Made for Me: (A Bad Boy Billionaire & Single Mom Story)

by Weston Parker

  I reached forward, my hand falling upon his crotch where his hard length was tight inside of his pants. “So impatient,” I said.

  He smirked. “You’re the one who suggested taking our meal on the road, so I think you’re the impatient one.” He took off his jacket and loosened his tie.

  “Fine, I’m impatient, and you’re still dressed.” I moved my hands to undo the zipper on his pants and then slipped my hand inside to feel his hard length.

  “I think you’re doing a fine job,” he said, putting his hands up.

  I grabbed his waistband and tugged his pants down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them as I pulled his tie off and then unbuttoned his shirt.

  He took care of his cuffs, and soon, his clothes were on the floor with my dress.

  I wore nothing but my undergarments, and he reached between my breasts and unhooked my lacy bra and then hooked his fingers into the elastic of my panties and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and walked over to the bed where I glanced over my shoulders and crawled up onto the bed on all fours. I curled my finger to call him to me, and he moved forward and leaned over to grab me around the waist.

  “This is an interesting position you’re in, don’t you think? So vulnerable to me. I could just about make you do anything I want. Take you any way I want.” He hugged me close to his hips, his thick cock pressing against my ass.

  “So why are you still talking?” I asked, giving him a wink.

  “Is that what you want? A good hard fucking?” He pushed against me with a little force, and I grew hot with anticipation.

  “Well, if you want me to scream your name,” I said. “I think it’s the best way to ensure you get what you want.”

  “I’m not only concerned for what I want.” He leaned over and whispered closer. “I want to give you what you want, Jessica. I want you to tell me.” He slipped his hand around to my front and rubbed my clit firmly.

  My breath hitched as my body tensed. “I want you to give it to me hard.”

  He pulled his hips away and then brought them against me fast and hard, slapping against me, but not penetrating. “Like that?”

  The feeling of his length against my ass made me tingle. “Yes, please. Just like that.” I needed him to bury that cock deep inside of me and fill me up. I needed to feel like a woman and not just a mother, but someone desirable.

  “I will take you that hard, Jessica, but first, I’m going to make you beg for it. Would you like that?”

  He knew how to tease. That was for sure. I was so worked up that I could feel my juices flowing. “Yes,” I said with a smile. “I’d like that very much.”

  His hand went between my legs, and soon, his fingers stroked my clit. Then two slipped into my channel, and I cried out as he kissed his way across my bottom and lapped at my tight star.

  My eyes rolled back in my head, and as his fingers worked my G-spot, I felt the first sensations of my release coming over me. I cried out and soon regretted not facing him. I moved forward on the bed and slowly made my way onto my back as he kissed and lapped and licked.

  “Good,” he said. “I’d rather look into your eyes and see your face when I make you come.” He dipped back down, and his mouth closed around my clit, his tongue doing a magic dance across it that had me writhing beneath him.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please give it to me. I need you.”

  He rose up and smiled. “Far be it from me to deprive you.” He moved back, took his cock in his hand, and stroked it. As he pumped it in his palm a few times, I moved forward, sitting up on my ass to give it a nice long kiss that had me licking him down his shaft to his balls, which felt heavy and hot on my tongue.

  “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth as I closed my lips around his head. “That’s so good. Do that.” He took a few deep breaths as I sucked just the tip, licking his tiny slit and flicking my tongue around his rim.

  He started to move his hips, and soon, I was taking him deeper, my mouth so watery I was soon slurping on his flesh as he popped in and out of my throat. He pulled his cock free and rubbed it on my cheek, shoving it back in and out again until I could barely keep my breath.

  “Hard now, please?” I still wanted what I wanted, and he stepped back and stroked his cock.

  With his other hand, he drew a tiny circle in the air. “Spin around. I’ll give you exactly what you want, baby. But I hope you’re ready.”

  I quickly turned over and presented my ass in the air, keeping my knees apart well enough to bid entrance. He moved up behind me, and I soon felt his thick cock press against my slit. He pushed forward, sinking into my channel and splitting me wide until I thought I might rip apart.

