The Beautiful Billionaire

LINDEN “Are you okay?” I couldn’t ignore the worry in her voice.

“I’m better than okay. Now lean over. I need to kiss you.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Her lips barely brushed against mine, and I tilted my head to kiss her. Her mouth opened, and I deepened the kiss, delving my tongue in.

“God. Baby, I missed your taste.” I was hungry for her- starved. I controlled myself in the hospital for almost four days and couldn’t take it anymore. I craved for her. I wanted more of her. At this moment, I had fewer options.

I cupped her tits, putting a little pressure on my kneading. I instantly felt her wetness. Fuck yeah. She wanted me, too, eager and ready. When I pinched her nipples, she moaned into my mouth. My hands slid around her back down to her hips, my silent demand.

She tore her mouth away, planting kisses on my jaw, down to the column of my neck. I shuddered, threading my fingers through her hair. She flicked her tongue on my nipple and laved in circles, tormenting me a little.

For now, the pressure on my cock began turning to pain. She kisses the bruises on the side of my abs.

“Baby, please. Put your pussy on my dick, or I will lose my mind.”

She raised her head and groaned. “You’re impatient.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Silently, she positions her hips, raising a little. Her touch jolted me as she skimmed down my abdomen. I gasped and shuddered. My impulses warred. My heart thundered.

As she reached between my legs, she gripped my cock, and did stroke twice before she positioned it in her entrance. I began panting in anticipation.

“Breath, or I will stop.”

“Your hand feels so good. And I’m fucking throbbing hard, and you’re wet. What do you expect? Will I turn into a stone? I can’t control it.”

She paused. “And since when did you become talkative during sex.”

“I guess I am desperate that I’m defending my value.”

“You’re value or your ego?” She snorted. She found it funny when I was having a hard rock cock.

“I just want you, Estelle.”

“You said you can control it.”

“I guess I was wrong.” My mind lingered with doubts that I might end up with blue balls tonight. I frowned. “So, am I gonna jack off, or you blow my mind?”

“Poor, baby.” She smiled wickedly, and I thought my dick pulsed against her grip. Her knees spread wide, brushing my cockhead to spread her wetness. And she hummed as it nudged her swollen clit before sitting on me.

“Fuck.” My word dragged out as she deliberately and slowly sank into me. My hands tightened around her hips as the weight of her on top buried my cock deeper. Her heat seeped into me. “Damn, you feel so good, baby.”

She leaned her palms on both sides of my head, her tits on my face. I was like the luckiest, having all my most precious gifts. I didn’t know which to pick first.

“So good.” She pressed so tightly against my base, grinding as she could feel my cock throb and her clit pulse.

I captured her nipple with my mouth, making her moan loud. She began rocking against me while I helped her bring her hips up and down so I could take her forceful and deep.

She rocked my world. She was unstoppable, searching for her orgasm, giving me what I wanted and needed.

Moans, groans, hums, skin slapping. We were breathing hard. We were sweating. I was a little scared with my lung, but it was worth the pain.

“God, baby. I’m going to come.” If my cock could swell any further, it might explode. I was so aroused my world spun. Each rock, she ground for friction.

“Fuck. Faster, baby.” My voice was rough and gravelly. Almost broken with desperate need. My hands were on her hips as I kept her steady and matched her rhythm, rocking her.

With a touch of a little pressure of my thumb on her clit, her head fell back. Her spine stiffened, her body tense. She shuddered, dropping her body onto me as her orgasm flew through her. It hurt, but I couldn’t care less.

The raw, familiar feeling submerged as my orgasm shocked me, growling against her neck as my release went on and on.

***

“Oh, my God,” Estelle gushed as the boy walked to the backyard. “I’ve been expecting you.” She knelt before Emery, who was slightly shy and smaller than his age. “I’m Estelle, and you are Emery.”

“Hi, ma’am.” Offering his little hand for a handshake.

“Aw.” Estelle giggled as she turned her head to look at me and mouthed, “he called me ma’am.”

I smiled. My heart warmed. No doubt, she was ready to be a mother.

“Come with me.” Estelle didn’t go his hand, and they walked hand in hand in my direction.

“He can be a little shy, but just wait for a while. He will be talkative,” Skyla told Estelle.

“He’s so cute and well-mannered.” Her smile never left her face as they reached me. “Emery, I want you to meet your mom’s friend and my husband. “This is Gabe.”

“Hello, sir.” He held his hand out again, but I offered a fist bump. He fist-bumped into mine.

“Call me Gabe.”

He nodded and sat beside his mother.

“Do you like cookies, Emery?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m your mommy’s friend, so you can call me Estelle. Come with me. I’ll show you our cookies.”

He looked at Skyla, probably asking for approval.

“You can go. Just behave, okay?” Skyla touched his head. Her simple gesture showed me how much she loved her son.

Once Estelle and Emery were out of my sight, I turned to Skyla.

