Wedding Planning With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance)

by J A Fielding

  “Here, in The Hamptons,” she said looking at him.

  “What?!” he asked in surprise. Natasha kissed him.

  “It’s kind of sweet actually. Made me think of hooking her up with Jay,” she said with a smile. Mitchell laughed.

  “We do have some pretty crazy exes, don’t we?” he said looking down at her.

  “I’m not worried. Mona gave her the whole ‘I’m from The Bronx’ thing and I also gave her a piece of my mind plus, you just told me that you’re here to stay,” she said. Mitchell looked at her.

  “I am and tomorrow I tell that to the world in front of God and all our friends and family,” he said. She looked up at him, a bit tongue-tied. She wanted to go back to her room but somehow she could not break away. “You do know we cannot spend the night together, right?” he said, feeling himself getting hard, to his dismay. She nodded.

  “I know,” she said quietly as she pulled away from him.

  “But,” he said pulling her back into his arms. “I can give you a quick taste of tomorrow night,” he added as he turned her around. Natasha smiled as she looked at his reflection. His face was burning with desire as he looked at them in the mirror. He undid the bath robe at the front and let it fall to the floor. “You naughty girl,” he said when he saw that she wore nothing underneath.. She smiled as she undid his own robe.

  “You are not wearing anything either,” she said as she felt him pressing against her bare bottom.

  “Yeah but I am in my room, unlike you,” he said as he palmed one of her breasts. She gasped a little as her nipple instantly became hard in response to his soft touch. “Want me to stop?” he asked looking at her reaction in the mirror. She shook her head and held on to the dresser. He smiled and let his hand drop down to her core. He gently parted her legs and looked at her closing her eyes as he gently touched her sensitive clit. “Open your eyes,” Mitchell said when she attempted to close her eyes to hide her pleasure from his stare. She looked at him as he suddenly bent her over the dresser and pushed his hard cock inside her moist cunt. “You are mine,” he said as he sunk inside her. He pulled out and sunk back deep inside her, feeling her and filling her every fold. She moaned a little when she felt him inside her. He palmed her breasts again, this time both of them before he thrust into her again. She raised her head to look at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were shut tight as he pushed himself inside her over and over again.

  “Say it again,” she pleaded in almost a whisper as he worked himself in and out of her.

  “What?” he asked as he opened his eyes to look at her.

  “You know what,” she said as she steadied herself when his thrusts became more insistent, more resilient. He pulled himself out of her completely, making her gasp. He then played head of his cock around her opening before he pushed himself inside her again.

  “You. Are. Mine.” He said as he thrust into her deeply, insisting on each word as he buried himself inside her.

  “Yeah I am,” she said as he fucked her hard. “And you are mine,” she said looking into his eyes. She felt him slow down as he looked into her eyes in the mirror.

  “Yes, Tasha. I belong to you and no one else,” he said in a soft voice before he begun moving himself in and out of her again, this time a bit more gently than when he first began. She grabbed on to the edges of the dresser tightly as she felt herself about to give in to the pleasure. “Come on baby. Give it to me,” he said looking at her. He knew. It was written all over her face. She tried holding back as much as she could. He suddenly increased his pace, encouraging her to let go. “Come on, baby,” he said again as he thrust into her hard. Natasha moaned loudly as she felt herself releasing all over his length. Soon enough, he was pumping his own life into her as their gazes interlocked. He stood behind her panting as he regained his strength. She pulled away causing him to slip out of her. A messy mixture of their orgasm dripped down their legs and finally to the floor.

  “I can’t wait to call you my wife,” he said turning her around. She reached for her bathrobe and kissed him while fastening it.

  “I can’t wait to call you my husband,” she said before walking towards the door. Mitchell turned around and looked at her.

  “You are just going to leave like that. We won’t even have a quick shower?” he asked. Natasha turned around and smiled.

  “This is us, Mitchell. We never have quote unquote quick showers,” she said smiling. “And if I stay the night, we will definitely be late for our own wedding,” she added. She blew him a kiss and shut the door softly behind her. She could still hear Tyrone and Stacy moaning loudly as she walked past their door. Clearly, no one was going to sleep without a fix tonight.

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  Natasha looked at her reflection in the mirror. She could hardly believe that it was her. She loved the gown Rita had picked out for her. It was a strapless Vera Wang dress with a single purple strip for a belt and a tousled finish. It was simple but just right for her. As per her Nan’s advice, she had decided to have her natural curls rather than have her hair straightened. The curls were pulled up in a simple bun piling up on her head. There were a few loose curls on either side of her face giving a perfect view of the pearl earrings she wore. She looked at her reflection as her Nan hooked the matching pearl necklace around her neck.

  “I don’t believe I have ever seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful,” Estelle said standing behind her granddaughter. Natasha smiled back at her and put a hand on her Nan’s.

  “Thanks for being here,” Natasha said. “This is traditionally a mother’s role…” her voice trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes. Mona quickly walked up to her and raised a warning finger.

  “You better not mess up that make up,” Mona said wagging her index finger at Natasha who was now fanning her face frantically and trying to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. “That’s better,” Mona said smiling.

