Single Dad Billionaire

by B. B. Hamel

  He’s absolutely right, but I’m not going to admit it. I kiss him as he fucks my pussy with his fingers, and I want him to fucking badly I can barely breathe.

  He works my clit, sliding his fingers inside of me and back out, rolling them around, making me moan. He pulls my hair softly, tugging me back against the tree. I feel a little exposed, wearing just a bra, my shorts mostly off my body, his hands down my panties, but I think I like it. Imagining getting caught right now, how badly that would look for his deal, that just makes it so much more exciting.

  I reach forward and fumble with his pants before tugging them down. He’s hard as hell as I grasp his thick shaft and slowly slide my hands along his length overtop of his tight boxer briefs.

  “Shit, girl,” he softly whispers in my ear. “I want to come inside that little pussy again. I’ve been dreaming about filling you up every single night.”

  “You have?” I ask. “Every single night?”

  He laughs and pulls my hair back. At the same time, he presses his fingers deep inside of me. “Every night,” he says.

  I gasp and moan as pleasure and pain wrack my body in equal measure. It’s an incredible feeling. I didn’t know that I was into this light pain thing, but apparently I am, and I want more.

  He grabs my hips, probably sensing what I’m thinking, and turns me around. Or maybe he’s just impatient. But either way, he pulls down my shorts and my panties, letting them pool around my ankles. I expect him to press his cock against me, but instead he slaps my ass, hard.

  I gasp and look over my shoulder. “Logan!”

  He smirks and slaps my ass again, but this time, he drops to his knees and presses his tongue between my legs.

  I gasp, trying to be quiet, as he licks my pussy from behind. It’s so dirty and filthy and feels so freaking good I can barely stand it. He pulls back and slaps my ass again, nice and hard, probably leaving a red mark, before going back to suck and lick my pussy. I have to hold on tight to the tree because I can barely control my legs as his tongue dives into my soaking pussy.

  Just as the pleasure starts to build, getting close to that crest, he stands up and pulls down his briefs. I look over my shoulder at his big cock, and I’m surprised all over again that he ever fit it inside of me. But I don’t have time to marvel at him, because he teases my pussy with his tip before plunging himself inside of me.

  I gasp and he pulls my hair, arching my back. He slides himself deep inside of me, slowly at first, filling me up to the brim. Once he’s deep inside of me, he slaps my ass again and pulls back, thrusting into me.

  I gasp as pleasure and pain hit me again, but this time, the pleasure is winning out. He slides inside of me again, leaning forward to envelope me with his body.

  “You’re so fucking tight, it drives me insane,” he whispers. “I don’t want to tear you apart, but god damn, I want to fuck this pussy so rough.”

  “You can do whatever you want,” I whisper to him, realizing that I mean it. “Whatever you want,” I repeat.

  He smirks at me, running his thumb along my chin. He presses his thumb between my lips and I suck it, biting down gently.

  “You don’t want to give me that power,” he says softly. “If you do, you’ll never want to leave.”

  I bite down harder and he laughs as he thrusts inside of me again. He pulls his thumb away and wraps his fist in my hair, fucking me slow and steady.

  I grind my ass back against him, working with his rhythm. I like that he keeps my hair wrapped around his fist, controlling the way I move. I reach back with one hand and feel his body as he thrusts into me, his big cock filling me to the brim, stretching me out, making me feel so incredibly good.

  We start to move faster and faster. I forget that we’re out in nature after a second. The world falls away as he fucks me, deeper and faster.

  He slaps my ass with his free hand then grabs my hips and slams into me. I can tell he’s getting rougher, and I want it. I buck my ass back against him, encouraging him to fuck me.

  He grunts, almost a growl, and slams into me again and again. He fucks me hard and I work back against him. Sweat starts to roll down my skin but I don’t care. I’m probably being too loud, but maybe I want to get caught. Maybe I want everyone to know what this incredible man can do to me.

  “Come on, girl,” he whispers in my ear. “You want to come on this big cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moan. “God, I need it so badly.”

  “I know you do.” His free hand finds my clit as he grinds into me, washing pleasure all over me. “I know what you need more than you do, girl. You think this is all pretend, but it’s not. You’re my wife, and I’m going to take your tight little cunt and make it mine.”

  He starts to fuck me harder, like an absolute beast, and I take him because I need it. I press back against his body, wanting him to fuck me harder, wanting him to make it rough. He responds by tearing into me, slapping my ass, pulling my hair back, feeling my breasts with his rough hands.

  I can feel the pleasure building inside of me, and I know I can’t hold it back much longer. I move faster and rougher, my moans turning into grunts of strangled pleasure. The orgasm builds inside of my chest, inside of my pussy, behind my eyes, and I know it’s going to overwhelm me.

  When I finally release, it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. Just as I start to come, he slaps my ass hard, once on each side. The pain makes the orgasm so intense that my whole body shakes. He keeps fucking me though, not stopping or holding back, and I can hear his grunts.

  As my orgasm slowly tapers off, I feel him come inside of me. He shoots thick spurts of his cum deep inside of my pussy and I wiggle my ass and hips, wanting every single drop from him.

