ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: M.V.B. - Most Valuable Baby (Sports Secret Baby Romance) (Contemporary Interracial Pregnancy Romance) by Lexi Ward Page A

I loved how big I was compared to her petite frame.
     
    My voice was desperate as I gripped her waist. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered reverently. The need to lose it was clawing at my resolve and I slowed to be gentle. I eased into her, burying my face into her hair as I slid deeper. She pushed her hips backward to feel my thighs against the curve of her bottom. Every thrust made my balls slap her dripping cunt, and she bit the couch to keep quiet. I pressed my lips to her shoulder, and I wanted to melt inside her.
     
    Slowly first, we moved together, in sync. We met in the middle as we found a pace. My fist found her hair as I pumped into her. “No one else,” she moaned. “I don’t want anyone else.” She whispered as her head fell forward. I released her hair and found her hard clit between her legs. One hand on the back of her throat, the other rubbed slowed circled on her slick clit, spurring her need to come apart. I sped up as she shuddered against my body, legs trembling and heart racing.
     
    "Cum now," I said my voice a hard rasp, as I pounded into her, driving into her with all the strength I had. She cried out, her muscles wrapping tightly around my cock, and I gave way with a final rush that sent flashes of light across my eyelids. She wailed into the couch, fighting the scream as the feel of me between her legs became too much to bear. The orgasm was too much, draining me as I splintered apart and collapsed against the couch cushions. Both of our brains struggled to work - my thoughts scattered and I held onto her long enough to say, “You’re mine.”
     
    I pulled out, kissing her barely conscious body and dressed her. Then I carried her light frame back to her bed.
     
    “Mine, mine, mine, mine,” I whispered as I closed the door, and I may have imagined her whispering back, “always.”
     
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    You know that feeling when you wake up and think that last night was too good to be true it must be a dream? Well, I felt like that, right before I panicked because Emmy wasn’t anywhere beside me. She normally snuggled up to me like I was her teddy bear. We couldn’t afford too many, and so she got accustomed to using me as her own. Where was my child? Who was she laughing with?
     
    I jumped out of bed with a short heart attack occurring. Nothing could stop me from finding my child. What I found was shocking. I forgot all about Liam. There he was, playing with Barbies, talking in high voices as Emmy offered him imagined tea.
     
    My adrenaline plunged at the sight of her. She was safe, and that calmed me. I leaned against the doorframe, taking them in. Side by side I could see their similarities. Her dirty brown roots a mixture of our blonde and black mixture. Her eyes were brown like his. They had the same arched nose. She giggled as he wiggled his doll, pretending that the tea’s too hot. Against my dingy carpet, in the light of day, my antique lampshades and thrift store couch looked old. It looked ugly, and he seemed too good to be true. This was what a dream looked like. Right?
     
    She noticed me first.
     
    “Mommy! Mommy!”
     
    Per usual, I took her outstretched arms and pulled her into my arms.
     
    “Good morning my love!” I said, kissing her wild hair.
     
    “Morning,” she said squirming under my tickle fingers.
     
    “How’d you sleep little monkey?” I asked, allowing her to swing from my front to my back.
     
    “I slept, great Mommy.”
     
    “Did you dream?” I pulled her with me onto the couch.
     
    “I did. I did!”
     
    “Were they good?”
     
    “They were!” She cheered before sliding to the floor with Liam.
     
    “I see you met my friend.”
     
    “Uh huh.” She nodded without looking at me. “He’s my new friend.”
     
    I loved how Emmy saw everyone as a possible friend. She said it as a fact. She said it, so it was fact. He was her friend.
     
    “Is he now?” I said, smoothing down her wild curls.
     
    “Uh huh.” She