Chapter 8 #2
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” I squeak, before trying to bring my voice down a register. “Just changing.”
“Great,” the billionaire remarks. I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “Let me know if you need help with any zippers.”
The alpha male is right because when I finally get the gown on, there’s a fastening in the back that’s hard to reach.
But I’m determined to do things myself, and contort into a pretzel before finally zipping up all the way and staring in the mirror.
Immediately, my jaw drops because the woman gazing back at me isn’t plain Ella Moore anymore.
Instead, she looks like a princess with gleaming golden hair flowing over one shoulder, and a flush to her rosy cheeks.
The pink fabric hugs my curves without being obscene.
It’s obvious that I’m pregnant, but not in a bumpy, lumpy, and ungainly way.
Instead, I look like a glowing Madonna, my burgeoning tummy cosseted and even graceful.
Plus, the décolletage is low, showing off my Double D’s which seem to have grown with the pregnancy, and my hips are wide and sassy due to the clinging fabric.
But when I move my leg a bit, a frown crosses my features because I’m wearing granny panties underneath, and you can see them through the side slit.
Granted, the panties aren’t too ugly. They’re boy shorts that are almost grey from being laundered so many times, but that’s okay because I think “greige” is the fashionable color at the moment.
The problem is that they show at all, ruining the image of a beautiful princess.
Frowning, I reach down to try and pull up the material to hide it behind the pink taffeta of the gown. But there’s simply too much panty, and it’s impossible to pull it up higher than it already is. What should I do?
“Do you have a safety pin?” I call to Nick outside.
“No, I definitely don’t have a safety pin,” he smirks. “Why?”
“I was just wondering,” I mutter while fiddling with the dress again. God, is there any way to fix this? I try to pull the material of the boy shorts backwards so that it shows less at the front, but that does no good either. Damn, I should have put on a thong or g-string before I came.
“Everything okay?” Nick calls. “I’d love to see you, Ella. I’m sure you look flawless.”
For a moment, I contemplate going out there with the granny panties visible.
It’s fine. It’s not like we’re out in public where people will laugh.
But then my heart turns over because I look like a beautiful vision, and I want Nick to see me as such.
It’s been so long since that first night we met when I was dressed up in my former boss’s gown, and I miss the magic of that steamy encounter.
I want Nick to view me as gorgeous and desirable, and with only a second’s hesitation, I pull off the boy shorts so that I’m completely bare beneath the dress.
Staring at myself in the mirror is another woman. A daredevil. A sexy, sinuous witch who’s glamorous and one hundred percent comfortable in her womanhood. I lick my lips, and they become shiny and bee stung, kissable in the low lights. At that moment, Nick calls out again.
“Ella?” he growls. “I’m waiting.”
Without giving myself more time to dawdle, I step out from behind the screen and the billionaire’s expression is more than I hoped for.
Nick’s jaw drops as a harsh flush alights on those high cheekbones.
He blinks once, and then twice, slowly, his gaze dropping from my big bust, to my narrow waist, to my wide hips and then all the way down my exposed leg before going back up.
“Like what you see?” I ask in a teasing voice, a smile on my pretty pink lips.
With his eyes still glued to my figure, he raises one hand and makes a twirling motion with his finger.
Immediately, I obey and do a slow three-sixty with my arms spread out.
I really do feel like a fairy princess, and my breathing becomes elevated as my heart thumps.
What’s going to happen next? I stop turning and stare at the billionaire, our eyes locking.
The expression on his handsome features is positively savage, his eyes eating my curvy frame up.
“Fuck,” he bites out.
“Is everything okay?” I ask innocently.
Nick’s blue eyes are burning like coals, and he grinds out the next phrase. “Ella, I don’t ... Ella, I can’t ...”
I know what he’s saying and step forward before placing both of my hands on each side of his handsome face.
His skin is hot to the touch, lighting a fire in the pit of my belly.
But the emotion between us is all too real as an arc of electricity sizzles between us, his features devastatingly handsome yet tortured.
“Ella, you don’t have to—” Nick begins again.
“But I want to,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.
“I’ve wanted this ever since you came back into my life, Nick.
” Then, I close the distance between us and press my lips against his.
Nothing happens at first. The alpha male is perfectly still, like a statue beneath my touch and I wonder if I’ve done the wrong thing.