  “Yea, because if you cry then we will all start crying,” Stacy said as she held a finger under her eye. She was officially in charge of the flower girl and page boys. Natasha looked at Rita, Stacy and Mona and smiled. This was the most lovely bridal party she had ever laid eyes on. Rather than do the traditional ugly dresses for the bridesmaids so as to flatter herself, she had chosen to go with short sleeveless v-necked satin dresses, all purple. They wore silver strapped heels while the flower girl had on a white dress to match the bride, decorated with purple flowers.

  “You guys look so good,” Natasha said just as Pam entered the room.

  “Miss Black, I have to say, your wedding must be among the top ten loveliest weddings I have ever had the pleasure of planning,” she said beaming. “I must say that these small intimate ceremonies are simply charming,” she added.

  “I hate to say I told you so,” Rita said smiling at Natasha. “But I told you so,” she said in unison with Natasha.

  “Yes, less is more,” Pam said as Estelle walked towards the door. Natasha turned around.

  “Nan, why do you have to leave so soon?” she asked looking at Estelle.

  “I have been with you for 26 years love,” Estelle said with a smile. “But I have to go and take care of my other baby.”

  Natasha smiled back at her. As much it had been almost a year and a half since she moved out to her own place, she knew that her father was still super attached to her, being an only child and all.

  “It’s okay, Nan,” she said looking at Estelle. “See you inside,” she added as Estelle walked out.

  “So, everything is just the way we talked about. We have exactly two hundred guests,” Pam said as she walked over to where Rita was standing. “Unless there is something you’d like to change I think everything is fair play,” she added.

  “There are forty guests leaving tonight,” Rita said looking at Pam. “Are their flights in order?” she asked. Pam nodded.

  “Everything is in place,” Pam answered as she handed Rita a document to sign. Natasha figured that it was probably the last payment
she would have to sign for that evening.

  “All right. I will leave you guys to finish up but the procession is in ten minutes,” she said before walking out. Mona walked towards Natasha, holding the tiara.

  “You ready?” Mona asked. Natasha took a deep breath and looked at her reflection. She nodded and Mona began to put the tiara in place. The tiara was custom made to match the pearl wedding set she had on. “Beautiful,” Mona said in a whisper after putting the tiara in place.

  “Now for the finale,” Rita said as she fixed the veil on and finally brought it over Natasha’s face. “If that isn’t a work of art, I don’t know what is,” she said as Stacy walked up to them. Natasha felt her eyes well up again. “Tasha, so help me God, if you mess up your make up I will kill you,” Rita scolded. Natasha smiled and looked at her beautiful bridesmaids in the mirror.

  “I love you guys,” she said before turning around and giving them all a group hug.

  “Okay, now we have got to go,” Rita said as she handed Natasha a bouquet of red roses. Natasha smiled at them as they left the room. Her heart was pounding faster by the minute.

  “I thought your mother looked beautiful on our wedding day but I think you are the prettiest bride I have ever seen,” Natasha heard her father’s voice coming from the door. She turned around and slowly walked towards him.

  “Thanks daddy,” she said as Eric planted a kiss on her forehead through her veil.

  “Ready?” he asked smiling. She took a deep breath and nodded. Eric took her arm and led her to the chapel. For Natasha this moment, being with her father ready to give her away to the man of her dreams, this was the best moment of her life.

  The End...

  For Now! Part 4 of the series is coming VERY soon, if you want to be informed on when it's out sign up for updates at www.jafielding.com.

  More Books By J A Fielding

  If you haven't read the previous parts to this story yet, you can check it out here:

  Part 1: Is Mr White Mr Right?' (A 'black woman white man' romance).

  Part 2: 'Mr White Proposes' (A 'black woman white man' romance).

  Part 3: 'Wedding Planning With Mr White' (This book you're reading now).

  Part 4 of the series is coming VERY soon, if you want to be informed on when it's out sign up for updates at www.jafielding.com.

  The other BWWM story by myself is Why Do I Like White Men?, so you may want to check that out as well. :)

  Other books in different niches I have written include:

  1. Coffee And Vampires (A vampire romance)

  2. Vampiric (A vampire romance)

  3. Terror Luca (A action adventure starting female agent Laura Liverpool. Join her as she hunts terrorist Luca).

  If you want me to write more stories of a similar nature, please leave a positive review of this book. If I get enough I'll write more. Thanks.

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  About J A Fielding

  Hey my lovelies, J A Fielding here! You want to know more about my writing? Ok, here goes :

  I've written a number of stories on different subjects, and am always coming out with new and exciting tales to help you escape the bores of the 'real world'. Whether you're into vampire romance novels, action and thrillers, or different looks at the world we live in, you'll find them all in my books.

  I'm always open to writing on new subjects, so if you want to suggest any story ideas for me, leave a positive review on one of my current books and mention your story idea. If it's something I feel I'll enjoy writing, I may give it a go. I will of course leave you a credit in the book for inspiring the book idea ;)

  I hope this is only the first of many chats we'll have, and I look forward to strengthening this relationship through my books and your reviews. Speak soon. :)

  J A Fielding.

  Important: The follow up to Wedding Planning With Mr White is coming VERY soon. If you want to be informed on when it's out, sign up for updates at www.jafielding.com.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  More Books By J A Fielding

  About J A Fielding