The Billionaire’s Surprise Heir: A Second Chance, Secret Baby Romance
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Building up the pace, we fuck like there's no tomorrow. My cock's so hard it hurts. But the sensitive pleasure I receive from her soft wetness is exquisite. She lifts her ass off the bed so I can slide deep inside. And then squeezes her vaginal muscles around my girth. Our fucking gathers pace as I pound in and out, and she responds in kind by gyrating her hips in rhythm. I can’t take this much longer. Our fucking is so intense it's driving me crazy with some animalistic passion.
One more eager thrust and I’m tipped beyond the point of no return. I let out a manly animalistic grunt as my shaft grows thicker and I lose all control. The swelling of my dick and the hard thrusts sets off her orgasm too. Tiffany cries out in abandonment, raking her nails along my back. Without thinking I clamp my hand over her mouth, hard, but I don’t care. My sex-fuelled instincts have taken over. The orgasm feels so strong that I thrust her even harder, maybe too hard. There are no complaints of pain though, instead, it seems to arouse her even more. The glory shines down on us as we synchronize our rhythm for a few seconds of ecstatic elation. Both of us, grunting together. I remove my hand from her mouth and lean down to bite hard on her soft fleshy tit. Not realizing, I leave an imprint of my teeth in her voluminous flesh. The pain seems to spur her on for one last effort and she bucks her hips faster, adding to our orgasmic euphoria.
Then we are through and out the other side of our combined lovemaking. Our cataclysmic event is over and I collapse by her side, not wanting to crush her in her vulnerable state.
“Wow!” I say. “That was fucking intense!”
She breaths heavy and fast, unable to talk, and nods her head in agreement.
“Shit! I shout out, sitting up fast. “I've bruised you, I’m so sorry.”
Tiffany looks down at where my eyes are gazing, and we both see the teeth marks around her nipple.
I'm unsure what to say, ashamed of my aggression on her tender body. I never meant to hurt her but she fucking turns me crazy when we make love.
“It’s okay, Calvin.” She smiles at my worried face. “I enjoyed every painful moment. Come on. Let's shower together. There’s something I have to do before we leave,” she says with a mischievous grin on her face.
“You forgive me?” I ask, following her naked ass to the wet room.
“Oh yes, I forgive you and I’m going to show you how much I love your beautiful dick,” she tells me.
Then she unexpectedly drops to her knees in front of me. Her face looks up at me and her eyes are wide open and innocent looking. The look seems completely out of place with my growing member between her sweet, pink lips.
I'm worried that my dick is spent but this woman does things to me that trigger my alpha instincts. Looking down at her, I see her red hair bobbing back and forth. With each motion, she takes in more of my cock until it disappears between her lips. Once or twice she gags as she goes too far. Soon, she gets the hang of it and in no time the whole of my erection is buried in her mouth. My hairy, sticky balls rest against her chin as her mouth is full of dick. I can even see the bulge in her throat from my throbbing erection.
“Ohhh...fuck!” Is all I can manage to say. “That's fucking amazing.”
Now that she's mastered taking in my whole cock, she begins to slide her wet lips slide up and down my shaft. She sucks hard on it, causing her cheeks to hollow. The scene is set as dirty with this beautiful redhead on her knees, worshiping my erection. The sensation tingles every muscle in my body as I start to reach a climax. She slows down, but her suction is still as voracious...she pushes me over the edge. In the nick of time, she pulls the throbbing member from her mouth with an audible plop. Is that my dick squirting seed all over her voluptuous breasts? Jeez! My mind's on another planet as my knees turn to jelly. It takes all my willpower not to slide down on my ass.
“That’s what I call a sticky shower,” she says, looking down at the splashes of my milky sperm all over her tits. But, she has one last performance in store for me. Dipping her finger in the white substance, she brings it up to her mouth and then sucks the finger clean... “Hmmm...yummy.”
I nearly come again at the sight!
