The Color Of Love: A BWWM Billionaire Alpha Male Romance (11 page)

Dawson opened and
closed his mouth as he watched her holding his dick. They both felt
when it pulsed. Taking the smooth, shiny head in hand, Victoria
rubbed it against her outer cheek and across her lips, leaving a tiny
wet trail where ever it passed. As she traced her mouth with his warm
cock she opened her mouth just a bit, enough for him to stop
breathing - the anticipation was too much.

Finally Victoria
stopped torturing him and allowed her rough wet tongue to slide along
the shaft of his rigid dick before closing her mouth around the
length entirely. Dawson hissed and cussed at how painfully erotic the
entire situation was and Victoria delighted in pleasuring him. Her
skin was a glowing bronze and he watched in amazement as their skin
tones blended as she inhaled him into her mouth.

Writhing and
twisting, he tried to escape her vacuum like suction but she
tightened it even more. Dawson felt like his dick was hard to the
point of combustion and knowing this, she increased her speed. The
magic of watching her brown lips devour his white cock was too carnal
and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer - that wouldn’t
do.

Because he was
stronger, bigger and overtaken by passion, Dawson took control.
Wriggling away from her vacuum like lips, he hopped off the bed,
composed himself for a second and prepared to fuck her till her
mother came home. Lifting her in the same fashion as before, they
ended up on her tiny window seat where he sat, pulling her onto his
lap. It took a second to find the entrance to her wet, slick passage,
but when he did, he wasted no time in sinking his cock deep into her
pussy.

Despite Victoria
being on top, Dawson was fully in control of the depth of
penetration. His strong hand lifted and lowered her again onto his
throbbing cock causing deep cries of pleasure to come from his bronze
queen. The flow of juices coming from the depths of her slit made for
a smooth but intense ride. Victoria almost couldn’t take it,
but knew she couldn’t do without it either. To live without
having him in her life and bed now seemed unimaginable. Her pussy
clenched, trying to keep him as deep inside her as possible.

He was grunting now.
Each time he became submerged in her wetness, it became louder and
louder with her cries matching his volume and passion. The orgasm
snuck up on him and without warning the cum left his balls and shot
into her wet chasm surprising her. Still hard, he continued to stroke
and pound her pussy for a few more minutes before she too erupted
into a flurry of muscle tensing, skin crawling orgasmic rain.

It took a while for
both their trembling bodies to become still and relaxed and getting
comfortable on her old single bed became a challenge. He watched her
as she drifted off to sleep, like his perfect little angel and
promised himself to do a better job of protecting her from now on.
Dawson reminded himself that if he didn’t want anyone to harm
her that he would have to do better in dealing with her feelings. She
was sensitive and soft despite her tough exterior. Victoria was
precious.

Taking care not to
disturb her slumber, Dawson crept off the bed in search of the
bathroom which was not hard to find in the small cramped apartment.
He would have to offer to move her mother to a nicer one.

He didn’t see
it at first, but as he watched the urine trickle into the toilet, his
eyes confirmed that Victoria’s mother deserved better living
conditions.
Looking at the plastic flowers decorating the
toilet tank and the feeble looking towel rack, his eyes drifted to
the old Formica bathroom counter badly in need of repair and
eventually his eyes picked up the small pink box and little stick
laying there. His urine and his heart stopped almost instantly and it
was a while before Dawson realized it started beating again.

Forgetting to shake,
he stretched out his hand and picked up the simple but ominous stick
and counted the lines in the little window. He counted them again and
again, each time arriving at the number two. This definitely took
things to another level. Walking back to the bedroom, he sat on the
bed, all the while staring at the little instrument that would change
his life.

Shaking the mother
of his child gently, Dawson called her name.

“Victoria…
Victoria… wake up baby… wake up.”

She wasn’t
easy to wake and because he now had sensitive information, he tried
not to be overly rough with rousing her. Eventually, her beautiful
brown eyes fluttered open and she focused on his face and smiled.

