Daddy To Be: A Billionaire's Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  “I suppose I could ask you the same thing,” I countered.

  “Well, not really since I don’t have a dick,” she said, smirking.

  Ash didn’t hold back apparently, and I enjoyed that about her. It was a nice change to get away from the mindless drone of polite conversation and women talking about remodeling their kitchens for the seventh time that year.

  “Well, that’s good,” I said. “I’m better with clits anyway.”

  “I would hope so. I’m putting a lot of faith in you.” She winked.

  God, she was killing me. The freckles on her little nose shifted when she winked, and if she stayed this flirtatious, I’d be walking out of here with a wet stain on the front of my pants.

  “So, tell me,” I said. “You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful as you has never had an orgasm?”

  She shook her head. “Not with a man, no.”

  “So, you give them to yourself just fine?” I asked.

  “I give everything to myself just fine, thank you very much.”

  “Ah, so sexy and independent. Got it. Does this mean you’ll be paying for drinks?”

  “Nope. You get to buy the drinks and do the work,” she said, giggling.

  Her smile lit up her face, and her green eyes twinkled whenever she laughed. Our conversation continued like this all evening, and by the time we were sipping on our third drinks, I was hard as a rock sitting beside her.

  I tried crossing my legs and shifting my body away from her to shield the blatant reaction I was having to her mere presence. Eventually, her eyes flickered down and stayed there just a bit too long.

  “Like what you see?” I asked.

  “Depends on what I’m looking at,” Ash said. “Is that a sock, or are you just happy to see me?”

  “What if I told you I was ecstatic to see you?”

  Her eyes softened, and there was an innocence that overtook her face. This thick, luscious woman with eyes like the sea and pillowy, ruby lips might have thought she knew what she was getting into, but she sure as hell had no idea she was only scratching the surface.

  Of course, her mind was on getting a man to make her come. She probably had one of those best friends like mine who constantly told her what she was missing out on in life. Winston ragged me about never doing anything new, and her best friend probably ragged her about never having an orgasm.

  Ash had probably been with immature boys who simply stuck their dick in her, pumped a few times, and then blasted their loads on her chest because, “oh my god, look at her boobs!”

  She had no idea what it meant to be with a man, to be with someone who wanted to run their hands along her curves and pepper her breasts with kisses. She had no idea what it meant for a man to feast his tongue on the insides of her thighs before licking her clean. She had no idea what it meant to wrap those soft thighs around someone’s head and lose control of her fucking mind only for her back to drop back down onto the mattress and into the hands of someone who would do her no wrong.

  “You’re ecstatic to see me?” she asked, ripping me from my thoughts.

  Her eyes begged for an answer she wasn’t sure would come. I took her hand within mine just to feel that warmth again and to make sure it hadn’t been a fluke. Electricity shot up my arm, and I was thankful for wearing a long-sleeved shirt. I didn’t want her to see the goosebumps puckering my skin just from her touching me.

  After all, I was introducing her to things, not the other way around.

  “I’m ready if you are,” I said quietly.

  Hesitation washed over her face, but that wasn’t a surprise. We’d only just met, and it hadn’t even been in an organic way. It had been through a random website. This wasn’t even a date. We’d met up with the explicit intention of me bringing her to an orgasm.

  If things moved forward between us, I’d make sure she was screaming and writhing in pleasure the rest of the night. I watched the debate rage behind her eyes, and I was glad it was happening because it gave me a chance to lose myself in their green depths.

  “I live a couple blocks that way,” she said. “If you’d like to head out?”

  I smiled and took her hand before I slipped my arm around her waist. We meandered out of the bar and took a hard left, and we slowly began to walk through the nighttime of downtown L.A.

  Winston was right. This was definitely different than what I was used to, and I wasn’t sure if I felt completely comfortable knowing this innocent, doe-eyed woman was living off a dark alley like this. My grip tightened on her waist, pulling her closer to me, and the surge of my protective nature caught me by surprise.

  “We’re here,” she said.

  I looked up at the building and wondered how in the world her family felt all right with her living here. The door she opened had bars on it, and she had to shove her shoulder into the door before it finally creaked open.

  “I’m on the first floor,” she said.

  She led me down a dim hallway before we came to a lone door. When she opened her apartment up, it was surprisingly bright. Her mismatched furniture came in all shapes and colors, and the curtains that draped the one window in her living room were sheer in texture but tie-dyed to match her colorful nature.

  “Let me show you around,” she said, smiling.

  She pointed out paintings on the walls I didn’t recognize and a few sculptures that seemed interesting but foreign. I found myself a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to looking at art I didn’t recognize. When we made it into her small kitchen, she said something that caught me completely off guard.

  “Don’t hurt yourself if you don’t recognize them,” she said. “I did all that stuff.”

  “Wait, you painted those?” I asked.

  “And did the sculptures, too.”

  She handed me a bottle of water with a cute smile on her face, and I didn’t try to hide the shock that rolled over my face.

  “My dream is to one day make a living with my jewelry line,” she said. “And I’d really love to study jewelry making in Milan at some point in time.”

