Making His Baby: A Billionaire Romance

by Lulu Pratt

  Her face is radiant when she laughs and I immediately fall in love with the sound.

  “Don’t make fun, I skipped breakfast and I really worked up an appetite with all that swimming!”

  “Whatever you say, sweetheart.” I get up to clear the dishes and bend down to steal a kiss.

  I have the desire to be in constant contact with her and it’s unsettling considering it’s been less than forty-eight hours since our reunion.

  Olivia eagerly reciprocates my kiss, angling her head so that I have full access to her luscious mouth.

  Haphazardly, I place the plates back on the table and use my newly liberated hands to pull her up from her chair.

  “Sebastian,” she sighs against my lips.

  “Olivia,” I volley back without hesitation.

  “Please don’t leave me like you did last night. I don’t think I could take it,” she whimpers between kisses.

  Holy shit, Olivia King is begging me.

  The realization causes my head to swell. My cock follows suit, throbbing and pushing against the crotch of my shorts.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, easily lifting her off the ground.

  ***

  In the bedroom, I lay her on the massive bed and stare down at her as my chest heaves erratically.

  “I want to fuck you into next week.” My words come out as a growl as I run my palm up and down her smooth leg.

  “Yes, please.” Olivia nods fitfully, letting me know that she means every word.

  I’m not sure I can get any harder.

  She’s back in those sexy shorts from earlier and as much as I’m enjoying the view, I can’t wait to get her out of them.

  Grabbing her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed and almost lose it when I see just how dark her barely opened eyes are.

  I make quick work of the button on the shorts and pull them down her legs, baring the glistening flesh between her legs completely.

  Eagerly, Olivia sits up to remove her halter top.

  Amazed, I stare at her small, round tits and the slope of her abdomen before landing on the juncture between her curvy legs.

  God damn it. I’m going to come in my pants if I don’t have her soon.

  “Your turn,” her sensual voice calls as she gazes at me with fire in her eyes.

  Yanking my shirt over my head, I toss it across the room carelessly and then begin working at the buckle on my belt.

  The jingling sound is the only thing audible aside from the constant cadence of the falling rain.

  When the buckle is loosened, I pushed down my shorts and boxers in one hurried movement.

  My cock hits my stomach, leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. Olivia’s eyes are transfixed, making me more desperate to be inside of her.

  “You’re huge,” she comments in a faraway voice and I’m not even sure she meant to say it aloud.

  Licking her lips, she finally meets my eyes and the gleam in her jade orbs brings me to my knees.

  Literally.

  I want to taste her before we go any further.

  Situated in front of her, I place a hand on her pelvis and force her to recline against the plush mattress. With one hand on each knee, I spread her legs apart to feast on the beautiful pussy before me.

  Last night had been the worst torture. I’d been able to touch her, but I couldn’t see anything or taste her thoroughly. But I plan to make up for that tonight.

  I lower my head until my lips are practically grazing her slick folds.

  “Pretty pussy,” I whisper lowly, only to be rewarded with a groan as she gyrates her hips trying to close the distance between my mouth and her body.

  “Please, Sebastian.”

  “Please what?”

  It feeds my ego when she begs and I don’t plan on depriving myself of the pleasure any time soon.

  “I want your mouth on me. Please.”

  The desperation in her tone matches my own and I can’t resist anymore.

  Urgently, I bury my head between her legs, my tongue licking greedily and separating her damp folds.

  Her back arches off the bed at the contact, a guttural cry ripped from her throat.

  My spine tingles at the sound, relishing in the fact that I’m responsible for tearing such a raw reaction out of her.

  I continue feasting on her, smearing her juices over my nose and chin as I enjoy every decadent inch of her beautiful, drenched pussy.

  It’s like she was created just for me.

  “Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whines, lifting off the bed again.

  Underneath my hold, Olivia writhes and tries to close her thighs against the sensations rippling through her but she’s no match for my powerful grip. My hands have her spread eagle and vulnerable to my tongue’s brutal attack.

  As my tongue continues to probe her tight hole and massage her clit, her movements become less frequent before she stiffens completely and screams my name wildly, bucking against me as she comes hard against my mouth.

  A current of juices flow from her opening, coating my insatiable tongue.

  Looking up at her as I continue to circle her sensitive clit, I witness the most beautiful fucking expression transform her face as she rides out every intense wave.

  Olivia’s breaths are short and shallow as her body surrenders to the intense pleasure. Even though she’s clearly spent, I want to do it all over again.

  I’ve never needed to please a woman more in my life.

  If I’m not careful, Olivia will become my drug, making it impossible for me to focus on anything until I’ve had my fix.

  “I need you to come again for me, baby,” I grumble against her leaking sex, the scent of her arousal hypnotizing me.

  This time she reaches down to move my mouth slightly off center.

  I kiss her thigh, loathe to break contact for even a second.

  “I can’t wait,” she moans, her eyes at half-mast. “I want you inside of me. Now.”

  Her quiet command is all it takes for me to rise to my feet and grant her every wish.