But then, a surge of energy overtakes him, and before I know it, he’s devouring me, his mouth hard and demanding as his hands rake through my hair.
“You don’t have to do this,” he rasps again between hungry kisses. “You don’t owe me anything, Ella.”
I’m melting against him now, my insides combusting as the alpha male takes what belongs to him.
“But I want to, Nick,” I whisper in return, as hungry as he is. “I need this.”
The words blow all of his inhibitions out of the water and within seconds, his hands are roaming my figure with hunger. He squeezes my big breasts before popping them out from the décolletage of the dress, those blue eyes hungry as he stares at them.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he rasps before bending his head to suckle at a pink nipple. His mouth is ravenous and insistent, and I cry out as hot jolts of pleasure go straight from my tit to my cunt.
“Oh!” I cry out breathlessly, tossing my head back. “Oh my god!”
“You taste so good,” he mutters against my flesh before popping off and latching onto my other breast hungrily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m already beginning to lose my senses.
This man overwhelms me in every way, and hot need courses through my veins as my thighs squeeze together with anticipation.
It’s as if Nick can read my mind because he chuckles deep in his throat while reaching one big hand to caress my leg through the slit in the dress.
“Damn,” he groans as he slides his fingers upwards. His hand goes up and up and up and then suddenly, they’re there. He’s skimming his digits over my wet pussy and lets out a low chuckle as I cry out again.
“That’s my slutty little girl,” he murmurs while patting my labia before giving my clit a gentle pinch. “No panties, sweetheart?”
I stare at him with dazed eyes.
“I had panties on but they showed through the slit, so I took them off,” I murmur in a breathless pant. “It didn’t look good.”
Nick merely chuckles again, lightly patting my pussy again before pulling his fingers away to examine them. The thick digits glisten with my moisture and I flush hotly because I’m so wet that it’s embarrassing.
“You’re soaked, honey,” Nick drawls, that smirk appearing on his handsome face again. “But I like it.” Then he does something dirty. He lifts his fingers to my mouth and pushes them between my lips. “Now suck.”
I do as he asks without thinking, my plush pout closing obediently around his digits and tasting the tangy sweetness of my most intimate fluids.
“Good girl,” he purrs while those blue eyes flare with lust. Then, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth before bringing them to his own mouth for a taste. “Fuck, you taste good. I like my girls slutty and wet, Ella, and you definitely fit the bill.”
Then, he reaches for my pussy again, stopping to rub my clit as hot shivers run through my cunt.
“Oh!” I cry out breathlessly, my head tilting back as I grasp those broad shoulders. “Mmm, that feels so good!”
“Tell me what you like, Ella,” Nick coaxes as he gently rubs the underside of my clit before giving it a stiff pinch. “I’m happy to do anything you want, sweetheart.”
“More, more,” I cry out as a flood of juices drench palm. “Mmm, yes!”
Nick chuckles darkly, his features hungry as he seizes my mouth in another deep kiss.
Then, he walks me backwards until I’m seated on the plush couch before pulling back to stare at my lush form.
My tits are out, ivory and huge, and the pink fabric gapes to reveal my thick thighs and moist cunt.
The alpha male’s blue eyes flare with lust, but he needs more.
He wants more, and before I realize what’s happening, he’s put both his hands on the front of my dress and ripped the material straight down the middle.
The rose fabric tears with a loud rrrrrip, and parts to reveal my plush, pregnant figure.
I gape at him, surprised and aroused at once as my big tits heave.
“The dress!” I gasp. “Oh my god!”
“Fuck the dress,” Nick growls before bending his head to latch onto a big breast. “I’ll buy you a hundred of them.”
I can’t reply because his mouth feels so good on me, and our lovemaking has catapulted to another level. Nick’s on me everywhere at once, his mouth questing and seizing, as his hands play with my tits, belly, and then pussy.
“Ummm!” I cry out, helpless beneath his masterful touch. The man niggles my clit before sliding his fingers down and deep into my pink hole. The flesh contracts around his powerful digits, making him groan.
“Fuck,” he moans, blue eyes almost glowing now. “I need you, Ella. I have to have you, but I’m afraid of hurting the baby.”
I stare at him in a daze.
“We won’t hurt the baby,” I mewl in a small voice. “He or she is fine in my tummy.”