We shower together, soaping each other's intimate places. Despite my double climax, I soon have another huge throbber, ready and waiting. Drying each other off we make our way back to the bed, where we lie naked in each other's arms and soon fall asleep.
The next morning we all meet on the deck. It's another beautiful San Francisco day and the sun is spreading its warmth. We laugh together over breakfast as we're still in our classy clothes from the previous night's dinner. This must be one of the most overdressed breakfast occasions ever. I could have told her there’s a wardrobe full of my clothes for me to change into, but then she would have known that I own the boat. The time wasn’t right to tell her the truth. I felt a pang of guilt at hiding my secret from her but I knew patience would pay off.
“Can we meet, tomorrow?” I ask her before she leaves. “There are things I want to discuss with you.”
She looks worried but agrees to meet me after her shift, over at the coffee shop opposite the clinic. That’s all I can ask for, though I’d have preferred another whole evening with her. Tomorrow, I intend on telling her all about my successes since we last met. Then we both have the truth out in the open.
Chapter 16
Shocking Revelation
I discretely look through the plain glass doors of the coffee shop, and I'm relieved to see Calvin sitting at a table. He spots me and waves me over.
“I’ll go throw this bag into the car,” I say to him as he opens the door coming over to greet me.
It reminds me of when we’d meet up after lectures in college. Oh, the good old days. He watches me walk over to Dora, and I place my uniform in the trunk. When I return to him he's standing outside the coffee shop and greets me with a smile on his face.
“Wow, I’ve only seen your car in the dark and hadn’t realized it’s bright yellow,” he laughs at my Dora.
“And?” I challenge him,
“And...and nothing, it’s just so you,” he stutters.
“She doesn’t go fast and furious," I tell him with no shame. "I must ask Ali to have a look at her, ‘cos I can hear some weird noise at the back.”
“Ali knows how to fix cars?” He asks sounding surprised.
Is this a wee bit of chauvinism shining through?
“Hell, yes she can. Ali's the best mechanic in town. I highly recommend her if you have a car,” I inform him. “Not that she’s short of customers, mind, she’s very popular.”
He nods his head smiling, and sort of looking as if he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.
“It’s been so warm lately, do you mind if we stay out here?” I ask him.
“So long as I can do the talking and you do the listening,” he says, intriguing my curiosity.
The waitress takes our order and we begin to relax. I’ve been looking forward to this coffee with Calvin, all day. I’m not telling him about Callum yet though. I’ve decided to wait and see if we develop a relationship first. Something inside me is holding back, and anyway now is not the time, so I tell myself.
He begins, “You know I said I dabble in lots of things. Well, I own a few large companies.”
“Oh! Good for you, Calvin, I knew you could make it. That’s very impressive.”
Our conversation is cut off when the coffee arrives. The waitress places one of the cups on the table. As she pulls her arm away, the table begins to rattle and coffee spills all over the table cloth. The waitress looks around with panic clear in her eyes.
Calvin looks at his cell phone. “Oh man!” He says, also looking worried. “I’ve got an app that alerts me for quakes. Come on let’s get outta here.”
As I stand up I miss a step as the ground trembles under my feet. Calvin's strong arms stop me from falling. My head is filled with car alarms bursting to life. The street fills with a cacophony of sounds, and people come running out of buildings.
While I’m checking that all’s well at home, Calvin is walking me with one of his arms over my shoulder. I find it comforting and quite reassuring. I’ve cut out all the noise going on around us because all I can think about is my son now. As I finish the call it feels surreal. I'm seated inside a very luxurious car and I don't remember getting there. I’ve been so concerned about mom and Callum, that I hadn’t noticed exactly what was going on.
“Come on," Calvin says, already pulling out and screeching off at speed. "I know a few short cuts. The main roads will be chaos. How’s your family?”
I nod my head silently, starting to feel the shock of this pending disaster. Sirens wail in the background and I'm sure there's another tremor, but it could be my imagination.
