Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (13 page)

His hips
were still twitching, sliding on instinct, stuttering aborted
movements as Frances kept sucking him, and drawing out the sensation
until Allen felt raw and full with it. Allen pulled free with a
chattering of teeth, hot shivers running up his spine. He settled his
hips next to Frances’s head, upper body lying across the length
of her torso, chest to belly. He sucked two fingers into his mouth
and pulled them out dripping, his other hand moving each of Frances’s
legs up and apart. His fingers traced a circle around her rim, making
it glisten before he dropped his head and licked. Frances practically
twisted out of her skin at the touch of Allen’s tongue, and
Allen was still not a hundred percent sure about this, but fuck it,
he was here, and winding Frances up even more was exactly what he
wanted. He settled the tip of his tongue into the crease, nudging
experimentally, and Frances bucked, pushing into Allen’s chin.
The taste is slightly musky above the familiar salty tang of skin,
and Allen stiffened his tongue and pressed deeper. He could feel the
ring of muscle close around him, so tight and searing hot and Frances
got so crazy that Allen grabbed her by the thighs, held her open and
still. It didn't taste like much now that he was inside, and he
thrust deeper. He felt Frances quake to the tips of her toes,
gasping; and then let his tongue slide out, tip catching and holding
just inside the ring of muscle. He held Frances down then, craning
his neck for a better angle, and fucked her with short, sharp jabs of
his tongue until she was whimpering, hands clawing as they reach for
Allen before they fall away again, squeezing fists into the cushions.

Allen
finally tugged his tongue free of Frances, tracing a line along the
dripping wet gluteal cleft, so ready and needing. Allen sucked on his
fingers again until they’re glistening, thick droplets clinging
to the tip, and pushed both of them inside Frances’s body. He
watched her body spread open around his fingers, taking him easily,
and shoved in all the way to the end. Frances sounded like she was
dying when Allen pushes a third finger inside her. He teased and
played, fingers crooking against the sweet spot for a while before he
spreads them apart as far as he could, Frances’s whole body
going rigid. He fucked Frances with deep, hard thrusts of his hand,
her whole body rising into shivering, sweating knots, spine bowing up
from the settee.

“
God...Allen,
fuck me.”

“
Not
yet.” Allen twisted his fingers, enjoying the shiver that raced
through Frances, the flex of her inner muscles, clinging to him, wet
and hot.

“
Allen,”
Frances gasped in a breathless rush. “Please.”

“
Anything
else comes out of your mouth besides moaning and I’ll stop.”

Frances
shut up, and Allen knew what an effort that must be at this point,
the way Allen’s been teasing her. Allen lowered his chin,
getting a finger on her sensitive nub as he licked a thin line along
her insides, latching his mouth onto her with a quick twist of his
neck, breathing out hard. Frances was moaning and making helpless
noises deep in her throat that went straight to Allen’s dick.
When he was hard again, he curled his fingers inside Frances, letting
the tips drag and push against slick muscle all the way out, and tore
his mouth from her clitoris.

Frances
jerked against the settee, whole body seizing against the sudden lack
of sensation, hands scrabbling over Allen’s skin. Allen sat up
on his knees and grabbed her shoulders, rolling Frances over on her
stomach. Allen sat up and did a 180, switching his knees on either
side of her head and straddling her, balls brushing against the back
of Frances’s neck. He pressed his hands against the couch and
lifted his knees, settling his shins against Frances’s back
before he slowly straightened his legs, body sliding down Frances’s
until he was melded belly to back against her. He angled his hips up,
cock head teasing against Frances as he lay his arms on top of hers,
thumb and forefinger circling her wrists and holding tight as he put
them up over Frances’s head, pressing them into the cushion as
he thrust with his hips, head falling back as he sank into her like a
knife through warm butter, body swallowing him easily, greedily.

“
Fuck,
Frances.” He closed his teeth at the base of her neck, holding
as he strained all the way to the end, bodies meeting, Frances
arching into the thrust as much as she could with Allen’s
weight on top of her. Allen dug his toes into the settee, shoving
just a fraction of an inch deeper, and Frances’s hands clutched
useless and empty against the cushion, muscles and tendons flexing
under Allen’s palms.

Allen
let his teeth slide free of Frances’s neck, whispering against
her skin. “Fucking dying for it, aren’t you?” Allen
snaps his hips back, slamming forward before Frances could answer,
and the sound Frances made, the way she arched into Allen and spread
her legs wider was more than answer enough. But Allen wanted to hear
more, cock dragging back slow and driving in with an upward thrust as
he hit that spot inside of Frances, squeezing her wrists. He inched
up, chin hooking over Frances’s shoulder, whispering hot and
thick as he seesaws his hips in and out.

“
That
how you want it, Frances? Like it like this?”

“
God...
Allen. Fuck... yes,” Frances rasps, words tearing from her with
an effort as Allen drove into her again.

“
Gonna
fuck you raw and useless,” Allen promised, growling the words
with a vicious thrust. He held on to the bones in her wrists and let
his mouth slide back down to cover the knob of bone at the top of her
spine, teeth digging grooves into the skin as he curled his stomach
in and under, drilling into her. Hard, fast, vicious strokes, so
fucking good; Frances’ hips twitching up helplessly from the
cushions with every down-stroke.

Allen
sucked against the skin between his teeth until he knew the skin was
bruised purple with blood and finally tugged away, hammering into
Frances. “Know what you want, Frances,” he whispers,
twisting the angle of his cock as he keeps going, tonguing against
the mark on the back of her neck. “Not gonna get it until you
ask.”

The
words burst from Frances’s lips like a flood, neck pushing into
Allen’s mouth. “Please, need to, God, please.”

