Pregnant By Her Older Billionaire 3: A BWWM Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Matthew and Cara)

by Katie Dowe

  She turned to look at him and she was thankful for the cover of the night. Otherwise, he would have seen her cheeks flushed.

  “I don’t want you to take me home,” she said in a soft voice.

  He reached for her hand and took her hand in his.

  “Arthur, take us home, please,” he said as he interlaced his fingers with her.

  She leaned back and looked outside the window as they drove down the well-lit streets. She loved how much the night life in Johannesburg reminded her of New York. Life never really stopped when the sun went down in Johannesburg.

  She looked at her building as they drove past it and felt her heart skip a beat. She was really doing this. The few seconds that it took getting from her apartment complex to his house seemed like forever. When they finally got there, she exhaled deeply as they pulled up in front of the huge town house.

  “You live here?” she asked as she looked at the huge house.

  “Yeah, is there a problem?” he asked and she shrugged.

  “No…not really. It’s just that…this place is huge.” She pointed out and he smiled.

  “Says the lady who lives in a three bedroom condo,” he said matter of factly as he opened the door and stepped out.

  “Well, at least it’s a condo and not some huge town house…I mean, should I be concerned?” she asked as he stretched his hand out to take hers.

  “What do you mean?” he asked when she got out.

  “I mean, do you live out here all by your lonesome?” she asked as they slowly made their way to the main entrance. He smiled at her and began making his way towards the front door.

  “Were you expecting someone to be here with me?” he asked and she bit her lower lip. “Don’t do that…you have no idea what you make me feel when you do.”

  “Do what?” she asked.

  “That. Bite your lip.”

  He put his hand on what looked like a biometric hand scanner and she was right. He opened the door and punched in a code on the side of the door to disarm the code.

  “Biometric lock, alarm code and bodyguards,” she said as they walked into the house. “Is there something you are not telling me?”

  He led her into the large living room.

  “When you have seen half the things I have seen in life, you learn to be cautious in life.” He walked over to his mini-bar and poured himself a glass of gin. “Drink?” he asked and she shook her head.

  “We downed almost an entire bottle of forty year old wine,” she said.

  “Thirty eight,” he said and she shook her head.

  “What?” she asked, a little confused.

  “The bottle we took was actually thirty eight years old.”

  “Well, exactly.” She put her purse on the table and looked at him. “I don’t think I can take any more alcohol. And maybe I shouldn’t even consider it.”

  Vasili took two gulps of the gin before he walked over to where she was. He looked into her eyes and gently slipped an arm around her waist. Her heart was racing mostly because she knew what was going to happen next.

  “You asked if I lived here alone,” he started and she nodded. “And I told you I do but what I don’t know about you is whether I should be concerned about stepping on any toes.”

  She shook her head.

  “But I don’t know why I feel like you are holding something back…like there is something to you…you wouldn’t want me to see.”

  He shook his head.

  “Why would you ever feel that way?”

  His hand was securely firm on her lower back, a finger gently caressing her naked skin. She felt a shiver going down her spine as he shook his head. She bit her lower lip again and he exhaled loudly.

  “I told you not to do that,” he said in a whisper before he pulled her closer to himself and kissed her lips softly. She closed her eyes as she felt him taking her lower lip in between his own warm ones and then the other. She could feel bolts of electricity shooting through her body as he held her tightly against his body.

  He was not shy about his kiss either. His tongue was gently roaming inside her mouth, softly caressing the inside of her mouth. She was almost breathless by the time he pulled away. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you bite your lip.”

  Her lips parted. She wanted to talk. She wanted to say something but for some reason, she just couldn’t talk. She could feel herself getting lost in his eyes. Her heart seemed to be racing even more than before and suddenly, she didn’t know why but she was cold. She whimpered as he gently ran the side of his hand down her upper arm.

  “You are perfect,” he whispered. “In every single way.”

  His hand slowly came up and began pulling down her zipper before he gently pushed the dress off her shoulders. She was looking right into his eyes as he slowly pulled down her dress, exposing her barely covered nakedness to him. He caught his breath when he looked down at her full breasts behind the white lace bra she had on. The contrast of the white fabric against her brown flawless skin was all he needed to get his cock to twitch. She looked down at him as he got lower and lower, pulling her dress down to the ground.

  “Step out of your dress,” he said in a soft but still commanding tone. He took a step back and looked at her as she obediently complied. He could not help it when a smile played on his lips. It was like he was living his fantasy at that moment. She was everything he had always wanted. Everything he had always fantasized.

  He took a step forward and gently held the back of her neck. He could feel her soft hair brushing against his knuckles as he moved closer and kissed her again. He pulled away and kissed her chin softly before he went on kissing her neck and then her shoulder. She slowly brought a hand up and held on to his neck as she rolled her head to the side allowing him to kiss her neck for longer. She was moaning softly and he was gently making his way down to her chest. He pulled away briefly and took her hand in his before he pulled her to the couch. He was about to undo the clasp on her bra when she put her hands on his shoulder to push off his jacket.