  “I go to Milan quite a bit to shop,” I said mindlessly. I couldn’t take my eyes off the artwork on her walls, especially knowing she had painted them.

  “That’s a shame,” she said. “Milan has so much more to offer…”

  The way she trailed that statement off caught my attention, and I whipped back toward her and set my unopened bottle of water on the table.

  “Maybe I just need to travel there with someone who understands that then,” I said.

  She brought her bottle of water to her lips and paused, the bottle not quite filling her mouth with its liquid. I could tell she was analyzing me. She resumed her drinking before she set the bottle down on her small kitchen counter.

  “Come here,” she beckoned.

  She held out her hand and I took it. She led me through the small one-bedroom apartment. She opened a door and led me in, and when she flicked on the light, I saw her bed in the middle of the room.

  But for the first time in my entire life, the bed wasn’t what I was focused on. Her walls were covered in beautiful murals, and each surface held something different. The wall behind her headboard was painted in something akin to black chalkboard paint, and the wall I had my back to had a painted sunrise on it. The wall to my left had swirling designs in bright colors that matched the bright decorum of her entire home. The wall to my right held a massive painted quote written in bold capital letters:

  “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams,” I read aloud.

  “It’s my favorite quote,” she said lightly.

  “Did you do all this?” I asked.

  “In my spare time, yeah. My best friend, Frank, helped me, but I came up with all the designs and colors we used.”

  “It’s incredible.”

  “Thanks,” she said.

  Whatever dam was holding me back burst at that very moment. This quirky, vibrant woman, with her swirling cu
rves and her witty banter, was clawing at a part of me. I wanted to bury myself between her legs so badly I would burn up if I didn’t.

  I strode over to her and wrapped one arm around her waist. I pulled her flush against my body, and she lightly gasped. She had drawn me in with her personality, and I was about to drill into her with my body.

  I thrust my lips onto hers, and she willingly parted them for me. Her tongue danced along the roof of my mouth, and my hands took on a life of their own. I gripped her back and picked her up off her feet. I backed up toward the bed, and when I felt my knees hit the edge, I dropped her quickly to the mattress and climbed on beside her.

  Her hands ran through my hair, and I kissed her. I could feel her lipstick covering the bottom half of my face. When she drew the skin of my neck in between her teeth, I couldn’t help the low groan that escaped.

  My hands cupped her massive tits, and I pulled the fabric of her dress down, revealing the nakedness of them underneath the thin fabric that had shielded her from me all night. I wrapped my lips around them and felt her buck into me. I knew then and there that this prize wouldn’t take me long to claim. She’d been wanton and begging for far too long, and I would make her body mine, time and time again, before I left her to her own devices.

  Her breaths turned into pants when my hands migrated lower. I pushed up the fabric of her dress, and I could already smell her womanhood wafting from between her legs. My cock throbbed in my pants, and I had to reach down and unbuckle my belt to free it from its strained confines. My lips grazed over her plump thighs while my fingers danced along her naked stomach, and every time her body jumped, I couldn’t help but smirk.

  And then that magic word fell effortlessly from her lips, and I knew I’d give her exactly what she wanted, over and over again.

  “Please, Mason,” she moaned. “Oh, please.”

  I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly slid them down her legs. I discarded them, and her legs parted for me. She was so ready for what she knew I could give her. Her glistening pussy was begging to be stroked by my tongue.

  And who was I to deny the burning lust of a begging, attractive woman like Ash?

  Chapter 4

  Ash

  He slid his tongue up my slit, and already I could feel my clit swelling. His hands were firmly planted on my legs to keep them apart, and he was massaging my thighs with his strong fingers. Dear Jesus, he felt so good. His tongue kept diving into my depths while my hands wrenched his hair. I wanted him closer, harder, and faster. My hips bucked into his face. I was teetering close to the edge.

  “I’m so close,” I groaned. “Yes, Mason.”

  He backed off, and my back hit the mattress. It was happening again. I had been so close to reaching my climax, and then he stopped—just like it always seemed to happen. But he proved me wrong when I felt him slowly press a finger inside me.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned.

  He slowly slicked his long finger, which was covered in my juices, before he slipped another one in. That was when I felt the tip of his tongue start to dance right where I wanted him. I bucked and writhed on my bed while my juices dripped onto my sheets.

  I no longer cared what I looked or sounded like. Electricity coursed through my veins, and I felt that burning fire deep within the pit of my gut. Just as I started to climb that mountain again, he stopped.

  “No,” I whined.

  He chuckled from between my legs. He was clearly doing this to me on purpose, although I had no idea why. All I wanted to do was come, and he was torturing me instead.

  A knock came rattling through my apartment.

  I ignored it. Mason sucked my clit between his teeth, and my legs trembled around his head. I locked my ankles to pull him closer. I wasn’t going to let him stop this time. I needed to come so fucking badly that I was about to lose my mind.

  The knock at my door sounded again, ferocious this time. My body was now distracted, holding me back from the precipice. I groaned in frustration. Then Frank’s voice came from behind the door, and I shot straight up in my bed.

