My Pregnancy Contract With The Billionaire

Chapter 13

"Andrei..."

She responded to his kiss with a flirtatious, cheeky need of her own, as if she were challenging him to satisfy her.

He moved his hand under her dress, between her legs, and slowly slid his fingertips up the insides of her thighs, her heat and wetness drawing them higher like magnet. He let them just barely hover over the crotch of her panties which he knew were drenched without even touching them. When he did finally let his fingertips tease lightly over the wet spot, he heard her whispered moan. They were beyond soaked. For Andrei, he don't know if his c**k has ever been harder than it was this that night that they tried to conceive. Images kept flowing through his head: his hard c**k inside her, his hands on her ass as he slowly moved from behind her. Her wetness and heat bursting around his c**k. His c*m dripping into her panties that night. What was certain was the moist heat pulsing into the soft cotton between her legs now.

He slid the sopping scrap of fabric down her thighs, turned her around, and whispered urgently at her to get on her knees on the bed. She did as she was bid. He pushed her dress up around her hips and unzipped his jeans. When he slid his c**k inside her she was more drenched than he had ever felt. The insides of her thighs were glazed with arousal. Hers? His? I immediately imagined him cumming inside her, filling her. The thought made him hungrier, harder, almost crazed.

"Oh God, Andrei... ohh.."

"Ughh.."

He slid one hand up her back and grabbed a handful of her hair. She cried out again and again as he f****d her harder now, her wetness and the thought of his c*m inside her, around his c**k, making him swell inside her. She turned back to look at him in the eyes and in that moment—just for a split second—he caught a glimpse of an expression on her face that signalled defiance, even triumph. Her p***y contracted around his c**k, pushing him to the brink.

“I’m going to c*m,” he said gruffly. The heat of his spunk burst deep inside her, and they pulsed into each other for a few moments, both struggling to catch our breath. When he slowly pulled out, it was a thrill to see how much of my c*m was dripping out of her swollen slit. Mixed with hers.

Still semi-hard, the thought rekindled her almost frenzied desire. He had to taste her. With both of us still breathing hard and her dress still pushed up around her hips as she lay on the bed with knees slightly bent, He put his face between her thighs and slowly licked up a drizzle of c*m glazing her thigh.

"Ohh... Andrei... yes..."

She moaned softly, encouraging me. He worked slowly and almost meticulously to lap up each drop that oozed from her p***y, glancing up to see an astonished, ecstatic look on her face. She moaned again when as his tongue gently lapped and suckled her lips and then her clit. He was rock hard again, her p***y like a swimming pool of wetness and c*m and velvety pleasure inviting him to dive in.

“f**k me,” she whispered urgently. “f**k me again.”

She was so aroused now that her wetness dripped on his balls as he f****d her. They f****d with an almost savage need for each other. He was possessed, as if he was superhuman, like he could go on for hours now without cumming if he wished. The images kept flashing in his mind’s eye: her expression as she came against his hand, her mouth around his hard c**k, his seed on her lips. She came again in a wave of fluid.

“c*m! I want you to c*m inside me, Andrei..” she cried out.

He slowed down, f*****g her more deeply. She reached back and grabbed his hard d**k and slid it out of her.

“More, Andrei..” she gasped in an urgent whisper. “I want you to f**k me more..”

He pushed the head of his c**k slowly inside her. She cried out as soon as he entered again, she's tight and hot around her as he slid it in. Her cries got louder and higher pitched as he slowly penetrated deeper. He reached around her hips and put her hand against her wet slit and clit. She placed her own hand over him, pushing his fingers against her, inside her, as she continued to moan and cry. His shaft had slid all the way inside her now, and he gently rocked back and forth, sliding just a millimetre with each thrust. For a second an image of his c*m on her ass after he had f****d her. He could feel every spasm and movement she made around her c**k. Her cries grew louder and higher pitched, and she gripped his hand against her slit as she came again. He held on a second longer and then the hot burst of his c*m exploded around his c**k inside her.

After that Andrei stood up, and went straight to the bathroom.

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After Andrei left the bed so abruptly, Cristine lay back, staring up at the ceiling, her mind spinning. The night had felt more intimate than she’d expected, the moments between them charged with a warmth she hadn’t thought Andrei capable of. But his sudden retreat to the bathroom made her second-guess everything, wondering if, for him, it was just another part of their agreement—strictly business, without any hint of sentimentality.

With a sigh, she glanced toward the door he had disappeared through. Perhaps this was just Andrei’s way of keeping his distance, reminding her that their connection was temporary and for a purpose. She felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly pushed it away, knowing she couldn’t afford to dwell on it.