  Thankfully, he took the first part slowly, and soon, I settled around his girth and caught my breath as he rocked his hips slowly to begin. I moaned out, and the sound seemed to encourage him as he quickened his pace.

  “Harder,” I cried. He gripped my hips harder, and his thrusts became more deliberate, pounding me wildly until I came so hard, I thought I might just fall apart, and knowing if I did, I wouldn’t care as long as he held onto the pieces and didn’t stop.

  “That’s my good girl. You soaked me down that time. I want to make you do it again.” He tilted my ass upward and then got upon the bed over me, angling his cock down at my G-spot. As his thick girth, which was diamond hard, slapped against it with each thrust, he got his wish.

  I had never been so wet and worked up, and I knew that it was only the beginning. We continued on like that for another hour, bringing me through multiple releases like only he could do.

  I had never really known sex until Cole. Even though I had a child with Cameron, he was never as adventurous, and while he wasn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of man, he was never as attentive to my needs the way Cole was.

  We changed positions, and while I lay on my back, he moved me to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs up over his shoulders, kissing my ankles as he thrust back inside of me and slowly fucked me. His pace had slowed down to a nice sensual pace, and it had me in an almost dream-like state of pleasure as he suddenly buried deep and held my hips close as he came.

  He stayed buried inside of me and looked down as he gave a slight thrust here and there. “That was amazing,” he said. “I think I should take you to the shower and see how hard I can fuck you against the wall. How would you like that?”

  “I’d love it,” I said. The ache between my legs was ever-growing in his absence.

  He took my hands, led me to the bathroom, and turned on the water in the shower. Then he brought me close and held my face in his hands. He looked deep into my eyes and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “I still haven’t heard my name,” he said with a smile.

  “What are you going to do about that?” I teased and licked my lips as the steam filled the room around us.

  “I think there’s a lot to be done about that,” he said. He reached for my hand, and we stepped into the warm shower together. He reached down and cupped my bottom, bringing me up against him. After lifting me up, he spun us around and put my back to the cold shower wall.

  His cock rutted against me, and he thrust a few times until he was settled back inside of me. Then he looked me in the eyes as if he could see into my soul, and his hips thrust as we began to grind. It felt so good on my clit that it wasn’t long before another release overcame me. This time, so intense that before I knew it, I was shouting in ecstasy. “Cole!” The name ripped from my throat, and I must have said it a few more times because he gave a chuckle.

  “There’s my girl. Scream it for me.”

  “Cole. Please. More.” He pounded me through it, and when it passed, leaving me to quake and quiver around his erection, I slowly milked his cock, trying so desperately to earn his seed.

  His mouth fell upon my breasts, his stubbly chin scratching softly against the tender skin, which made me moan. He rolled my nipple with his tongue as he worked me, and soon, he pulled away, and his own sounds of ple
asure escaped his lips. “Here I come.”

  Knowing he was about to experience great pleasure turned me on even more, and I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of him twitching inside of me.

  “You’re such a dirty girl. Wanting it hard.” He gave me a slap on the ass and then cut off the water. “Let’s get you back to bed. I want to hold my baby.”

  Hearing him say that only made me worry about the kids, and when we got done and went back to the bedroom, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at my phone in case Leslie had tried to call.

  But what I saw on the screen was enough to make me scream, “No!”

  That got Cole’s attention, and he was at my side in a minute to offer comfort. “What happened?”

  “It’s the cake shop. They had a family emergency and have to cancel the order.” I got a sinking feeling inside. “I just knew something would go wrong.”

  I tried really hard not to cry, but a tear escaped the corner of my eye. Cole quickly brushed it away and kissed where it had been. “It’s just a cake, baby. At least it wasn’t the kids. We can find another one, and it will be just as good.”

  “I guess you’re right.” I wiped my tears. “There are worse things that could happen. I just hope that none of them do.”

  “I know, baby. Everything will be fine, I promise.” He pulled me close and led me to the bed where he took me in his arms and held me the rest of the night.

  Cole

  It was amazing what a little one-on-one time with my woman could do for me, and as I walked into the office on Monday morning, I had a little bit more spring in my step. Sleeping in an extra hour with my girl might have helped too.

