Page 44 of Dirty Billionaire

“Pregnancy hormones?” I ask, smirking.

I remember this part, and it’s not horrible.

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I only found out five seconds ago. Just fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Ward,” Penelope pleads, emotionally overwhelmed and needy.

I get it.

I feel the same.

The need to get inside her is desperate.

When we’re both naked, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my body. My cock presses an inch inside her warm sex.

Christ.

I swear it’s not just women who are affected. Knowing she’s carrying my child has me feeling like I need to slam inside her and stake my claim.

Plant a damn flag.

“Please. Now.” She grips my hair painfully.

I place her down on the bed and my dick slips out. Not for long. I lie over Penelope and slide my eager swollen head through her pink folds.

“You’re soaked,” I growl.

“Now. I need you deep.” She begs.

I cup her breast and pinch the nipple with my thumb and finger, taking a moment to enjoy this.

I glance at her stomach, knowing the beginning of life is in there, and my cock lurches. My head presses in, and we both groan loudly.

Yes.

“Fuck me.” Placing my hands on the bed linen, on either side of her head, I thrust.

Once.

Hard.

Deep.

“Yes.” Penelope arches off the bed, taking me in deeper, her nails scraping down my back.

I do it again.

And again.

Until we both lose control, and my body is slapping against hers as my come rushes out of me into her hot tight pussy.

I collapse down on top of her, gasping, as my brain catches up with what has just happened.

“Holy hell,” she says under me.

Lifting my head, I wipe Penelope’s soaking forehead and stare right into her soul. “I don’t know how this has happened so fast, but Idolove you. I think I loved you the moment I first saw you.”

“You don’t have to say that, Ward.” She smiles lovingly at me.

I nudge my cock inside her. “Feel that?”

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