Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (5 page)

“
Take
off your clothes,” she ordered and he brightened, hastening to
comply. He stood up tossing his clothes every which way; jacket and
shirt, bow tie and pants and then his under clothes. He was back on
the bed with a flump, taking Frances’ breath away with his
immediacy and enthusiasm.

“
I
love you; you know that right?” he said before plundering her
lips again and preventing her reply. She wrapped her arms and legs
around him and pulled him close to show him that, yes; she knew. He
bit her bottom lip like he’d wanted to do all those months ago
and then licked a trail down her jaw to her neck and collar bone as
his hands took hold of her thighs and pulled them further apart.

“
Want
you so much,” he said into the skin of her chest just above her
breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking. Frances
jerked with the sensation it caused to go shooting down her body and
causing her to leak wetness into the sheets.

“
Allen,”
she breathed as her own hands found his nipples, and began to squeeze
and fondle them. He made a pained sound of arousal snapping his hips
and gripping her thighs so hard there were sure to be bruises there
the next day. She rubbed his nipples harder, nipping at his powerful
shoulder as she did so and he cried out, hips arching of their own
volition. She could feel his hardness against her like a steel band
and then his thumb trailed forward, breaching her center and
exploring inside, seeking the sensitive nub that needed no further
stimulation really. He rubbed back and forth against it and her back
arched in response, mouth open, head thrown back.

“
I
need you Allen,” she cried. “Now!”

It was
an order he wasn’t ready to refuse.

“
Condom?”
he asked desperately, his face red, veins bulging. He didn’t
want to leave her to go find his wallet or his bedside table to get
one so he was really hoping she kept some close by. The thought of
her using condoms with anyone but him though got him hot in a whole
other way and he growled deep in his throat. She reached out and
opened her bedside table, handing him one. He snatched it out of her
hand, tearing savagely at the packaging as she watched in puzzlement
and then slipped it on. His hands on her thighs were a bit rougher
than they’d been before as he spread them and thrust into her.
She made a sound in her throat, half pleasure, half pain and the red
haze of jealousy cleared a little for him to see
her
.
His touch gentled and he leaned in to kiss her softly in wordless
apology. His movements slowed and deepened as he used every thrust to
hit a sensitive spot inside of her. She spread her hands out in
surrender, eyes closed as she made noises of satisfaction and
surrender. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, she lifted her
pelvis to meet thrust for thrust, wanting him as deep inside her as
he wanted to go.

“
Frannie
Fran Fran my Frances,” he murmured incoherently in her ear as
he pushed into her hips, stuttering with need. She pulled at his hair
to turn his head so she could fit her lips to his, kissing into his
mouth with the same rhythm he was thrusting into her. He groaned with
desire.

“
Who
taught you how to do that?” he asked pulling away from her and
thrusting into her harder at the same time. She pulled his mouth back
to hers without answering and he lost himself in the taste of her,
her intoxicating odor surrounding him with want and need and the
feeling of being home. Her arms tightened around his neck and her
legs around his hips as her back arched and she shuddered, releasing
wetness and warmth around him. The thought that he had made her come
caused him to spasm with savage release as his vision whitened and he
let himself go.

“
Oh
baby,” he said as he slumped against her neck, burrowing his
nose deep into her shoulder so he was surrounded by the smell of
satiated sex, the sandalwood scent that she used and her own unique
musk. He could lie there forever just breathing her in. She turned
her head to lay a sweet kiss on his shoulder and he reared back to
withdraw from her so he could take off the condom. He wanted to stay
inside her forever and as he threw the condom in the bedside basket
his half hard dick was already seeking her warmth.

“
Let
me just lay in you for a minute okay?” he murmured as he pushed
into her. She let him do it, opening for him as he plunged as deep as
his rapidly hardening cock could go. He bit her neck and then kissed
it, laving her skin with his tongue and sucking and biting.

“
Oooh,
that feels good,” she sighed, tilting her head to give him more
room to molest her.

“
Yeah,
well get used to it,” he said, pressing into her as he sucked
her neck harder. He got up on his elbows eventually and looked down
at her, smiling into her eyes.

“
This
feels right doesn’t it?” he asked as his hips gyrated in
slow circles, driving her mad.

“
Yeah,”
she whispered, eyes closed, enjoying all the different sensations he
was laying on her. She bent her legs to give him more room to
navigate inside her as he began to thrust into her, long, slow,
languid plunges that hit on her already sensitive flesh and caused
sparks of electricity to strobe through her, making her shake and
shudder.

“
Uuuhhhhh,”
she moaned as he began to pick up the pace, watching her face the
entire time, noting every tiny reaction.

“
Yes
baby, come on,” he said as she shivered, fucking into her
harder and faster. “Yes…it feels good huh? You like it?
You like me fucking you don’t you,” he ground out as his
movements became less coordinated. He lifted himself up on his hands
so he had more leverage to fuck into her, driving so hard he was
pushing her up on the bed until they were flush against the headboard
and she spread her hands up to counter the force of his fucking.
Allen’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost all
control, his body taking over to snap his hips into her, rutting into
her without ceasing, bodies hot and slick with fluids, the loud
slapping of flesh on flesh, alternating with the squelch of wet flesh
coming apart and then slamming together again. Frances' mouth was
open in an O of utter extremity as her body fell apart beneath her,
stuttering and shuddering, wetness spreading everywhere and mixing
with Allen’s sperm as he came with one last hard thrust into
her, body almost bent in two. They collapsed afterward, half blacked
out with the intensity of it. The room was silent as soft music
continued to play from the speakers.