“They’re fine," I say, stopping to take a deep breath. "Callum's with my mom. She says she's listened to an expert being interviewed on TV. They say the quake measured 3.5, so it was only a small one. It’s my son though, he’s worried sick that the earth tremor is going to eat me up.”
“Not on my shift,” Calvin says, flashing me a reassuring smile.
“Is this the right way?” I ask as he meanders through some narrow streets.
“Trust me, you’ll be there much quicker than the usual route.”
He’s right, what normally takes me up to forty minutes he does in twenty. We’re soon pulling up outside my home. Callum comes running out of the house screaming for me.
“Mommy, mommy,” he shouts as he runs up to me. I’m so relieved to have him in my arms that I don’t think about Calvin standing right behind me. With Callum in my arms, I turn to thank him, and I’m suddenly stricken silent from the stunned look on Calvin's face. He knows that Callum is his son!
Nodding my head I feel the tears of relief streaming down my cheeks. We look into each other’s eye and I’m struggling to read him. Is he angry? Pleased? It's impossible to tell.
“I’m... I’m sorry...” I stutter as I turn to run inside.
I'm not sure what I fear the most, another tremor or Calvin's reaction.
“Won’t you come in?” My mom asks him as I rush away.
I'm a little traumatized, not only at what Calvin now knows but also at the thought of a bigger quake.
Mom enters the house behind me, and she’s alone.
“He said he had to get to his brothers,” she tells me.
I know that he now knows that Callum is his son. That was clear to see on his face. I've always seen Calvin in Callum. It became even more obvious the older he got. That’s partly why I never wanted Calvin to see him. Now, it’s too late. All that I have worked hard to keep secret, is now out.
Mom babbles on about the quake but I’m not listening. “I don’t think anything will ever be the same again, mom. That was Callum’s father, and now he knows about my boy.”
The Aftermath
What a fucking day! Earth tremors and probably the biggest tremor of all, I have a son!
Why did she not tell me her child was mine! Another lie? Why? I don’t understand!
I knew as soon as I saw him. He looks a lot like the pictures I have from my childhood. I’ve missed so many years of his growing up because of that lying redhead.
To top it all off, I’m stuck in the ubiquitous traffic on the South Valley Freeway. That is not helping my stress levels at all! I've hardly moved in the last hour. It looks like I’m gonna be here for a while.
I reach over and change the radio station. The last thing I need right now is to listen to San Franciscan's panicking over a minor quake. That's all that's playing on the current news station. I tune into some classical music, which I often listen to when I'm stressed. My car’s surrounded by people on bicycles. Other's are walking, and some are even jumping over the long line of cars parked bumper to bumper.
It’s chaos out there, and right now, I want nothing to do with it. I’m a father. I’m a father! I can’t believe it! Why didn’t she tell me?
When she turned to walk away with him, instead of staying to explain it all to me, I lost it. Her mother looked equally confused, so I don’t think even she even knew I was the father either. Can I ever trust this woman? That beautiful little boy is my son. I have a child to the one woman on all this earth that I love. There has to be some reasonable explanation of why she never told me.
All these years I’ve been a father and I didn’t know it. But how? I’m always so careful. I've used contraceptives for as long as I can remember since being sexually active. The last thing I needed was to end up being tagged to some woman I happened to have sex with. Yeah, I'm not proud of my younger self. Though I continue to be careful now because of gold diggers. There's plenty of them about, trust me. Not that I see Tiffany as a gold digger, on the contrary. Once she knows about my wealth she’s more likely to run. Money! They say it can’t buy you happiness and I’m finally beginning to believe that. Despite all my wealth, the woman I want the most in the whole world is unobtainable. My son doesn’t even know I exist.
I'm sitting and watching the world pass me by, in a dazed dream. All I’m thinking about is that handsome little boy. My son. My heir. I have an heir to my business at last. It’s something Mia’s always going on about. Telling me I need to find a wife and settle down with kids. Well, I have the kid but no wife.