  “Are you sure you want to do this with someone like me? Someone who seems to be holding back?” he asked and she nodded.

  “I don’t want to talk. Or even think about this,” she said in a whisper as she pulled his tie off. She began undoing his shirt buttons slowly. “Right now, I just want you.”

  When she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, she let her eyes caress his perfect physique before she felt his hand on her back, undoing her bra clasp. She gasped when she felt her breasts suddenly free of their constraints.

  Her nipples were already hard, begging and aching for attention. He pulled her to himself and gently lowered her on the couch. She whimpered softly when her hard nipples rubbed against his chest. She closed her eyes as he traced his lips down from her neck to her better than perfect mounds but he expertly avoided her hard nipples making her whimper in disapproval. He moved even lower on her tummy and gently kissed her tummy before tracing his lips lower to her waist.

  He took her panties in between his teeth and began pulling them down. She raised her hips, allowing him to pull her panties down. Needless to say, she was already wet. It could have been the fact that he was doing things she had only thought possible in a well-orchestrated romantic scene or the simple fact that she was trying to ignore: that she was wildly attracted to him.

  She was panting and he was breathing hard as he traced his lips down her soft and sensitive inside thigh. She raised her head and balanced her weight on her elbows as he engulfed her salty depths. He was running his tongue on her already distended clit and then up and down her slit. She was shaking and getting wetter by the second. It was like she had a fountain inside her that had suddenly come undone. She let out a loud gasp when she suddenly felt him plunging his tongue into her hot depths. She collapsed on the couch, arched her back and moaned loudly as he licked. And kissed. And sucked. He knew every right spot to run that ever so hard tongue on and one hand was gently caressing her left hard nippl
ed breast.

  It seemed like forever before he finally brought himself up to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips and on his tongue, and his hard cock was pressing hard against her crotch. He was moaning as he nibbled at her ear, mumbling something in a language she could not really understand. She quickly concluded that he was speaking Russian.

  He pulled away and quickly got out of his pants. Malia was surprised to see that he was not wearing any boxers or briefs. But this was not the time to question his preferences. When he joined her back on the couch, she spread herself and he settled right in between her legs.

  “I want you,” she moaned in a soft voice. “I want you right now.”

  “I’m right here,” he said as he positioned his cock at her opening.

  She whimpered as he slowly began working his cock into her. She was moaning softly as he began pushing in, spreading her out. It was a feeling she had not felt for a long time. She was digging her nails into his back and he began moving in and out of her slowly. She moaned softly as he worked his way into her wet depths. Pretty soon, he was easing his cock in and out, slowly but surely. He loved how his cock felt with her pussy all around him tightening like a clamp. Without even realizing it, she had her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her. She was moaning and he was grunting as he picked up the pace.

  “Harder,” she moaned before she took his ear lobe in between her teeth making him moan softly.

  “Are you sure?” he asked and she kissed his neck.

  “Oh yeah,” she whispered. “Harder!”

  Vasili didn’t need any second bidding. He began slamming himself against her pelvis, getting himself deeper and deeper into her. The only sound they could hear in the house was of his balls smacking against her wetness. It was perfection. It was pure perfection. Perhaps even better than that.

  It was bliss.

  She suddenly buried her head in his shoulder and moaned loudly as he slammed against her hard, making her come apart all around him. Feeling her heat all around his cock was the final push he needed to explode inside her.

  “Oh fuck, Malia!” he cried out as he gave her one final thrust.

  Chapter 5

  Malia would have loved to sleep in and wake up in Vasili’s arms. It was not just the fact that she was literally getting over Mark but also the feeling that someone actually cared for her more than she cared for him. But unfortunately for her, being so hands on with her business, she had to leave early. He looked at her as she put on her dress and smiled at her.

  “Do you always rush out of bed or is it just me?” he asked. “Should I maybe be concerned?”

  She smiled and then forced out a laugh as she pulled up her zipper.

  “I got a text from the office. Apparently one of my new clients, some Nigerian oil tycoon is going to be in town today and he plans on stopping by for an impromptu lunch meeting.” She looked around and sighed. “Have you seen my purse and shoes?”

  “They are probably still out in the living room.” Vasili pulled himself to a sitting position. “But you don’t have to go all the way to your place before you go to the office. You will be losing valuable time.”

  She waved a hand over her dress and shrugged.

  “Well, there is no way I am walking into my office like this. I would basically be doing a walk of shame,” she said smiling.

  “I never said you have to do the walk of shame.” He took a long deep breath and reached for his phone. “Stay and have breakfast. You will be in tip top shape when you get to the office.”

  “But…” she started but he held up a finger as he dialed a number. “Who are you calling?” she asked but he didn’t answer.

  “Sarah, hi. I need you to get me four office wear outfits for a size ten woman delivered to my house within the hour.”

  Malia looked at him and raised an eyebrow, surprised he was really doing this.