*****

The day
of graduation, they celebrated by staying in bed and fucking each
other’s brains out. Frances had graduated summa cum laude and
Allen had passed his exams. The administrators of the estate had all
attended the ceremony and after they’d taken them for lunch at
which point they made arrangements with Allen on where and how they
would begin the business of transferring his assets wholly into his
hands. After lunch, they went home and went to bed and didn’t
emerge for the next twenty four hours.

“
Where
are we gonna live after this?” Frances asked. “Will we
stay here?”

“
No.
I think the best place for us is probably New York. You ready for the
big time?” he asked caressing her thigh lazily.

Frances
shrugged, “I suppose I can write from anywhere.” She was
already a contributor for an online magazine and had gotten started
on her first novel, based on her experience living on the streets.

“
Good.
Then it's settled,” Allen said leaning in to kiss her. she
kissed him back and the fire that consumed them every single time
their lips touched took over and he was leaning her back into the
mattress and climbing on top of her.

“
Frannie,
my love,” he said into the flesh of her neck as he teased it
with his tongue.

“
Yes,”
she breathed back, arching her head backward to give him better
access and spreading her legs under him so he could get inside her
again. She was quite sore from the marathon sex they’d been
having but it didn’t even occur to her to refuse him. He pushed
slowly into her; he had to have been sore too, and then they were
moving together, enjoying being so close, so in tune, so in sync with
each other that it wasn’t even about the sex anymore. It was
simply another way for them to be one, a single entity united in
love.

*****

New York
was a different experience for both of them. It was their first time
living in such a huge city and distractions were endless. Allen’s
job was extroverted, it involved meetings with people and invitations
to functions and benefits. Frances was very introverted on the other
hand, all she wanted to do was write and be with Allen. They were
used to this rhythm though. When Frances came to live with him he was
the popular high school kid, and she was the freak who kept to
herself and read books. But at the time, they weren’t a couple
and Allen had been able to go out and have a good time and come back
to tell Frances all about it. Now, he pushed her to come with him, he
wanted her with him when he went to the functions and benefits and
dinners. Frances was not opposed, she wanted to be with him too; but
she needed to create a space that was hers, where she was able to
write. They compromised; she would accompany him to his functions on
the weekends and during the week, he would leave her alone to write.
It worked as a compromise until Frances’ book came out, and it
did well. So well in fact, that she began to get a spot light of her
own; she had even less time to devote to Allen because she had her
own functions and dinners to attend. Her own galas where she was
expected. It was a definite strain on the relationship to have them
both pulled in different directions. Frances knew that new
compromises would have to be struck, but Allen was opposed to change.
He liked the old arrangement, this new one sucked ass.

“
Allen
we need to talk about this like two adult people,” Frances
tried once again on the one night they were both home.

“
What
is there to talk about Frances, you have your shiny new life and you
don’t need me anymore,” he replied.

“
That’s
bullshit and you know it. Why can’t you just be reasonable for
once?” she asked irritably.

“
Oh,
I’m unreasonable?
Really
?”
he yelled stalking off to get a drink.

“
Look,
Allen, I don’t have time for your immature sulks right now so
I’m just gonna go and get some work done,” Frances said
heading toward her office.

“
Oh,
I’m too much of a baby for you, am I now? Now that you don’t
need me anymore is that it? Fine, I’m leaving,” Allen
said slamming down his drink and snatching up his car keys.

“
You’re
leaving? Where are you going Allen?” she asked changing
direction to follow him. He’d had more than one drink already,
he wasn’t in any condition to drive.

He
stopped to glare at her. “I have options you know. You’re
not the only girl in the world,” he bit out.

Frances
stared at him. “What does that mean?” she asked in a low
voice.

“
Figure
it out darlin,” he snarled, opening the door and stepping out.

“
You
want to leave me over some bullshit like this? Okay then, go! Leave!”
Frances began pushing Allen until his legs were outside the door.
Then she collapsed on the floor and cried until she had no more
tears. She didn’t expect that he would try to come back. He was
about as mad as she was. It wasn’t her fault; she was trying
her best. She couldn’t
help
the fact that her book had suddenly blown up; that she was now as
busy as he was. It wasn’t her fault they didn’t get to
spend as much time as they used to together.

It
wasn’t.

Frances
got up, snatched the keys to her jeep and went after him.

Ambulance
sirens, police cars and a crowd of curious onlookers greeted Allen
when he turned the car into their street. It looked like there had
been some sort of car accident and someone or someones were hurt
pretty badly. The police were directing traffic past the wreckage,
looked like a white car and a green jeep had-

Allen
braked so suddenly, he hit his head on the steering wheel. Thankfully
there was no car behind him but the cop was already walking toward
him waving his arm to indicate he should keep driving. Allen alighted
his vehicle and walked toward the wreckage, heart beating wildly.

“
Sir!
Sir! I’m going to have to ask you to get back into your car
and-“ the cop had reached him and was trying to push him back.

“
That’s
my wife’s car,” Allen heard himself say from a great
distance away. The cop abruptly stopped trying to push him.