“Did I fall
asleep?” She asked and he smiled back and nodded before
becoming serious again.

“What is the
matter Dawson? Is something wrong?”

His gaze never left
the stick and eventually she followed it to his lap where his head
was bent and focused. Her face was now serious too.

“My mother
said I looked pregnant, but I had no idea. I was in the middle of
taking the test when you came to the door. I am finding out now just
like you are.”

Victoria didn’t
know how to read his pensive face. Was he happy? Was he sad? Did he
want her to keep it? Would she have to face motherhood alone?

Finally, after what
seemed like a painstakingly long time, he placed the stick on her
miniature bedside table and turned to face her.

“I am honored
that a woman like you would carry my child.”

Tears had become
familiar friends with Victoria recently and suddenly they were back
again. Concerned, Dawson stroked her short hair and pulled her to his
chest. This time he wouldn’t let her go.

Marjorie came home
around five pm to find a tall green eyed white man at her dining room
table and her daughter nowhere to be found. For a split second, she
considered screaming or hurling the cheap porcelain figurine of the
Virgin Mary at his head. Dawson realized that he was in harm’s
way and rushed to introduce himself.

“Mrs. Jones…
I know this is odd, but I am Dawson Ledger, Victoria’s….
umm… boyfriend. How are you?” He strode over to her and
extended his hand. Marjorie eyed the statue.

“Where is
Victoria?”

“She went with
my chauffeur to get some peanut butter ice cream and said you would
be home much later. I hope you can forgive my intrusion.”

Marjorie was more
direct than her daughter and wasted no time in asking, “And
just what do you do that you have a chauffeur?”

Feeling
uncomfortable in the presence of Jones women was something he was to
be accustomed to. Both mother and daughter could appear quite
aggressive. Clearing his throat and adjusting the collar of his
shirt, Dawson simply said, “I am the CEO of a company.”

Disbelieving,
Marjorie made a sound of annoyance in her throat and ambled to her
kitchen where she deposited her bags and ignored Dawson who was still
feeling quite out of place.

Fifteen minutes of
silence later, Dawson was presented with noodles cooked in fish stock
and sprinkled with a
light mix of vegetables. Surprised, he accepted
the humble dish. This was a good family to be a part of. As he dug
his fork into the steaming bowl, Victoria came through the door with
her ice cream in hand, grinning. When she caught sight of her mother
through the kitchen door and Dawson with his fork in mid air Victoria
knew everything was going to be alright. Marjorie only offered food
to the people she got a good vibe from.

“Mom,”
Victoria crooned. “I see you have met Dawson. I hope he’s
been a good guy while I was out.”

Marjorie’s
walk suggested that she was agitated and when she asked her to follow
her to the larger bedroom at the end of the small hallway, Victoria
knew she was in for a scolding.

Once the door was
closed, Marjorie launched into her line of questioning.

“Did you take
the test?”

“Yes mother.”

“And what did
it say?”

“You were
right… I am pregnant.”

“And this
white man you’ve brought to my house… he’s the
father?”

“Yes mom…
he is”

“Now you must
forgive me for prying into your personal life, but I want to remind
you of the hardship we as a people face daily. I don’t know
this man and I cannot judge him, but if you are happy you have my
blessing. Just don’t forget who you are and what your life
goals are. Do you hear me child?”

Nodding like a
teenager narrowly escaping punishment, Victoria agreed to remain on
track and focused. No one else could walk her path in life, her
mother reminded her, and they would be the words she would live by.

When the mother and
daughter pair emerged from the bedroom Dawson expected the worse. He
too was about to get a warning from his girlfriend’s mother.
Most of the mothers he met were trying to push their skinny blonde
daughters up the aisle of the largest church where he was expected to
pay the bill. This conversation was unique.

“Mr. Ledger…
you are aware than my daughter is carrying your child?”

Cocky Dawson would
have said, ‘it’s none of your business.’ Humbled
Dawson said, “Yes Ma'am, I am aware.”

