My Pregnancy Contract With The Billionaire

Chapter 9

Cristine’s heart raced as she made her way to Andrei’s bedroom, her steps faltering slightly as she approached the heavy wooden door. Every fiber of her being felt the weight of what lay ahead, and though she had steeled herself to follow through with her commitment, she couldn’t ignore the gnawing tension that clawed at her resolve.

She took a steadying breath and knocked gently, the sound barely audible. After a moment, Andrei’s calm, composed voice invited her in, and she stepped inside, finding him by the window, bathed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. He turned to look at her, his expression unreadable, and for a brief second, she felt the full force of her vulnerability in that quiet room.

"Cristine? what are you doing here." he asked her.

"Let's do it.. let's conceive." she insisted.

"Are you sure, you're ready now?" he asked again. She just nodded.

Andrei’s eyes softened slightly as he took in her nervous demeanor. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his gaze focused and intense. There was no awkwardness, no hesitancy on his part. His hand brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle but firm, guiding her closer.

They exchanged no words—there was an understanding between them that words might break the delicate balance they both maintained.

Andrei’s hands moved with practiced ease, but when his fingers brushed against the buttons of her blouse, a subtle hesitation flickered across Cristine’s face, and her breath hitched ever so slightly. He paused, looking down at her with a frown, and his eyes seemed to search hers, as though sensing her unease.

“Cristine,” he murmured, his voice low. “Are you…certain about this?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I’m… I’m here to fulfill my duty.”

Her words hung in the air, and as she spoke them, she felt a wave of conflicting emotions. She had committed to this, had signed her name on the dotted line, knowing full well the magnitude of her decision. But there was something raw and vulnerable about being here now, standing on the precipice of something so intimate, so real.

Andrei’s hands moved again, slower this time, with a new tenderness that hadn’t been there before. His touch was uncharacteristically careful as though he had sensed something fragile within her that he didn’t want to break. When their bodies finally intertwined, his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer, and he continued to move with a gentleness that both surprised and comforted her.

"Andrei, take me. Don't worry about be, let's just do it."

He gently pushed her onto her back, and kissed her. When he paused, she leaned up and placed a kiss on his soft lips. Pleasure jolted through her as she felt his manhood growing harder against her. She couldn't stop herself from moaning when she felt him grind against her ever so slightly.

"Relax," he muttered breathlessly as he kissed her neck. His hands wandered up her shirt and onto her sensitive breasts. He knew just how to squeeze them. "Can I touch you there?"

Again, she nodded, She whimpered as she felt his hand sliding down into her panties.

As he began to work his magic on her. His fingers worked in just the right way. Gently circling her clit and teasing her entrance as he kissed her like she'd never been kissed before.

But it was when he finally held her that the truth became apparent to him.

"Ouch.."

Andrei paused, his gaze darkening as he looked down at her, and she could see the realization in his eyes—a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something unreadable. His voice, usually so composed, held an uncharacteristic softness.

“Cristine…” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re… a virgin?”

She felt heat flood her cheeks, and though she wanted to look away, she held his gaze, forcing herself to be honest. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

A long silence filled the room, his hands pausing in their exploration, and he took a measured breath, his expression more somber now. She watched him process this new information, his brows furrowing in contemplation as he continued to hold her close.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly, his voice edged with concern. “This isn’t… it’s not something to take lightly.”

Cristine bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. “I didn’t think it mattered,” she admitted. “I knew what this arrangement was, what we agreed to. I didn’t want… I didn’t want to make it complicated.”

For the first time, Andrei’s stoic exterior seemed to falter, his expression softening as he looked down at her, his hand lifting to touch her cheek with unexpected tenderness. “Cristine, you didn’t have to… keep this from me. You’ve already agreed to so much; you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

She swallowed, feeling the lump in her throat as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I am ready,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “I need to be. We have to conceive."

But Andrei continued to look at her with a kind of understanding that she hadn’t expected, and he let out a sigh, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. “You don’t have to force yourself,” he murmured. “Not for this.”

