An Heir for the Billionaire Werebears(9)

"You're unbelievably beautiful."

He stared into my eyes as we joined our bodies, his cock sliding into my soaking wet *. He set a slow, smooth pace for us. He rocked into my body with the motion of the ocean, and I closed my eyes. I was filled with peace and love, for Asher, our baby, and Xavier. It was all going to be good.

When our climaxes came, they weren't sharp and sudden. They were slow, welling up inside of us. I began to flutter, and he began to pulse inside of me. He kissed my eyes before he slowly filled me with his come. He pulled out of me and rolled to the side. I put my arm and top leg around him, and our faces were right next to each other on our pillows.

"I'm happy about the baby," I told him.

"I am, too."

He kissed my forehead. "Now rest. If you're pregnant with a baby bear, you better get some sleep."

I didn't know why I was tired all the time. It wasn't cold, so I couldn't be hibernating. But somehow, all my energy was gone. I nuzzled my face into his neck, and I was out like a light.





Staying In






When I woke up, I was still naked and in Asher's room. I felt between my thighs. I wasn't sticky, so he had cleaned me up while I was asleep. I picked up my clothes, and I went to my room to put on a new outfit. I put on a gray skirt with a chocolate-colored shirt.

I went downstairs and saw Xavier. He whooped and spun me around.

"Gentle!" Asher barked. "You *, she's pregnant."

"It's ok!" I said, seeing Xavier's frown. "I'm not that delicate."

He kissed me, a big smacking kiss on my mouth, before he put me down again. "You're pregnant! This is the best news ever. Do you want to go out to celebrate?"

"No," I said, raising a single brow. "I'd rather stay in."

Xavier knew what I meant, and he gave me a very sexy lopsided grin.

"I think that could be arranged. I'll get a chef to drop by with the food already prepared, and we can...stay in."

He picked up his phone and texted someone.

"What are you doing?"

"Using Magic."

Was he a wizard? "What?"

"Magic," he said. "It's an app. You ask it for what you want, and they make it happen. I want a decent meal delivered in the next hour. They'll make it happen. They charge you extra if you need something fast but," and here he shrugged, "money isn't really a problem for us."

I looked at their expensive Bel Air mansion. "You can say that again. Your basement is insane."

He smiled at me, with genuine pleasure in his eyes. "You like it? I designed it."

"You designed it? It's fantastic."

He looked at his watch. "We have some time. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Okay." I touched his arm. "Lead the way.”

Asher stayed upstairs while the two of us walked to the stairs.

He brought me down into the basement, and he headed in a beeline for the theater room.

"I'll set an alarm on my phone for 50 minutes. They'll ring the doorbell anyway."

"Shouldn't you be on the first floor to hear it?"

"Nah," he said, shaking his head. "The doorbell is part of an intercom system. It rings throughout the entire house."

He sat down and patted his lap. "Right here, girl. Got you the best seat in the house."

I sat on his lap timidly, at the very edge, near his knee. He pulled me back deeper, so that my back was touching his front.

"Better," he proclaimed. He picked up a remote from somewhere and started the movie.

I have no idea what went on in that movie. I knew that it was a James Bond movie featuring Daniel Craig and his incredible eyes. There was a female whose name I didn't catch. The movie was Casino Royale, and there were random people with guns. At one point, James pulled out a gun from his sliding glove compartment, which I considered a safety hazard.

Mostly, though, my mind was on the scent of the man behind me. It was full, rich dark spice, better than anything you could buy from a store. He put his chin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and I could feel the abrasion of his beard.

Frankly, I did not know if he was paying attention to the movie, either. His hand crept between my thighs, and he eventually got impatient. Instead of rubbing my clit through two layers of clothes, he slid his hand under my skirt, under my skimpy panties, and right to my clit. I gasped quietly through a fast orgasm in front of him, wiggling. He withdrew his hand from under my skirt. I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

"Lean forward."

I put my legs on the outside of his, and I leaned forward. I had no idea what was happening on screen at this point.

He pulled my underwear to the side, and then he pulled my body down on his waiting dick.

"Uh," I grunted, as he filled me up.

"So good," he panted behind me. He began crashing into me violently, with the force of a tsunami. He came fast, spilling inside of me. He kept his dick in place as he moved us over to the edge of the couch.

Before I could ask what he was doing, he took a tissue out of a box and as he pulled out, he wiped me up.

"Don't want to get come stains on your skirt," he told me.