“
Need
to what?” Allen demanded, body slamming into Frances so hard
that her whole body jolted an inch up the settee.

“
Need...”
Frances arched, moaning as Allen kept fucking her. “God
...I.... fucking... hate you...”

“
What,”
tongue licking a wicked trail up the back of Frances’s neck,
“do,” fucking deep and pulling out fast, “you,”
fingernails digging into Frances’s wrists, “need?”

“
Need...
God,” Frances gasped, almost senseless.

“
Not
God,” Allen growed, fucking her even harder.

“
Fuck,”
Frances groaned. “You’re... such... an asshole.”

“
But
I’m the asshole... that’s gonna make you come,”
Allen purred with heavy promise, smirking as he ground into Frances.

Allen
could feel Frances shudder, muscles rippling and tensing, and then
the words pulled from her, desperate and broken. “Fuck, Allen.
Touch me. Need to... God... need to come, Allen, please. Please.”

Allen
released Frances’s wrist and slid his fist between them. He
pushed against Frances’ sensitive nub, hot, flushed skin, slick
with wetness. Allen played with it for a second before he pressed his
finger down and rubbed at Frances just as hard as he was fucking her.
Frances came with the force of a bullet from a gun, shuddering and
shivering as Allen’s fist was suffused with fluid. Allen’s
hips stuttered as Frances locked down around his cock, muscles
fluttering and squeezing--
oh,
fucking Christ
…They
both bucked and shivered and shook, bodies working counterpoint
rhythm, and Allen locked his teeth at the top of Frances’s
spine and bit hard. Frances cried out, whole body flexing and coiling
against Allen, muscles locking around Allen’s dick, and there
was a split second where Allen couldn't breathe, couldn't see—and
then his nerve endings caught fire, shooting sparks all through him
before they exploded, body blotting out everything except the extreme
force of pleasure ripping through him.

When he
could think again, Frances was spread boneless and shivering
underneath him. “Yeah... fuck...Fran. So good,” Allen
rasped, hips dragging and pushing to fill Frances slowly as he rode
out the last edge. He finally collapsed against Frances, both of them
sweaty, hearts beating like a trip hammer, neither of them able to do
anything but lie there sticky and fucked out and trying to breathe.

Fuck...that
was..that was incredible
.
Allen wondered if it was going to be like this, from now on. Not that
it hadn’t been extremely good before; but this new Frances
added a new dimension to their sex life; probably unburdened by the
baggage of the past, perhaps she was just doing what came most
naturally. If that was so, Allen couldn’t wait to see what
would come next.

He slid
out of Frances with a last shiver and pulled himself over onto the
settee. He didn’t make it far, falling shoulder to shoulder
next to Frances, both of them on their stomachs. Allen turned to
stare at Frances and saw that she was breathing evenly, in and out;
eyes closed. He must have wore her the hell out. He smiled smugly,
unable to help himself and got up to go clean himself up before
moving them both to the bed and falling asleep with his arms around
her.

*****

Frances
woke suddenly to a dark room and the feel of a heavy arm lying across
her chest. She wasn’t sure what was happening for a minute but
then it all came back to her…all of it. She shot up, staring
wide eyed into the dark and felt Allen shift, murmuring nonsense
words in protest of her sudden movement before relaxing again into
sleep.

“
Fuck,”
Frances whispered moving his hand away and sliding to the side of the
bed to get up. “Fuck fuck fuck,” she said hand on her
stomach as she crossed to the bathroom to stare in the mirror.

“
I’m
pregnant?” she asked her reflection in horror. Her reflection
didn’t reply; just mirrored her expression back at her. “How
can I be pregnant? We were using protection…mostly,” she
continued to speak with her unresponsive reflection.

“
Fran?
You okay?” Allen’s husky voice seemed to be coming
closer. For a moment, Frances wanted to hide but then she realized
that he knew already…knew and was fine with it. In fact, he’d
been exceptional in helping her cope. Frances turned to look at him
as he came to a stop at the bathroom door. She stared as if she’d
never seen him before. He watched her watching him for a while,
eyebrows slowly rising higher and higher.

“
Fran?
What’s going on?” he asked at last.

“
I
remember,” she said hollowly.

He
stared at her as if waiting for further clarification, “What?”

“
I
remember everything,” she said slowly as if he was brain
damaged and deaf to boot.

“
You
remember,” he repeated looking at her with hope in his eyes.
“Who you are?”

Frances
nodded her head.

They
stared uncomprehendingly at each other for an interminable amount of
time.

“
Fuck,”
he said.

“
You’re
telling
me,
”
she replied.

Allen
opened his mouth and closed it again, unable to find words. Frances
smiled at him, and the she began to laugh, which made
him
smile. Pretty soon
they were both clutching each other and laughing hysterically. They
laughed so hard they had to sit down for a minute and just breath.

“
Wow,
I needed that,” Allen said.

Frances
punched him on the shoulder.

“
Ouch!
What was that for?” he complained rubbing at his shoulder with
a twisted look on his face.

“
Everything.
You walked out on me you bastard,” she said.

Allen
smiled wryly, “So you remember that.”

“
Yeah!
And what the fuck did you mean by that nonsense about having options
or some shit?” she demanded.

“
I
was just fronting and you know it. I left, drove around a bit, and
came right back. Only to find emergency services milling about in my
driveway and what looked like a body bag being carted away,”
Allen said. Then he punched her on
her
shoulder.

“
Ouch,”
Frances said rubbing absently at the site. “It wasn’t my
fault,” she said sulkily.

“
Yeah
it never is, is it?” He snapped. Frances threw a sidelong
glance his way and then sighed and leaned her head back against the
door jamb.