  Slowly we finish together, soaked from sweat. We collapse against the base of the tree, laughing and smiling, and I press my head against his chest.

  We don’t say anything. We don’t need to say anything. There’s just the two of us, enjoying this beautiful weather, out in nature. The world is so perfect around us, and I feel like nothing bad can ever happen.

  That feeling is cut short by the sound of a crying baby.

  It takes me a second. “Your pants,” I say.

  “Oh, shit.” He grabs his pants and turns on the monitor. “She’s awake already.”

  “Must be the unfamiliar room.”

  “I got it.” He grabs his clothes and gets dressed.

  I grab mine and put them on, too. “I’ll come.”

  “No,” he says. “Stay out here. Enjoy yourself. Explore a little bit. Come back to the house later and we’ll have dinner together. We don’t have to see the Winterfields until tomorrow.”

  I hesitate. “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.” He kisses me gently. “Enjoy yourself.”

  “Okay,” I say, grinning. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

  He laughs and heads off with a wave. I watch him disappear back up toward the house.

  I sit back down on the ground, back against the tree, body still ringing with pleasure. I can tell that I’ll be sore, but I don’t care. It felt so fucking good letting him slap my ass and fuck me like that. It was exactly the sort of stress relief that I needed.

  I don’t know what’s coming this weekend, but I know one thing. I want to keep taking him like that, no matter what.

  19

  Logan

  Saturday rolls around, and finally we’re forced to spend time with Chester and Muffie.

  They show up at the house pretty early. We barely have time to get up and get Alexa settled before they’re already knocking at the door. They come barging inside, followed by a woman that I’ve never met.

  Turns out, the woman is a professional nanny, and we’re supposed to go on a hike with Chester and Muffie. Since we can’t exactly say no, Everly and I get dressed and head out with two of the richest crazy people I’ve ever met, and I leave my baby girl in the hands of a total stranger.

  I keep thinking about that fact
as we walk through the woods. I can’t exactly enjoy the scenic views or the really exciting conversation happening around me, since I just keep thinking about Alexa back home with that woman. I realize midway through that I’m already starting to act like a real dad, and while that does put a small smile on my face, I still don’t like what’s happening.

  But fortunately, Everly is there to cover for me. Although I’m distracted, she seems totally engaged and ready. She takes charge of the whole thing, steering the conversation and chatting with Chester and Muffie about absolutely anything. She’s charming and funny, and I even think I catch Muffie smiling once or twice, which is a rarity.

  Eventually, we get back to base camp and go our separate ways. Alexa is totally fine and taking her afternoon nap, so Everly and I get to spend a little personal time together down by the river.

  Of course, that doesn’t last nearly long enough. I feel like I’m exhausted by the time we’re dressed and ready to go to dinner with the Winterfields. The nanny comes over again to watch Alexa, and although it’s strange that Chester didn’t ask if it was okay, I’m still thankful that he was thoughtful enough to bring her.

  “What do you think so far?” I ask Everly as we walk slowly down the path between our house and the Winterfields’ place.

  “I guess it’s going good,” she says. I have to admit, she looks so fucking gorgeous right now. She got a little sun on our hike, though not too much. Her skin is slightly flushed and her hair is long, cascading down her back. She’s wearing a simple summer dress with a yellow flower pattern, and it looks amazing with her skin.

  “You were really good on that hike,” I say to her. “I’m sorry I was distracted.”

  “I understand. You were worried about Alexa.”

  I smile and take her hand. “How’d you know?”

  “I was worried, too. And she’s not even my daughter.”

  I sigh. “I guess it’s silly to worry. Chester wouldn’t let anything happen to my daughter.”

  “No, but you’re a dad now. You’re going to worry.”

  “I guess so.” I cock my head at her. “Seems strange to think that I’m a real father.”

  “Life changes fast sometimes, doesn’t it?”

  I grin at her. “It sure does. You’re married now, you know.”

  “Oh, that’s true. Though entirely against my will.”

  I bark out a laugh. “Against your will? Please. You were begging to marry me.”

  “Hardly,” she says, grinning. “You had to bribe me.”

  “You would’ve done it for less. I was being generous.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she says, bumping into me. “You’re so generous. What a great guy. Tricking these poor weirdos into selling you some land by pretending to be married.”

  “Well, when you put it that way, I almost sound like a villain.”

  “You’re a very bad man, Logan Ray.” She smirks at me and I grab her, pulling her against me. I kiss her nice and deep, letting it linger for a second. I love the taste of her, and I feel my cock stirring in my pants, though I know I shouldn’t let myself get excited right now.

  The sound of clapping interrupts our moment. I pull away and look over. Standing on the porch is Spencer Winterfield, grinning at the two of us. “Beautiful,” he says.

  I feel Everly stiffen. I let her go though I don’t drop her hand.

  “Do you always spy like that?” I ask him pointedly.

  “Only sometimes.” He smirks at us. “That almost looked real, you know.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask him, stepping closer.

  But before he can answer, Chester and Muffie come outside, and we’re swept into the house. So far, this weekend hasn’t been so bad, because Spencer hasn’t been around. He’s been an unspoken pain between the two of us, and although I know she probably wants to run away right now, she’s going to stay strong. That’s just the kind of person Everly is.