Determined to focus on her goal, Cristine lay back and tried to push any thoughts about Andrei’s cold behavior out of her mind. Reminding herself that her purpose here was singular—to conceive a child as outlined in their agreement—she began recalling everything she’d read about increasing the chances of conception. She wanted this to work; she didn’t want to waste more of Andrei’s time, nor endure the growing pressure on her.

She took a deep breath, then glanced over at her phone resting on the nightstand. A quick internet search had revealed that elevating her legs could potentially help sperm reach the egg. Feeling slightly silly but also resolute, Cristine scooted back on the bed, propping her legs up against the wall as she lay on her back. She stayed there, silently counting down the minutes, reassuring herself that this was worth it.

With her legs still up, her mind wandered to the conflicting emotions she was experiencing. The past few weeks had already put her through a range of feelings she hadn’t anticipated—meeting Andrei, the terms of the contract, the complicated mix of emotions after their first night together, and now his standoffish behavior. She had braced herself for this journey to be challenging, but she hadn't expected it to tug at her heart the way it did.

She had almost convinced herself that a simple business arrangement like this would be easy to handle. But as she lay there, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation. For Andrei, it seemed straightforward—an exchange, a contract fulfilled. Yet, for her, the reality was different. She was to carry a child, his child, within her—a constant, intimate bond that she could already sense would feel complex and layered.

Lost in thought, she barely noticed when Andrei returned. He stood at the doorway for a moment, observing her unusual position against the wall. His usual stoic expression softened slightly, though his voice retained its controlled tone.

“Cristine, what are you doing?” he asked, a faint note of curiosity in his voice.

Startled, she scrambled to straighten herself, her face flushing. “Oh, I... I read somewhere that it might help to... you know, improve the chances.”

Andrei’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “You don’t need to go to such lengths. Just let nature take its course.”

Cristine nodded, feeling embarrassed but refusing to let it show. She cleared her throat and sat up, adjusting her robe. “I just want to make sure I’m doing my part,” she murmured.

Andrei crossed his arms, his gaze intent as he studied her. “You’re doing more than enough. I understand that this situation is… unusual. But it doesn’t mean you have to overthink it.”

She wanted to ask him more about his feelings on the situation, on whether he ever felt the strangeness or gravity of it. But the look in his eyes suggested that he was done talking, at least on that subject. And as much as she wanted to bridge the distance between them, she couldn’t ignore the fact that he seemed content with their emotional separation.

“Right,” she said softly, almost to herself, her gaze dropping to her hands.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and, without further comment, turned to leave. “Get some rest,” he said, his voice as neutral as ever. “We’ll revisit this in a few days.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, Cristine was left alone with a complicated mix of emotions. The space he had left felt cold, like a tangible reminder that, to him, this was still purely a transaction.

The next morning, Cristine awoke with a renewed resolve to throw herself into this agreement wholeheartedly, regardless of Andrei’s demeanor. She couldn’t afford to be distracted by feelings. She had entered this arrangement with a clear purpose, and she would see it through to the end.

Days passed, and she found herself slipping into a routine within Andrei’s household. She kept to herself, interacting with the house staff as necessary, and focused on maintaining her health and preparing her body for the potential pregnancy. The anticipation was an unusual feeling, one that constantly kept her on edge.

Finally, the day of the pregnancy test arrived, and Cristine could feel her heart pounding as she stood in front of the small kit, waiting for the result. Andrei, standing beside her, appeared outwardly calm, though she sensed a faint tension in his posture.

The minutes stretched into what felt like hours until, finally, the results appeared—negative.

Cristine’s heart dropped. She’d invested so much hope in this first attempt that the disappointment felt like a physical blow. She swallowed, trying to mask her disappointment, but the crestfallen look in her eyes was unmistakable.

Andrei’s face softened slightly. He glanced at her, and she could see a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “Cristine,” he began, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I understand this is disappointing. But pregnancy is often not a simple, immediate process. It’s not unusual for it to take time.”

She nodded, feeling a slight relief at his words, though her disappointment remained. “I know… I just wanted to make it work right away. I thought if I tried hard enough…” Her voice trailed off.

“It’s not something you can force,” he said, his voice holding a rare trace of warmth. “Don’t place all the burden on yourself. These things… happen when they’re meant to.”

Cristine bit her lip, nodding, trying to absorb his words. In an odd way, hearing this from Andrei, who usually maintained such a formal distance, brought her a small amount of comfort. But she quickly reminded herself that her focus needed to remain on the task. There was no room for emotional entanglements.

“I appreciate that, Andrei. Thank you,” she replied softly.

He nodded, his expression shifting back to his usual composed demeanor. “Good. Let’s just keep focused.”

After he left, Cristine spent the rest of the day processing the disappointment. She took his advice to heart, resolving not to let this setback deter her. They would try again, and she would continue doing everything possible to see this through.

Despite the challenges and the complexities of her emotions, she knew this was the path she had chosen, and she would see it through to the end.