  CHAPTER NINE

  OLIVIA KING

  Standing at the side of the bed, Sebastian stares down at me with his eyes heavily hooded and his chin glistening with my juices.

  It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and I start gushing even more under his focused gaze.

  Leaning over me, his hand cups my throbbing mound before he inserts two thick fingers, stretching me deliciously.

  My head is in the clouds from the sensations and my eyes slide closed as I move my hips to fuck his fingers.

  “Open your eyes,” Sebastian demands, his fingers going still inside of me.

  I whimper and try to resume the wonderful rhythm but his other hand grips my hip forcefully making further movement impossible.

  “Open your eyes, Olivia.” This time his voice is harsher and I don’t think twice about obeying him.

  When our eyes meet, he smirks at me and begins pumping his fingers inside of my tight walls again.

  “You’re so fucking tight, baby. I have to get you ready for me,” he tells me hoarsely.

  A blissful sigh escapes me as my hands trail up my body to cup my breasts. Moaning, I pinch my sensitive nipples and watch his blue eyes darken even more than I thought possible.

  “You’re sexy. You know that?”

  Another moan is all I manage. The sensations ripping through me are too much.

  Tantalizing tingles are running up and down my arched spine as I get closer to yet another orgasm.

  The scent of my arousal is in the air and my body is scorching under his masterful touch. Even though my eyes are open, my vision is blurred by pleasure. I feel so full as his fingers twist and turn, hitting the exact right spot over and over again.

  “Yes, right there.” I don’t recognize my own voice as I pant for him to keep pleasing me. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, please don’t stop.”

  Sebastian’s fingers are slipping in and out of me with e
ase now, my pussy coating his fingers with waves of wetness.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” Sebastian groans before his fingers leave me altogether.

  I don’t have time to grieve the loss before the thick head of his cock is nudging at my opening.

  But he doesn’t push inside just yet.

  He moves me so that I’m resting against the pillows.

  Sebastian hovers over me, supporting his weight on strong arms.

  “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

  I easily obey him and am not disappointed when his fingers are inserted into my mouth.

  Instantly, I begin sucking at them. Never have I been so turned on by my own taste but I can’t get enough of it in this moment. I lick him dry, not leaving a remnant of my juices anywhere on his fingers.

  The whole time he watches me somewhat enviously and I can feel his cock jerking involuntarily against my swollen slit as I put on a show.

  Without warning, he leans over me and licks my mouth hungrily. His tongue is lapping at my lips in an attempt to get a taste of what I just experienced.

  In the next instant, he thrusts inside of me to the hilt and bites down on my lips fiercely when he’s hit his mark.

  The pressure is intoxicating as he fills every inch of me with his long, thick dick.

  Dull pricks of pain remind that he just bit me but I don’t care.

  I just want more.

  “Olivia,” he cries out, still unmoving as he gets acquainted with the snug confines of my pussy.

  His head drops down and his lips encircle one of my nipples and it’s my turn to cry out.

  It’s too much.

  With my hands around his waist, I rock my hips upward and invite him to start moving inside of me.

  His teeth graze my nipple deliciously before he finally starts moving and holds my gaze.

  Sebastian’s thrusts are hard and slow at first, lulling me into a false sense of security. It feels so good to be this full.

  I’ve never been this content to have someone inside of me, but Sebastian is showing me what I’ve been missing.

  His pace quickens suddenly and he abandons the slow strokes I’d grown used to. He wrenches apart my thighs so that he has full access to push as hard and far as he wants.

  “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?” he asks with a grunt, his pelvis thrashing into mine as he pounds away at my leaking core.

  A torrent of pleasure washes over me at the enchanting, smacking sound.

  “This pussy feels so damn good around my cock, baby. So fucking good.”

  To drive his point home, he encircles my waist in his ironclad grip and starts drilling me even harder.

  I’m having a hard time drawing a breath but it feels so damn good.

  Sebastian’s eyes leave mine as he focuses on the sight of his hard cock sliding in and out of me at a maddening pace.

  Each stroke is like a potent dose of euphoria coursing through my bloodstream and elevating me higher and higher still.

  Oh, my God. I never want this to end.

  As if he can read my mind, Sebastian echoes my sentiments.

  “I never want to leave your tight pussy. I never want to leave you.” His breaths are ragged as he continues to enjoy the show.

  I nod my agreement but I can’t form words as they are lodged in my throat. A desperate moan is all I manage.

  A new wave of desire washes over me and I feel myself reaching that inevitable peak. It’s only a matter of time before I fall off the cliff.

  The blinding warmth begins swelling in the pit of my belly and radiates out to blanket my entire body.

  My legs are quaking as I come violently around his cock, unable to control my violent release.

  Screaming his name repeatedly, I arch my back and shove against his abdomen as my orgasm blinds me. Trying to push him away only motivates him to pound harder, drawing out my climax as a new yearning floods me.

  Sebastian doesn’t relent, his thrusts are powerful and strong as he claims me possessively.

  Then he stills, blue eyes boring into mine as he shudders and I feel his cock swell before hot spurts of semen fill me until I’m running over. He continues to slip in and out of me, spreading his seed up and down my entrance.