  We fall back into small talk as we head into the house. Just like the place we’re staying in, Muffie and Chester’s house is beautiful and modern on the inside. Their place has more artwork and is a little more stylishly finished than ours is, but that’s not surprising, since it’s their main house. After some drinks and some small talk, during which Spencer seems very normal, if a little quiet, we head into the dining room and are seated.

  “So tell me, Logan,” Chester says, watching me over his glass of scotch. “Your little project. It’s a homeless shelter?”

  I smile at him, and my heart beats a little faster. Chester doesn’t normally ask about the project at all during these social calls. In fact, he hasn’t seemed very interested in what I’ll actually be building on his land during this whole process, and I think this is the first time he’s actually asked about it.

  “A homeless shelter and a community center,” I say. “I want the community and the homeless to be in one spot, to learn from each other, maybe help each other.”

  “It’s his dream,” Everly adds. “And he wants to fund it entirely himself.”

  “Admirable,” Muffie says.

  “Yes, but, why the homeless?” Spencer cuts in.

  I look at him. “We have a homeless epidemic in this city, although the homeless tend to be invisible to most normal people. I want to help them, provide meals and places to stay and job training and possibly even mental health or medical aid. I want to get them back on their feet.”

  Spencer nods slowly, a smile plastered on his face. “But why the homeless?” he asks again. “Isn’t it their choice to live on the street like a dog? I mean, there are such better causes. Like cancer research, for example. Nobody chooses to get cancer.”

  I feel Everly stiffen next to me, but I put my hand on top of hers to help calm her. “Homelessness is almost never a choice,” I say. “I donate to cancer research as well, but somebody has to help the homeless. You can do for cancer what I’m doing for the homeless if you want, Spencer.”

  His grin doesn’t go away. “What about you, Everly?” he asks. “Are you as into the homeless as Logan here?”

  “Yes,” she says. “Passionately.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you’re very passionate.” Spencer’s grin is as perverted as possible, and I feel my whole body tense.

  “You’re both very passionate people,” Chester says. “Just hearing you talk about it makes me excited.”

  “Thank you, Chester,” I say.

  “Everly, I’m sure you could make a real difference,” Spencer says. “You know, if you took the… hands-on approach.” He winks at her.

  “Yes, we should all get more involved,” Chester says, finishing his scotch.

  I stare down Spencer. I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to get a rise out of us, but it’s not going to work. I’m going to keep my cool through this and not let this stupid bastard get to me.

  I change the subject and the rest of dinner goes relatively smoothly. Everly is quiet, and Spencer tosses out one or two more jabs, but overall it’s not bad. Chester seems genuinely interested in the project, and Muffie doesn’t seem to disapprove, so overall it feels like things couldn’t have gone any better.

  After dinner, it’s back into the sitting room. Spencer joins us again, pouring everyone a glass of champagne and clearing his throat for a toast.

  “To the homeless,” Spencer says. “May Logan rid our fine city of their blight.”

  “Here, here!” Chester cries. We all clink glasses and drink, though I’d rather punch Spencer in the eye.

  After a few minutes of small talk, I excuse myself to get some fresh air. Muffie is busy asking Everly questions about where she grew up, clearly fascinated by living in a small town and being relatively poor. I head out onto the porch, needing a second to gather myself.

  I take a deep breath and look out into the trees. Fireflies blink in between the empty space, filling the world with flashing light. I dump my champagne down onto the ground and clench the wood railing, trying to get myself together.

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nbsp; But I don’t have peace for long. “Running away already, Logan?”

  I turn around as Spencer steps outside to join me. “I know what you’re doing,” I say to him. “But I’m not sure why.”

  “What am I doing, then?” He smiles and stands in front of me, arms crossed.

  “You’re trying to get a rise out of me. You want me to screw up this deal with your father. What I don’t get is what you’ll get out of it.”

  “Ah,” he says, smiling at me placidly. “So you think you can see through me, do you?”

  “Yes.” I step toward him, seething with rage. “You’re a small, pathetic, spoiled rich boy. You want something you can’t have. And so you’re trying to take it.”

  “Yes and no,” he says softly, dropping his arms and dropping the act. “You want the truth?”

  “Tell me,” I say to him.

  “I don’t care about the land. Well, I’d like it, since I could build a nice hotel there and make some money. But what I really want is Everly.”

  I stare at him, surprised as hell. “Everly?”

  “That’s right,” he says. “Since the moment I saw her, I’ve wanted her. I’m sure you feel the same way. She has a magnetism about her. God, I want to bang her so hard that she can’t walk straight for days.”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing. All this time, it hasn’t been about money or the land itself. It’s been about Everly.

  “You can’t have her,” I say to him simply. “We’re married. She’s my wife.”

  “Oh, come on, Logan. You may have my parents fooled, but I know better.” He cocks his head at me.

  “What are you saying?” Horror fills me, replacing my anger almost completely.

  “I know,” he whispers. “Who do you think sent that email? You two weren’t even careful.”

  I stare at him, totally unsure of what to say. I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  “You sent that email?” I ask him.