.”

The recruiter looked visibly relieved as we shook hands and I left his office. While the baby and Andrew were my main priorities now, I still wanted to pursue a career outside the home. I brought it up to Andrew one night. “Maybe when the baby’s older, I might go back to graduate school. I love science and want to continue my studies, maybe even fulfill my dream of working as a chemical engineer. Of course, this is when the baby is older and doesn’t need me as much.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Andrew had said and I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “You were a bright, independent career focused woman when we met. I wouldn’t expect that part of you to change just because we’re having a baby, nor would I want it to. It will probably take some effort to re-prioritize things, but I will help and support you in any way I can.”

“I know, and that’s why I love you.”

Andrew’s support also extended to massaging my belly and giving me back rubs, which I appreciated more and more as the pregnancy progressed. The bigger my stomach got, the more my back hurt. Although I enjoyed being pregnant, especially with all the attention Andrew lavished on me, I looked forward to giving birth and leaving the aches and discomfort of my changing body behind.

While I’d planned a natural birth, the baby had other ideas. It turned into the breech position a couple of weeks before the due date and hadn’t shifted back by my fortieth week check-in, so the doctor scheduled me for a C-section.

“I’m sure the surgery will go fine. Our obstetrician is one of the best in the state. This may not be such bad thing,” Andrew said as we checked into the hospital.

“You’re just saying that because a C-section means my pussy stays tight,” I told him, covering my fears with crankiness.

As if he sensed I was masking my anxiety, Andrew kissed me and stroked my hair. “I love you. You and the baby will be fine.”

And he was right. At 9:17 that night, Andrew Gerald Rutledge, Jr. came into the world weighing seven pounds and eight ounces. He let out his first cry, filling me with a happiness and contentment I’d never known up until that point. Being secure in Andrew’s love was one thing, but hearing your newborn for the first time took my joy to a whole new level.

Andrew looked as if he’d been struck by the same sense of wonder as the doctor allowed him to cut the umbilical cord. The nurses wiped the blood and other fluids off of our son before wrapping him in a blanket and handing him back to me. Andrew leaned over as we both started into his tiny, wrinkly, perfect face.

“Thank you, Ryanna,” he whispered as he used his finger to trace the outline of the edge of the blanket near our son’s head. “You’ve given me everything I ever wanted.”

“And you’ve done the same for me.” I lifted up my chin and he lowered his mouth on to mine to kiss me. With Andrew Jr. finally here, life felt complete and I couldn’t have been happier.

THE END