She suddenly became conscious. “You know. Estelle told you.”

“Yeah. We don’t keep secrets.”

She looked down. I could feel and see the guilt in her actions. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. I should be the one apologizing. I hated you for years. I abandoned you when you were alone when you needed someone. I should have been there. Why, Skyla? Why didn’t you tell me the truth? Instead, you lied to me. You make me believe you cheated on me. For fuck sake, I believed it.”

“Because I was ashamed. I was lost, and I felt guilty.”

“You’re the victim. Why did you feel guilty?”

She inhaled deeply. “I shouldn’t have gone to that bar. I thought I could trust my friends and their girlfriends. I trusted them.”

“None of this is your fault. I’m so sorry.” I reached out for her hand and squeezed it. “You’re not alone anymore. I am here. Me and Estelle and my friends.”

She wiped her tears and looked up. “I’m sorry. I wanted your help, but after finding out you’re with someone, I can’t drag you into my mess.”

“Too late. Even Estelle won’t stop until you get justice.”

“She’s something, isn’t she?” She smiled- a genuine smile.

“Yeah.”

“I think we wouldn’t be together even if I told you what happened to me. Maybe we could still be friends because looking at you right now, happy, you deserve someone like Estelle, no baggage.”

“No baggage?” I snorted. “Are you kidding me? She almost married an asshole.”

Skyla laughed softly. “Really?”

“It’s a long story for another time.” I swallowed before I threw my most terrifying question. “Who did it to you? Is it Miles?”

“No.” Of course, it wasn’t. She looked at her hands, twisting her fingers. “I told you it’s Miles because he was the only man who believed me and stayed by my side without judgment. Even my own mother told me I was crazy that after getting pregnant, I blamed it on someone because I couldn’t keep getting into someone’s pants. You know how she really rooted for us.”

“Do you still talk to your mother?”

“No. Since I left town, she hasn’t seen Emery. She didn’t even reach out.”

“Who’s he?”

She swallowed before she revealed the man who violated her. “Jake-”

“Jake fucking Boyd?” I was already growling, my hands in fists as I narrowed my eyes at her. “Motherfucker.” Hence Emery’s skin color.

Skyla went silent.

“Why didn’t you go to the police?” My nose flared. My face was heated with anger.

“I woke up naked in a motel room. He just finished-” Skyla’s tears rolled down her face. “He threatened me, my mom, and dad, and threatened to kill you once you return. He said he has pictures of me naked.”

“Motherfucker. Did he ever find out you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah. We bumped into each other in a convenience store. He grabbed me, dragged me to the corner, and threatened me if I would not get rid of it. I was five months pregnant. It was impossible.” She sniffed. “I just told you that time that I was-”

“I remember. I went back and requested another deployment.”

“I thought of it many times when I found out I was pregnant. But even if I did, you would still find out someone molested me or got pregnant and had an abortion. At least lying to you wouldn’t hurt you that much. That’s what I only had in mine.”

“Come here.” I pulled her close to me and hugged her tight. “We will get that motherfucker. I promise you. He won’t threaten you again. This time, we will get him and get what he deserves.”

“Well, I didn’t see that coming.” The voice of Sax behind us pulled us away.

Skyla went back to her seat, wiping her tears.

“What did I miss?” Sax bounced his gaze between me and Skyla. “Is Estelle okay with this? Because the last time I heard. He pointed at Skyla. “You, whoever you are, broke his heart, yet here you are, hugging my best friend. Whatever story you cooked up, I’m not buying it.”

“Shut up and sit down, Ryder,” I ordered without a hint of emotion because he just pissed me off with his judgment.

He incredulously stared at me. “You’re kidding.”

“Sit the fuck down.”

Glaring at me and Skyla, he sat on the chair far from her. “What is your agenda?”

“Will you please, for the love of God, shut your mouth for a second?”

“Fine. But whatever is going on, you won’t get help from me.”

“You’re still talking. If you don’t help, I still have men who could do better than you.”

I noticed Skyla hide her smile.

“Ouch. So, can I go now?” He was ready to leave. His ass was already in the air.

“No.” I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. “What do you know about Jake Boyd?”

“Jake Boyd, the ex-military, now owned a bar in the Bronx?”

“Yeah.”

“Our guys sometimes go to his bar. He once joked about joining the team. What do you want from him?”

“That’s good. Invite him to visit Osmium. Show him around. If he doesn’t ask the owner, don’t tell him.”

“He probably knows you own Osmium, given your face is all over the magazine and the internet. I need more info if you want my help.”

“Jesus.”

“Since when do you become tight-lipped about anything going on? Oh, yeah, since Greer.”

I sighed. “Not right now-”

“It’s okay, Gabe. I under-”

“He molested her.”

Sax’s mouth gaped and stopped blinking, but he turned to stare at Skyla. “That psycho. I’ll kill him myself. When?”