  “What are you doing?” she mouthed to him.

  “And a make-up artist too,” he added. “Actually, make that two hours. I don’t think we are quite done here yet.”

  Malia bit her lip and shook her head as she held a finger up.

  “Fine. Make that an hour.” Vasili ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Someone is in a hurry.”

  “Am I being held hostage or something?” she asked and he shook his head as he hung up. He got up from bed and took her hand before he pulled her back on the bed. “What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper when he pulled down her zipper.

  “What do you think I’m doing?” he asked. He pulled her dress down and looked at her perky tits. “I haven’t had enough of you yet.”

  She closed her eyes when he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

  “If you start this again, I don’t think I will make that meeting,” she said when he slid his hand down her torso, gently brushing against her breast.

  “Well, I am not looking to start anything. Just breakfast,” he said before he kissed her lips. “But I would rather have you in a bathrobe or my shirt than all dressed up again. Because God knows I can hardly control myself around you in that dress.”

  She smiled as he pulled her dress lower so that it could pool around her feet. She made her way to the bathroom and got a bathrobe.

  “So do you make breakfast for all the women you bring home?” she asked as she walked back into the room.

  “Honestly, I have never had any woman here.” He pulled on a pair of sweat pants.

  “Really? I am just supposed to believe that?” she asked and he nodded. “Because you are kind of hot and it is just hard picturing a world where you just sleep alone night after night.”

  “Well, you better believe it,” he said, taking her hand in his. “Now, I know you are in a hurry so I think I will just make something quick for you as you freshen up. By the time you come downstairs I will be all done.”

  ‘Do I need to ask what you will be making?” she asked and he shook his head.

  “How about I just surprise you?” he said and she nodded. “There are fresh towels in the bathroom and a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.”

  She smiled.

  “And you still expect me to believe that you have never had a woman here?” she asked and he nodded.

  “Guess the only thing you can do is just trust me,” he said as he walked out of the bedroom.

  A smile played on Malia’s lips. She walked back into the bathroom and got the shower started. She closed her eyes as the water ran down her face and into her hair. She could feel a sense of relaxation, one she had not felt in a long time.

  She could not help but wonder what the previous night meant. It could have been just a booty call and a perfect one at that. But it could also be something that could translate to a very long chapter of her life. She was not sure whether she had spent ten or fifteen minutes in the shower before she finally got out. She wrapped her now curly hair in a towel and put on a bathrobe. She could smell pancakes as she made her way out of the bedroom.

  “Something smells good,” she said when she got to the kitchen.

  “Hope you like waffles,” Vasili said as she sat down at the kitchen counter. He put a glass of orange juice in front of her and she smiled.

  “To be honest I thought I smelled pancakes but this works too,” she said with a smile. She looked down at the plate Vasili had just placed in front of her. “Your plating skills are amazing!” She pointed out as she looked at her plate, the waffle at the bottom and a topping of banana, raspberry and chocolate syrup. “A girl could get used to this,” she said as he sat down next to her.

  “I wouldn’t mind if the girl got used to this,” he said in a soft voice as he looked at her.

  “So, I know this is probably a conversation we should have had at dinner,” she started as she took a bite of her waffle and fruit. “But you know all about me and what I do.”

  “Yeah?” he said in a soft voice.

  “All I know about you is that you are Russian.” />
  ‘What more would you like to know?”

  “Well, for starters, what do you do?”

  “I am a businessman. Got a few business ventures around the world…I just wanted to come out to Africa to just chill in retirement.”

  “Retirement?” she asked, laughing. “You talk like you are fifty or something.”

  “Well, I planned on retiring as early as I could and thankfully I was alive long enough to do so. So yeah, I might sound fifty because people with my background don’t usually make it past thirty five unless you are a mob boss or something.”

  She shook her head in confusion.

  “People with your background?” she asked and he nodded.

  “It’s a long story.”

  “One I would love to hear sometime.”

  Vasili looked into her eyes and smiled.

  “What if I tell you all about me and it scares you off?” He might have said it lightly but he meant every word.

  “Why would I get scared? Is your past that dark?” she asked and he took a long sip of his juice.

  “If it was, would you run for the hills?” he asked and she took another bite of her waffle and fruit. She took a long second and shrugged.

  “It depends.” She took a sip of her juice. “I hate being lied to and it is still kind of early to make any decisions. But if and when you do tell me whatever it is that is so dark about your past, I would like you to be honest.”

  “Even if honesty means something really negative?” he asked.

  “Honesty has to remain exactly that: honest. So, if you do tell me what is going on, good or bad, I will find a way of living with it.”

  Vasili smiled.

  “Seriously?” he asked. Those were words he never thought he would hear from anyone.

  She nodded.

  “Yeah, seriously.”

  They were still looking into each other’s eyes when Vasili’s bodyguard walked in.

  “Mr. Zakharov,” he said and Vasili looked up. “Sarah is here and she said to tell you that she brought a make-up artist.”