The Curvy Waitress and the Billionaire French Count (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) by Victoria Wessex Read Free Book Online

swirling my groin around and around and flexing myself up to meet him. I could feel my climax building in me, swelling to fill every part of my body, ready to burst free…. I locked eyes with him and suddenly he leaned down and kissed me, hard and savage on the lips, and the orgasm detonated at my core, making me arch my back right off the bed. My fingers clutched his, my head thrashing on the sheets. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I was aware of my sex clamping around him, again and again, and heard him groan in pleasure.
    I flopped back onto the sheets, locks of my hair sticking to my forehead.
    I felt him withdraw from me, still hard. I closed my eyes and heard him moving the pillows on the bed around. Then he was moving me, gently rolling me over onto my stomach, and there was something underneath me. I opened my eyes and looked down. Two pillows were under my hips, lifting them off the bed. That put my ass up in the air and, as I heard him move around behind me, I was suddenly worried.
    “Um,” I said uncertainly. “I’ve never done it… there.”
    He came around to my side and brushed the hair off my face. “Shh,” he said. “We’re not doing that. Not today. Today I just want to feel your marvelous ass against me.” And he climbed on the bed, nudging my legs apart. I let my head sink down to the pillows, trusting him.
    I felt his cock probe at the moist lips of my sex, teasing me, and I ground back against him. I’d never done it face-down before. On all fours, yes—once—but not like this. It was totally different. I didn’t have to support myself, which meant—my stomach flipped over— he can fuck me like this for hours.
    He slid into my pussy in one long, firm stroke and I sucked in my breath as I was stretched again. I could feel him staring at my upraised ass cheeks. The part of my body I’d always hated most…but then I felt his hands smooth over them, stroking them as he penetrated me. “Wonderful,” he said. “So round…delicious.” And then his hard thighs were pressing against them and he was rooted in me, making my eyes go wide in wonder.
    He began to fuck me, and it was even better than before. Now I could grind my clit against the pillows, and his thick cock sinking into me felt exquisite from this new angle. He slid his hands under me and palmed my breasts, rolling them and squeezing them, and I started to feel another orgasm racing towards me. I almost didn’t want it, yet, because I wanted to savor this….
    His powerful hips quickly set up a rhythm, and he began to pound me. My climax was building, moving up from my toes and fingers, speeding towards my center. God, his cock, hard and hot and unstoppable, sliding past my slippery flesh like iron wrapped in silk. I could feel my ass flexing as I ground myself against the pillows, getting the friction I need to send me over the edge. Maybe the sight of that or the feel of it was too much for him, because I heard his breathing go ragged, as if he was trying to hold himself back.
    Hold himself back…
    My eyes widened. “Erard!” I gasped. “Stop! I’m not on the pill! You have to pull out!”
    He kept going. And then I realized that, in my panic, I’d said it in English. Oh my God! What’s the French for “pull out?!” He was getting closer and closer, I could tell, and all my vocabulary had disappeared from my head.
    “I’m…going…to….” He grunted in French.
    A thousand French words went through my head, none of them the right one. And then, just as my addled brain finally grabbed hold of the answer—
    “AH!” grunted Erard. “Ah! AH!” I felt his hips lunge forward and then the thick, liquid squirt of it, right up against the opening to my womb. And not just once—he shot again and again, hot and powerful and potent and oh God he’s come inside me and—
    I arched my back, my head lifting off the bed, and moaned as my orgasm let go, crashing through me like a wave, sending a