Cristine’s resolve wavered for a moment, but she reminded herself of the reasons she was here, the motivations that had driven her to make this choice. Her grandmother’s medical bills, the looming threat of eviction, the suffocating debt that hung over her—all of it flashed through her mind, and she felt a renewed sense of determination.

She met Andrei’s gaze with a steadiness she hadn’t known she possessed. “I know this isn’t… typical,” she began, her voice quiet but resolute. “But I made a decision to be here, to do this. I’m prepared for what it entails, Andrei.”

He studied her for a long moment, his expression a mixture of respect and uncertainty, and then he gave a slow nod. He seemed to recognize the strength in her gaze, the conviction behind her words, and though his hesitation remained, he moved forward with a gentleness that left her breathless.

Cristine moaned as his slid his finger inside her and started rubbing just the right spot. Her legs were shaking a little and he was instinctively grinding against his hand as his fingers expertly rubbed her most sensitive spots. She couldn't take the overstimulating pleasure anymore and she tried to push his hand away from, but it didn't budge even a inch. It was like trying to push a concrete wall.

"Oh god, Andrei... oh yess. oh, please, you need to stop, mmm oh god," she moaned, her eyes were shut so tight and her whole body felt so warm and tense. She did not anticipate it. She never felt this kind of feeling.. this kind of pleasure.

She was on the edge when he suddenly stopped. By the time she opened her eyes, he was standing up and undressing himself. He was staring at her with so much hunger in his eyes.

"Andrei" she muttered under her breath as she watched him undress. Under his clothes, there was nothing more than a man: tan and muscled, with hair on his chest and on his strong arms. When she lowered my eyes, she saw his hard cock... it was so alluring, so sexy, so perfect. she had never saw a man before.

And there, he got back on top of her. He looked at her longingly before he started kissing her again. Soon, she felt him against her p***y again, but it wasn't his hand this time. He teased her with the tip of his c**k. It was driving her crazy.

"Please... Andrei. Put it in," she begged shyly.

"Easy..," he groaned as he pushed inside me just a little, "Mmm you're so wet. Oh.. Cristine.."

He moaned as he kissed her neck. It felt so good, but she was starting to get nervous.

"Andrei.. mmph... wait," she begged softly as she tried to get him to stop kissing her long enough to tell him that she wasn't ready yet.

"Just relax, darling," he murmured, "I know what I'm doing," he pushed deeper inside me.

"Oh god," she whimpered as she nervously tried to scoot out from under him and push him away. He suddenly grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her eyes widened in pain at first and then she shut tightly again as he slowly pushed all the way inside her. His lips and tongue tangoed with hers as he started thrusting in and out of her lips. The pain was electric but then the pleasure eventually started melting over her.

"That's right," he grunted rhythmically as he thrusted into her, somehow hitting the sensitive spot inside her every time. His c**k filled and stretched her perfectly.

"Oh Andrei, oh god, oh yes, oh god," She moaned louder than ever. She writhed under him with her wrists still pinned above her head. Her breasts heaved and bounced with every thrust.

She felt herself getting closer as he whispered her name. Then he reached down and started rubbing her clit in gentle circles and pumped his c**k into her faster than ever. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched under him. He didn't need to pin her hands down anymore because all she could do was grab the sheets.

"Oh Andrei, oh god, Andrei.. mmhh, oh yes," she moaned. He was grunting and moaning and panting on top of her as he f****d her. Her body seemed to float above the bed as his s*x pumped in and out of her. She felt like she was in a cloud of ecstasy as the whole room disappeared around her. She could somehow see the stars. With one more thrust, the clouds disappeared and she crashed down. She was shaking and tightening around his big c**k, screaming his name out, and digging her nails into his back. And then she couldn't think. she couldn't speak. All she could feel was the rolling waves of hot pleasure cascading through her body as he filled her with his c*m.

"Thank you.." he whispered as he kissed her. I felt so warm and content underneath him as she drifted off.

The night continued, and though they both approached the intimacy with care, there was an unspoken understanding between them that transcended their contract.