  The stimulation against my clit makes me want to come all over again, but my body is thoroughly spent.

  Sebastian collapses beside me, and wastes no time pulling me into his strong embrace.

  With a simple kiss to my forehead, he stares at me in awe.

  “Sleep, baby,” he commands, reading the exhaustion on my face.

  As soon as my head hits his solid chest, I fall into a peaceful slumber.

  CHAPTER TEN

  SEBASTIAN DOWNS

  Extending my stay on the island hadn’t been a hard decision. One night with Olivia and I was an addict.

  After our first night together, I’d promptly canceled my room at the hotel across the island and stayed here.

  I enjoyed fucking her thoroughly in every corner of the house. In the solarium while she was supposed to be practicing yoga. In the kitchen when she went to get a drink. In the theater room while we were watching a movie. In the bathroom when she was taking a shower.

  We spend our days exploring the beautiful island and our nights fucking like rabbits. It’s heaven on earth, but I know reality will soon burst our bubble.

  She makes me insatiable and tomorrow she’s getting on a plane to head back to Tennessee.

  “Why don’t you come back to California with me?” I ask that evening.

  We’re in the theatre room again, binge watching her favorite show. Olivia is enthralled in the political drama but quickly pivots her head in my direction when the question registers.

  “My life isn’t in California,” she states plainly, making eye contact.

  Her words annoy me for some strange reason so I follow up with another question.

  “What’s holding you back?”

  “It’s my home,” Olivia explains. “My life is there. My best friend is there. My job is there. I have to get back to work.”

  “Liv, you just won a million dollars. Why the hell are you returning to a shitty CNA job?”

  Her face falters, instantly making me regret my inflammatory words. I know she takes pride in her work and that was low.

  “I’m sorry we can’t all be billionaire tech geniuses like you, Sebastian. But I make an honest living and I enjoy it.”

  Still, I don’t let it go. Even though I know I should.

  “It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

  “That’s okay,” she says with more patience than I deserve. “But Arnold needs me and I’ve always been a firm believer in finishing what I started.”

  I know my eyes are incredulous as I look at her.

  “So you’re basically waiting for him to die before you get on with your life? Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

  She gives me a sweet smile.

  “It’s about much more than that. My patient has dementia and at this point, consistency is vital. I can’t abandon him in the middle of the road. I’d feel awful about it. He needs me and I intend to be there.”

  My expression softens as her words sink in. Until she starts talking again.

  “Listen, I didn’t come to the island looking for anything serious. And I’m sure you didn’t either. I think the best part of this is that neither of us went in with any expectations.”

  I don’t say anything. I just watch her, waiting for her to continue and try to talk herself out of what we have.

  “But this just happened. And it’s been amazing. But we both know the real world is calling. You run a huge corporation on the other side of the country. And me? Well I’m happy in Tennessee.”

  “Right,” I say releasing a frustrated breath.

  “Can you honestly say you’ll even have time for me once we’re back in the States?”

  “I’ll make time,” I tell her.

  She looks at me q
uietly and reveals a patient smile. “You think so now. But trust me, you’ll get so busy you’ll forget about me in no time.”

  My suspicions grow when she says this and I wonder if she has a distraction lined up to help her forget about me.

  “Are you fucking anyone back home?” I ask candidly, not masking the anger in my tone.

  Her eyes triple in size but she shakes her head furiously. “Why would you even ask me that? I told you I’m not seeing anyone. I could never share myself with someone here knowing that I have someone waiting for me at home.”

  Possessive feelings that I’ve never had to deal with before assail me and I know in that moment that I’ll strangle any man who even dares to come near her.

  I need to make myself crystal clear.

  “I don’t want you fucking anyone else.”

  An emotion I can’t pinpoint flits across her face but she doesn’t voice whatever it is.

  What is she thinking?

  “I won’t have time to entertain anyone else for a while. I’m going to nursing school, remember?”

  “That’s not what I meant,” I retaliate, frowning.

  I don’t want her with anyone else. Period. The thought twists my gut in nauseating knots.

  Sighing, Olivia regards me with a tired look.

  “Why don’t we focus on enjoying the time we have left?”

  Her hand grazes my rigid jaw and my body reacts immediately even though I maintain a cool demeanor.

  “Things are good now because we’ve been left alone. Outside forces haven’t been a huge factor yet,” she speaks rationally.

  My mood darkens despite her logic.

  She doesn’t want me for more than sex because of my status. In high school I didn’t stand a chance in hell with her because of my social circle and now she’s telling me the same thing ten years later. Only with a different twist.

  Whatever I do, it seems like I can’t win.

  Gritting my teeth, I decide this is bullshit.

  From that point on, every time Olivia tries to engage me in conversation, I keep my answers short and simple.

  When I see confusion flicker on her face, I avert my eyes to ease the guilt.

  Even in my dark mood, I’m hard as a rock being this close to her.

  While the credits roll on the episode we’re watching, Olivia rises and I think she’s going to leave the room to let me brood in solitude.