ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Jane Price

  “God... Oh God... I missed you so much...” I gasped through my tears.

  “God, I love you... I love you more than anything in the world...”

  Those were about the only things the two of us managed to speak to one another through the suction of our lips on one another, pressing and twisting and unable to pull ourselves apart, his taste something I missed even greater than I'd realized prior to now.

  My body suddenly ached for him, and I craved intimacy with him, needing to know beyond a doubt that he was really real, that everything I thought was happening was in fact true and tangible. Of course, there were so many questions buzzing through my mind as well- why hadn't he told me he was coming home?

  Had it simply been his goal to surprise me, and if so how long had he planned to do so? How long would he be staying, or would I have to say goodbye again just as quickly as I said hello?

  But for right now, all of that was secondary, and all of it seemed as though it could wait until the two of us had thoroughly reunited, in mind, in body, and in soul...

  Gasping, we hurled our bodies into the house, not even fully closing the door behind us in our excitement, but leaving it just slightly ajar as we paced our way through the halls. Bandit was jumping up and down beneath our feet as Danny spirited me away, and it occurred to me, in the back of my mind, that this place at last felt like a home again, after so long of feeling so hollow and so empty.

  My initial thought was that we were heading for the bedroom; however, Danny was steering me toward the bathroom instead, and I wasn't about to fight him over it.

  There, to Bandit's disappointment, we closed ourselves inside, and instantly he was on me harder and hotter than ever. He seized my ass and pulled it forward into his pelvis, so fiercely that I could feel the thickness of an erection digging into my stomach, and my breasts pooled up against his rock solid chest.

  I began to unbutton him from his uniform, my hands trembling as I did so, until at last I managed to free him from its confines, and began to slide my fingers along the cotton of the tank top he wore underneath.

  He, in turn, brought his hands forward, and began to squeeze my breasts, almost in imitation of the video I'd sent him, I thought, and I tilted my head back, eyes closed, moaning with sweet, sweet satisfaction.

  He leaned in, then, and planted his lips onto my neck, sinking his teeth into me, feeding on my flesh as though it was the most delectable thing on God's earth. Once he'd gotten his fill, lapping up tears and perspiration and the sweetness of my skin that lay beneath it all, he reached over momentarily to switch on the faucet of the shower, the scalding water pouring down and a thick white cloud of steam beginning immediately to fog up the cramped room.

  And, appropriately enough, things began to heat up in earnest from here. Though the underlying current of our tearful reunion still remained, it was quickly being overtaken by a sense of awakened carnal lust, explicit and without softness, a desire to fuck, to be taken, to be possessed, and to pound our bodies together so passionately that they might never become detached again.

  He peeled out of his clothes, all the way down to his tight little underwear, which bulged and teased around the immense, thickened obstacle of his massive hard-on, the log of its shaft and the tulip shaped tip blazing evidently at me through the fabric, and causing me to drip with want for his glorious treasures inside my trembling body.

  And soon, his hands were creeping onto myself as well, peeling me out of my clothes, sliding off one article after the other, each grazing of his touch against my skin far sweeter and more potent than the last.

  Before I knew it, I was down to my lingerie, and the palms of his hands came sliding along my taut, stomach, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties, and the fingers clenching down hard, grabbing handfuls of the flesh against my thighs, so that I found myself shaking from head to toe.

  His fingers slid toward the center then, creeping toward the treasure in between my thighs. I braced myself, preparing for him to touch down and to destroy me with his glorious love, but he stopped short quite suddenly, crippling me by stopping just short of the mark, and instead bringing his palms back up to the lacy black fabric of my panties.

  He stripped me completely naked, then, washing away the fabric of my underwear, and then sliding me out of my bra as well, taking a considerable moment to cherish my tits as he held them in his hands, suckling reverently on them, and his tongue rolling around the nipples in such a way that I thought I might pass out with the pleasure of sensation.

  With a last stroke of fabric, he shed his own tight underwear, and I gazed, stunned, at the thick, swinging pendulum of his erection, his penis sheer perfection, and his scrotum with such a loving essence for me that it made me quiver to consider it.

  He took me by the hand into the shower, and I loved watching this muscular body get wet and slippery before my eyes. Droplets trickled through the crevices in his pectoral muscles, dribbling through the agonizing rungs of his six-pack abdominals, slicing through the deeply entrenched v-lines of his Adonis muscles. God, how I wanted him...

  And as though reading my mind clearly as day, he pulled me into himself once more, kissing me passionately, and our two hearts beating almost in unison as we consumed and ravished one another's drenched, naked bodies. Down below, his cock was pressed firmly up against my stomach, and he began to grind himself up against me as we made out like newlyweds.

  As though to pull himself even closer, he grabbed a vicious handful of thigh, and hoisted my leg up around his waist, and I loved being taken so roughly in this manner, man-handled by his huge, well-trained muscles, worked into whatever configuration best suited him, and his domination, in turn, pleasing me to no end.

  We kissed for some time beneath the heat of the shower, and slowly I began to sweep my fingers down along his body, angling for his prize beneath the belt, and clutching a firm handful of his long hot cock, squeezing onto his glorious shaft as though for dear life.