  “Who’s that?” Mason asked, his voice muffled against my pussy.

  I scrambled off the bed and apologized furiously. I slid my dress the rest of the way off and grabbed a robe hanging off my door. What the hell was my best friend doing knocking down my door at ten o’clock at night? I could hear the exasperation in her voice, and for a split second, I forgot about the task at hand for the night. I wrapped the robe around me and hurried to my front door.

  I tossed the door open and took in the sheer amount of luggage Frank had at her sides.

  “Oh my god, Ash, thank god you answered.”

  She threw her arms around me, and then she started kicking her stuff inside. All I could do was get out of her way so I didn’t get blasted by the bags she was kicking around.

  “So, my roommates are dicks,” she said as she flounced into my apartment. “I mean, I told them I’d be late with my rent again, and they had the balls to yell at me. I mean, what’s the big surprise? I’m always late with my rent. It’s their fault, really, for not expecting that by now.”

  I shut the door behind her. “That’s an interesting way to look at it, but you being late with rent makes them late with rent,” I said lightly.

  “Yeah, but I mean, I’m gonna fucking pay it!” Her red curls bounced when she tossed herself onto my couch, and that was when I saw Mason slowly come out of my room. Dear Jesus, he looked incredible.

  My core throbbed with unsatisfied lust before I turned my attention back to Frank.

  “Why are you late on rent again?” I asked.

  “Always with the ‘again’ part!” she exclaimed. “Look, my boss at work is also a dick and keeps paying me late. The place is going out of business soon, I guess, and the man can’t even keep a regular pay schedule. He said he’d pay us next week and—”

  Her eyes panned over to Mason, standing in the arch of the hallway, and shock rolled over her face.

  “Well hello there,” she said, smiling. She turned her body toward him, and Mason eyed me carefully before proceeding.

  “Who is this, Ash?”

  “Mason,” I said, “this is Frank, my best friend. Frank, this is Mason.”

  “Pleasure,” Mason smoothly. “That’s an interesting name.”

  “Well, the name’s Georgina Franklin,” she said, grimacing, “but that’s too ridiculous for me. So, it’s just Frank.”

  She turned her head back to me and ran her eyes up and down my robed form. She snorted a laugh and smirked.

  “But don’t mind me,” she said. “I can just relax here. Please carry on.”

  I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment, and then a hand slipped around my waist. Of course my best friend would fucking bust into my apartment on the one night I took for myself. And of course she would interrupt one of the best sex sessions I was probably ever going to have with one of the most handsome men I was probably never going to see again.

  “I’ll message you later,” Mason murmured in my ear.

  I nodded and had to physically hold back tears when I felt him step behind me. My apartment door closed with him on the wrong side of it. I sighed and turned my gaze back to Frank.

  “So, how was he?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said sulkily.

  I went and sat down by Frank while she rattled on about the rest of her dramatic evening, but I couldn’t keep my mind off Mason. His tongue had been thick and rough, and the way he had touched me was unlike anything I’d experienced.

  The touches from other men had been just to get me naked and ready for them, but Mason’s touches had been different. They hadn’t held pretense or expected me to do anything except whatever I wanted, and he had gotten me so close. He had pushed me to the edge of that fire before pulling me back, and I’d been two seconds away from telling him I’d do anything if he’d just throw me to the flames and let me burn.

  I was mindlessly grinding into the couch
when Frank’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

  “Anyway, thanks for letting me crash here. You want the bed or the couch?”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Because if I’m in the bed, I’m changing those sheets,” she said, yawning.

  “You’re on the couch,” I deadpanned.

  She held her hands up in mock surrender, and I sighed as I peeled myself off the couch. I stood there for a second while she curled up onto the cushions. She was soundly snoring almost immediately. I dragged myself off to bed, envying her ability to fall asleep like that.

  I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep with how aroused I still was, and I knew it. My nipples were painfully erect, and I couldn’t get Mason’s broad shoulders and seductive brown eyes out of my mind. His hands were so large, they had easily cupped the insides of my thick thighs.

  I lay down and spread my legs wide before I parted my pussy with my own fingers and imagined Mason’s tongue lapping me up again.

  My juices spilled out onto the bed while I began to buck into my fingers, and I imagined Mason moaning into my pussy. I could have sworn I felt his hands still massaging my legs, and when I reared my hips off the bed and came, his name fell in whispered moans from my lips.

  My back dropped to the bed, and tears rose in my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. Every single time I thought I was getting ahead, something popped up that threw me back. Boyfriends sucked me dry for money, and my best friend didn’t give a damn that she was interrupting my life. I always found it very funny how when I needed her, she was nowhere to be found.

  I was everyone’s fucking doormat. Well, no more. No more nights where I lay here unsatisfied and depressed. No more plans thrown to the side because someone came knocking at my door. No more divvying out money I didn’t have to sacrifice my store just so someone could get what they wanted.

  But that still didn’t help the fact that I fell asleep that night fully unsatisfied and very, very alone.

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