“And what are
your intentions?”

He was forcing
humility now and his better judgment directed him to be sincere.

“Well we plan
to take it one day at a time but I assure you Mrs. Jones, I will
support Victoria and our child in every way possible. I promise you I
will take care of your daughter in every way possible.”

“You said you
were a CEO of a company… does this mean we won’t have to
be running you down for child support?”

Both Victoria and
Dawson laughed at the question. The old woman however, was dead
serious.

Realizing that
laughter was not the best response to the grandmother of their child,
he answered in the most honest way possible. “Money is not an
issue Ma'am. The child will have whatever it needs and wants. He or
she will never lack. I give you my word.”

Satisfied that he
had answered the question sincerely, Mrs. Marjorie Jones nodded in
his direction and added before retiring to her room, “I have a
shotgun that hasn’t been used in a while. Don’t make me
use you as target practice. Been a lot of loss and suffering in this
family. I will not let you come and upset Victoria after she has
worked so hard to accomplish so much.”

Without excusing
herself, Marjorie got up and disappeared down the hall, leaving the
parents to be to breathe a sigh of relief. This had been an eventful
evening.

*****

Because of Abby’s
advice and words of reason on trying to place himself in Victoria’s
shoes, he wanted to stay in the apartment with her, but her mother
was a good Christian woman and would have none of it. If only she
knew how many surfaces they blessed when she was not at home.

When the couple
decided it was time to get back to running their respective business,
Marjorie gave Dawson a fruit cake which he hated but took anyway. In
an act of acceptance she gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was now a
part of the family.

Back in Florida,
Palette and DMC Theater live had survived without their boss’s
presence and had been in the papers quite a few times. DMC’s
most recent play had reached international acclimation and Palette
had been called to cater for the white house. Things were looking up.

As Murphy’s
Law would have it, things didn’t stay calm for long and it was
something Victoria expected. People began to call in sick as the
presidential dinner came closer and one of the actresses from the
play and her understudy got into a car accident. Still, the couple
persisted to rise to the occasion.

Victoria had been
two months along before she told Abby about the baby and she giggled
while literally jumping for joy. The next day when Victoria arrived
in the kitchen, Abby presented her a cupcake decorated with a tiny
chocolate colored stork carrying a small white baby. Only a friend
would be able to get away with the message the cupcake communicated.

While enjoying the
roller coaster of feelings and emotions that seemed to naturally
accompany any pregnancy, Victoria observed several things, but one in
particular bugged her. Dawson was yet to tell his family about the
baby and Uncle Thomas was the only person from his family she had
met. It agitated her immensely.

A knock on the door
of the large office Dawson insisted she occupy, interrupted her
thoughts. Running her hands through her fast growing curls, she shook
herself back to reality. “Come in,” she yelled and Dawson
appeared, grinning as though he was bearing the most special news.

“How are you
Victoria? It’s been an hour since I checked in with you.”

“I am just a
bit sleepy but otherwise I am ok.”

Walking around to
her, he planted a kiss on her cheek and sat on the desk with his eyes
sparkling. Victoria waited for him to spill the beans, knowing full
well he wouldn’t tell her anything until he was good and ready.
After a few seconds of staring and smiling at her, he stood up and
announced, “It’s time for you to meet my family. It’s
up to you if you want to announce the good news with me or if you
would rather me do it myself.”

“Which do you
think is the better way to go Dawson? They are your family so you
have to tell me.”

“Well, I don’t
think there are any more like Uncle Thomas but either way they are
going to find out. I think it best we tell them together before the
media picks it up and runs with it.”

“I had started
telling myself that you were planning to hide me and the baby away
forever. It’s about time.” Victoria chided.

Smiling at the
woman he had fallen in love with, he announced, “Never
Victoria. I am more than proud that you would allow me in your life
and I want to show you off. Don’t let me hear you saying things
like that again. It annoys me.”

“Very well
Dawson.”