As my mind ponders on my problems, I turn to see the face of a young boy squashed up against the glass on my car door window. He’s pulling grotesque faces at me and I can’t help but laugh. He’s enjoying all this chaos caused by the quake. I can see his mom behind him, attempting to pull him away. She mouths the word sorry to me. Hah! One day my son will be a little mischief too if he isn’t already.
I have a son and I know nothing about him. What does he like? Is he naughty? Can he read? So many questions. Such a lot of catching up to do.
You’re not getting away with this, Tiffany. He’s my son too and you can’t stop me from seeing him.
The car in front moves a few feet and I follow. I have all the time in the world. I’m a father. I won’t lose my temper or complain. It’s time to be mature and show my son that I’m a good role model. I can’t wait to meet him.
Chapter 17
Life Goes On
“I can’t stay at home with you, baby. Grandma will be with you for cuddles,” I try to explain to my clingy son as it's time to go out to work.
“Mommy, what if the earth eats you up?” He cries out.
“It doesn’t happen like that, honey,” I reassure him. “It might shake a little again, but grandma’s here to look after you. Mommy has got to make sure those tiny babies are okay.”
My mom and I look at each other, both with the understanding of motherhood.
"You're my special baby and don’t you ever forget that," I quip in, in case he thinks the babies at work are more important. “I’ll be back as quick as a rabbit,” I say, knowing his favorite soft toy is a big-eared rabbit.
Mom takes him from me and he wraps his arms around her neck. I don’t know how I would manage without my mom. She’s been my rock since dad died.
Reluctantly, I leave my son. It's harder today for so many reasons. The tremor, the new father. I’d sooner stay at home in case he comes round but my pregnant moms can’t pick or choose their delivery day. Life goes on as normal, for me. Except it’s not normal anymore, is it? I know that in the next few days I’ll have a lot of explaining to do to both Calvin and Callum.
It surprised me that Calvin didn’t contact me last night. In a sense, I wish he had and then all this explaining would be over and done with. Instead, I spent hours until late into the night chatting with Ali. She’s always supportive of me. As with my mom, I don't know what I'd do without my best friend in my life. Of course, our conversation led to Nico. She's smitten with this guy and it sounds as though the feeling is mutual. I like Nico, he seems a sweet guy and I hope he doesn’t break her heart, or he’ll have me to deal with.
For me
though, all I can think about is my son and his father. What have I done?
Traffic moves so slow this morning as I make my way to work. I’ve never seen so many rude one-fingered gestures. Then there's the constant honking of horns, as I trundle into work with Dora. It’s not only the motorists who are edgy. I witnessed a woman pedestrian whack a car with her handbag as the jerk nearly ran her over. It’s still chaos out there and I’m so relieved when I pull up in the clinic parking lot. The cool air-conditioned corridors of the birthing center are a great relieving welcome. Well, that's until I hear some poor woman screaming blue murder as she delivers her child into the world. Bah! Earthquakes don’t change anything around here.
The Woman Who Presses my Buttons
Not one phone call from Tiffany with some sort of explanation. You’d have thought she’d at least try, but no, nothing. So, I decide to take things into my own hands. I’m waiting in the parking lot for her to come out of work, standing right outside the door so I don't miss her.
How strange life can be. Here I am, a handsome debonair kind of guy if I say so myself. In reality, I can gain the attention of any woman I desire. What am I doing with my life? Hah! Standing outside a birthing clinic, waiting for the woman who drives me crazy. It’s not only about me and her anymore, but there's also our son. He will come first now in everything I do.
Finally, the glass door opens and out she comes. When she sees me, she doesn’t look at all surprised and walks over to me.
“I’ll explain all I can, Calvin, but you’re partly to blame too, you know,” she tells me. “You can berate me all you like. What you have to realize is that I believed at the time that I’d made the right choice, and I stand by it.”
I say nothing and we automatically walk over to the coffee bar, as if we can read each other’s minds. Again, she takes a table outside and we remain silent until the waitress comes to take our order. Still, she stays quiet so I order for both of us.