Billionaire's Secret Baby

Book 5: chapter 55

I held the door for her to get into the car. My dad picked up Makayla so she could give Deira one last hug while I walked around to get into the driver's side. We waved at everyone, and I drove away. As we wove through the grounds of the estate, I kept looking over, stealing glances at Deira as the dappled sunlight flitted over her, turning her hair gold and making her skin glow. I could feel heat pooling in my groin and a desperate need coursing through my veins. I thought again at how long it would be until we got to the hotel that night, and decided it was simply too long.

Instead of turning toward the main road, I looped us around toward the back of the estate. I remembered a particularly secluded spot that was perfect for what I had in mind. A few minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop.

"Is something wrong?" Deira asked, looking over at me curiously.

"Nothing's wrong," I replied with a wicked grin. "I just don't want to wait until we get to Hawaii." When she realized what I meant, she blushed and smiled coquettishly, pushing a curl behind her ear.

"Cassius," she protested, giggling, "we'll miss our flight."

"I'll buy us new tickets," I murmured, leaning over to kiss her as I slid my hand between her legs. Her eyelashes fluttered at my touch, and a small moan escaped her lips. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me, the lust in her gaze matching my own.

"Well, if you're paying for twice as many tickets," she said, pushing me back into my seat, "I better make sure you get your money's worth." She reached over and undid my pants, freeing my already hard cock and bending down to wrap her lips around it.

For a moment I thought back to that first night together, her on her knees in my hotel room, dragging my underwear off with her teeth. I'd thought nothing could get hotter than that, but this was better. Now she was mine, forever. Every part of her. Her perfect body, her smart and creative mind, her fierce and passionate heart. Not to mention... I groaned as her tongue circled the tip of my cock, and her lips slid down my shaft. Yeah, those parts were mine, too.

She paused and lifted her head to kiss me, then leaned back to look at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Cassius," she said, "I want you inside of me." She was trying not to smile, and I realized she was teasing me, seeing if I remembered our game that night, when I had refused to give her what she wanted until I was ready. I remembered. I tangled my fingers into her hair.

"Finish what you started," I ordered her, ever so slightly tightening my grip in her pretty curls.

"Yes, sir," she grinned, and let me push her head back down. As soon as she took me in her mouth again, I shuddered. I was so close. I leaned back and let myself give in. A few strokes later and I was climaxing. After I finished, she wiped her mouth and sat up with a smug, self-satisfied look on her face.

"Don't get too pleased with yourself," I told her. "Your turn's next."

"Oh," she said, her smile growing, "I hope so."

I grabbed her and dragged her onto my lap, holding her tightly and kissing her hard. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I could feel the warm sun on us as I let my hands roam all over her body and my tongue explored her mouth. She tasted warm and sweet. I put my hand between her legs again. She put her hand on mine, guiding my fingers inside of her. She was soft and hot and wet, and I knew by now how to touch her to make her gasp and moan. She writhed against me and started to rock against my hand, but I was not ready for her to come yet. I withdrew my hand and she dug her fingers into my shoulder and begged, "Please, don't stop." I had no intention of stopping, but I could feel my dick getting hard and I wanted to fuck her properly now. I opened the driver's side door.

"Get out of the car," I commanded, teasing but firm. She obeyed. I followed her out, shutting the door and pressing her against the side of the car for a long kiss. Then I stepped back.

"Take off your underwear," I instructed, and she reached under her dress to take them off, sliding them sexily down her slender legs. She held them out to me, dangling them coyly from one finger. I took them and tossed them lightly back into the car before leading her to the back seat.

"Get in," I told her, and she climbed in on her knees. She stopped halfway across the seat, turned to look at me over her shoulder, and then slowly pulled up the skirt of her dress to reveal her perfect ass. For a moment I was stunned at the site of this gorgeous woman-my wife-on her knees in the backseat of my car, waiting for me.

"Cassius?" she said, breaking my daze, "do I have to beg? Because I will."

"Yes," I said hoarsely, putting my hands on either side of the back door and leaning toward her. "Beg me."

She turned around and crawled back to where I was standing, and kissed me hungrily. "Please," she begged, "I want you now!"

I didn't even let her finish the sentence before I crushed her to me, my mouth on hers. I pushed her roughly back onto the seat and climbed in on top of her, pushing her legs apart with my body. With my hands on her hips and my cock nearly inside her, I barely managed to restrain myself. I wanted her to beg more. She whimpered and bucked up against me. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, and she looked up at me, her eyes full of want. As if she knew what I wanted, she whispered, "Please... Cassius."

When my name slipped out of her lips, I couldn't bear the anticipation any more. I thrust into her, and she cried out with pleasure. She met the movement of my hips with her own, and I let her continue this motion for a while, until the tension built and I wanted to possess her, to dominate her like I knew she liked. I moved my hands back to her hips and held them tightly as I increased the rhythm, pounding into her as she started to moan and then to scream. I could feel her tightening around me, and I knew she was close. I was close, too.

She dug her nails into my arms and gasped out my name as she came. As I felt her climax I finally let go and gave in to my own pleasure. I leaned forward, capturing her mouth with mine as I came. For a moment, I ascended, and when I came back to Earth I was lying in her arms, sweaty and spent and sated. As our breathing slowed to a normal rate, she gently ran her fingers through my hair.

"Well, Mr. Reade," she asked flirtatiously, "was it worth missing our flight?"

I lifted my head and kissed her deeply before replying.

"Yes, Mrs. Reade," I said. "In fact, let's miss a flight again tomorrow."

She grinned at me, and nodded. "Yes, please."

The End.