  I began to stroke him, to put all of my focus on his pleasure, which in turn began to satisfy myself as well. I loved the flowing of the skin of his shaft from his engorged purple tip to his base, like a warm, soothing liquid almost, and though my wrist began to grow tired after some time of this, my desire to please him utterly easily overshadowed my slight physical discomfort.

  After having our eyes closed for so long, slowly the two of us opened up, and gazed into one another, studying fiercely, as though trying to recollect forgotten faces. We began to get lost in one another, and slowly I moved in to him, putting my lips once more onto his.

  The kiss was soft, tender this time around, but it didn't last especially long. Instead, I pulled back away from him after only a matter of seconds, and instead of his mouth this time, I moved my kiss just the slightest bit lower, landing on his chin this time around.

  Further down, planting one on his neck, then several across his broad, sumptuous chest. Then down along his abs.

  On my knees, now, on the floor of the shower, I gave the shaft of his erection a last few strokes of the wrist, letting saliva ooze from my between my lips and onto him, though most of the lubrication I intended from this was washed away by the pouring hot water.

  Slowly, I extended my tongue, lightly sliding the warm, pink thing along the edge of his shaft, like licking an envelope, and giving him a very tiny sampling of what was about to happen. I could tell that he was holding his breath, tensed up and braced in preparation, and after a few last strokes along his wet dick, I knew that he was ready to be consumed.

  I parted my jaws wide, allowing my heated breath to blow into him as I leaned in forward, and closed my mouth along him. My lips dissolved, wet and slippery, around the course of his penis, inhaling him to his base, until at last I felt his throbbing purple tip touch down against the back of my throat.

  I was somewhat out of practice when it came to the art of fellatio, and accordingly I gagged just the least bit for the first few seconds of containing him down the hot cr
ook of my throat. But I slowly recalled the process of relaxing myself, and managed with some effort, then, to suppress my gag reflex.

  Then, gradually, I began to suck on him, pulling my face back along his erection, building up a furious suction as I made my way up to his tip, and then snapping my lips free, evoking an intense, loving sigh from the man up above.

  God, how I loved his satisfaction, and how it provoked me to further pursue his own sweet carnal satisfaction. I began to suck him rhythmically, twisting my tongue around and all over him as I downed and slipped back up his cock, each tapping against the back of my neck more sensual and more perfect than the last, and the intimacy of the act so pure for me in that moment that I thought I might never grow tired of servicing him in this manner.

  After some time of this, I could feel him beginning to pulse, to throb inside me, and I pulled back, mouth open, eyes looking up at him, as he prepared to unleash himself all over me. He came, abundantly, ejaculating into my mouth, and across my face, the taste of his sperm like some life-sustaining gift, filling me up and reassuring me, above all, that the moment we shared was as real and as wonderful as I'd believed it to be.

  I licked some of the excess cum from my cheeks, pleasing him as it stretched in sticky strings and remained affixed to my skin, then leaned in to suck the last few drops of essence from his engorged purple tip.

  He picked me up, then, and cleaned me off, and the two of us exited the shower, scarcely able to keep off of one another as we dried ourselves off, and snuck away to the bedroom with bath towels scarcely covering our privates- as though somehow we thought we might offend Bandit with our nudity on the way through.

  Once inside, Danny's cock was still too drained from that first ejaculation to perform immediately, and so instead I settled happily for allowing him to go down on me, dipping his head between my warm, naked thighs, and sucking on my wet pussy like candy.

  His tongue twisted and lapped through the floral folds in that special way he had of doing so, and it was every bit as good as it had been during our first time together- if not even more so.

  Soon, I was trembling with an orgasm of my own, crushing his head with my legs as I shot through the roof with climax, and then slowly drifting back down, my body twitching on the bed, and my eyes lighting up as I spotted Danny sporting an erection, ready and willing to be pushed into my body once again.

  I opened my body up for him, splaying myself wide and inviting him over to me, with an inviting look in my bedroom eyes that could not have made my intentions clearer. Accordingly, he climbed up onto me, mounting my body like an animal, and I loved his heat, his clambering weight on top of me, and I could feel itself awakening something primal inside me.

  He was preparing to penetrate me, to slide into my pussy and fuck away. I was beginning to burn with want for him at the simple touch of his cock at my opening.

  Jesus how I loved the feeling of him going up inside me.

  He began to pound me, to take me harder than he ever had before, and my body rang with sensation, filled up by his immensity as he thrust himself repeatedly into me, and yet I felt incapable of getting enough, wanting more and more with each progressive thrust, every nerve in my body on fire with sensations.

  And finally, after so long of this, he began to cum once again, filling me up with his seething essence, and causing me to burst with orgasm, harder and more thorough than I'd ever before had the pleasure of experiencing it, my spine arching and my nerves glowing as I shot through the roof, our reunion as thorough and as beautiful as I could ever have hoped it to be.

  At last, then, he pulled out of me, wrapping my weary, sweat-soaked body in his arms, and the two of us kissing for some time, until at last we found ourselves drifting off gradually into sleep. And somehow, through the words were never spoken, I knew that our lives would never again be pulled apart as they had been in the past, and that the man I loved was now here to stay.

  *****

  THE END

  Perfect Fight

  Chapter 1

  The room was quiet. There were occasional beeps that would sound, filling the silence momentarily, but then the room would become silent again. The walls of this room were white and emotionless. The ceiling provided no saving grace for the patients who stared at it throughout the night, praying for a miracle.

  Cassandra Pavone found herself in this room, her head resting on the bed. She was exhausted from the countless hours spent at the hospital. In recent weeks she was in and out of St. Mary’s Hospital visiting her father who was slowly wasting away in the late stages of cancer. She hated his room almost as much as she hated the disease that was slowly taking her father away from her. He was nothing more than skin and bones now. Cassandra could hardly recognize him.

  But she was asleep now and in her dreams, her father was still young and youthful. He was the man she remembered when she was ten. A strong man with multiple MMA belts hanging in his room, a tribute to his impressive fighting career. She remembered him teaching her how to fight. She remembered sitting on his shoulders to better see the fights he took her to. It was this man she remembered as she dreamt, not the cancer patient that now laid beside her.

  Her father also tried to remember happier times as he looked at his daughter. His shaky hand slowly reached out and caressed her long kinky hair. His wrinkled fingers gently touched her cheek, leaving a part of his soul on her delicately beautiful skin. He smiled, grateful for such a beautiful daughter. In that moment, he remembered his wife, a feisty and fiery woman who had stolen his heart while also being his number one fan. It was these memories he clung to as he heard the rhythmic beeps fill the room.

  But, his time was almost up. He didn’t have much longer on this Earth, and he would make the best of it. With what little strength he had left, he slowly shook his daughter, trying to wake her.

  Cassandra’s eyes fluttered open as she looked around, confused. For a moment, she forgot where she was and what she was doing in the white-washed room. As she looked around she spotted her father, laying in the hospital bed, his skin gray and sickly. Reality came crashing back, threatening to take her breath away. She looked up with red-rimmed eyes from crying and as she looked at her father the tears threatened to return. She knew she didn’t have much longer with him.

  “Cassandra.” Her father wheezed. Every day it was becoming harder for him to breath. Talking was becoming an impossible chore for him. Despite this, he felt the need to speak to his daughter, even if it would be the last time he ever said her name.

  Cassandra’s whole body went rigid as she heard the pain in her father’s voice. She stared at him intently before taking his papery hand in hers. He smiled at her and took a moment to compose himself.

  “I… I love you… sweetie… always remember that… your mother… and I… loved you with our whole hearts…” His voice was barely a whisper as he looked at her with translucent eyes. Tears threatened to escape from Cassandra’s eyes as she heard her father’s words, but she tried to stay strong for his sake. She squeezed his hand.

  “I know… dad… I know… and I love you too…” Her voice was a shaky whisper and she bit her lip to keep from crying. He smiled again, before gently patting her hand with his.

  “I… I want you to have this…” Shakily, he leaned toward the small drawer by his bed before grabbing something. He handed it to Cassandra who took it.

  “What’s this?” She asked, looking at the small envelope. There seemed to be something made of hard plastic inside.

  “Open it.” Cassandra nodded at her father’s command before slowly opening the envelope. Reaching inside, she pulled out a small credit-card looking object that said, ‘Southstead Steady Strikers Fight Club.’ She looked at it curiously. The Southstead Steady Strikers Fight Club (Triple S) was Southstead’s best MMA fighting club. It was where her father built his career when he was younger. She remembered going there all the time. She had never seen a card like this before, however.

  “What’s
this?” She asked again. Her father smiled a knowing smile.

  “I talked to some of my… f… friends… It’s a… a… season pass… you… you can get into… into… an…any game, fight… pr…practice… anything… whenever you wa… want…” Her father struggled to explain as his breath started to fail him. Cassandra looked at him with fear in her eyes when suddenly the beeping in the room turned into one long beep. Cassandra’s eyes grew large and her own heart skipped a beat as she saw the life slowly escape from her father’s eyes and his body go limp.

  ***

  Cassandra’s mascara was running and her eyes were red as she used the Triple S card she had just received from her father to get into the arena. She felt numb as she entered the building. It was the first time she had been at the Triple S since her father’s diagnosis. It felt so strange to be in the building without him, but it felt nostalgic as well.

  She slowly made her way down the stairs, toward the fighting ring, oblivious to the world around her. It was only when she reached the bottom steps that she realized that there were people in the ring fighting. She looked up and her eyes caught sight of someone, and for the second time that day, her heart skipped a beat.

  Chapter 2

  Cassandra stared at the man with the green Brazilian shorts on. He was small. She guessed about 5’8 and 140 lbs. She wondered why someone so small was fighting in the Triple S. As she thought about this, she continued to stare at him.

  His body was well-toned and chiseled. His back rippled with muscles that danced under his tanned, soft mocha colored skin. As he turned around, she looked up at his face and bit her lip. He had shaggy, curly, dark brown hair styled in a messy disarray, giving him a playfully sweet demeanor. As they made eye contact she looked into his smoldering chestnut eyes. She felt her heart quicken in her chest.