  “Good morning, sir,” said Becky as I passed her desk. “Mr. Barnhart is already here. He said to tell him when you arrived.”

  “Thanks, I’ll head on up.” If he was looking for me at this hour, it was likely to be important, so instead of going straight to my office, I decided to head to his. But when I stepped off the elevator, he was coming down the hall.

  I turned and headed to my office so he could follow. “Please tell me you have good news, Tanner.” I didn’t need any bad just six days before my wedding.

  Tanner quickened his step to join me and stopped with me while I unlocked my door. “I wish I did have better news. This just might kill our friendship.”

  I didn’t even want to look at him. With a quick swipe of my thumb, the lock disengaged, and I pushed the door open. “I tried to find the permits the other day, hoping you’d left them.” I turned to glance at his reaction and knew I shouldn’t have. It didn’t give me any hope at all. “You can imagine my surprise and worry when you hadn’t.”

  He walked into the office with me and took a seat in front of my desk. “I checked on the dates, just like you wanted, but I’m afraid I was wrong about the ninety days. The permits expire this weekend.”

  I walked over to the minibar and took out two glasses. “Then we test it before Saturday. That gives us an entire week, right?” I poured two glasses of scotch and brought him one. It was early, yes, but the kind of news he’d brought required something to help me swallow it.

  Tanner held up a hand as if to calm me. “I will get on the phone and see what we can do, but so far, the only day available is—”

  “Don’t say Saturday,” I snapped, shaking my head. I didn’t want to hear it. He was supposed to have been on the permits to ensure they were kept up to date, and he had dropped the ball where it could hurt me the most.

  Tanner was my oldest and dearest friend, and while I knew he would never do anything like this deliberately, it still pissed me off. “I’m sorry,” he said, hanging his head. I could tell he truly meant it. “I’ll take all the blame.”

  “I can’t let you take it all. I should have double-checked. Besides, I’m even sorrier. I get to tell my wife that I broke my word. I let something happen that might ruin her big day.” I took a deep breath.

  Tanner met my eyes. “What are you going to do?”

  He wasn’t going to like my response. “I’m going to get married.” I was hellbent and determined that nothing was going to stand in my way this time. So far, everyone was healthy, and things were planned to go off without a hitch, just the way Jessica wanted.

  “But we have investors, Cole. We have people who are counting on seeing their investments pay off.”

  “So, they’ll just see it happen after I’m a married man.”

  Tanner took a deep breath and got up from the desk. “There’s something else.”

  He hadn’t told me everything?

  “Does it get worse?” I sipped my drink and returned to my desk, feeling like my whole world was spinning out of control.

  “I’m afraid that if you don’t utilize the set time, there’s a layover. That could take months. We could stand to lose a lot of money, and your investors will not be happy about it.”

  “If I don’t get married on Saturday, Jessica will not be happy, and I care a whole hell of a lot more about her than them.”

  “With most of our biggest investors involved, it could devastate the profits. Cost jobs.” Tanner had to go and remind me. Unfortunately, I had a lot of employees that I had to be concerned with, and if it came right down to it, they’d never forgive me for putting their jobs at risk to postpone the test flight.

  Most of them didn’t like the way I’d brought Jessica into the company, and the last thing I needed was another reason for them to dislike her. Their attitude toward her really wasn’t from anything of her doing.

  “Then you need to get your ass to your office and see if you can get an extension. I don’t need weeks. Just a day. I’ll do it on Sunday.”

  “I’ll try my hardest, but it’s highly unlikely to happen.” Tanner took his drink to the window.

  “Make it happen. Nothing is going to ruin my wedding day.” I put my drink down and rubbed my temples.

  Tanner turned and glanced over his shoulders at me. “Maybe this is a sign,” he said. “That you’re not supposed to marry her.”

  I narrowed my eyes and hoped it told him to tread very carefully. “I know you’ve always been worried about my relationship with Jessica, but I love her and we have a family. This is only going to seal the deal and make it more official.”

  “Exactly, you already have a family together. You live together and share everything, so what will it change if you say your vows this Saturday in comparison of what it might do to the company? You married this project first. You can’t abandon it now. Not for a long layover that’s going to put a dent in our pockets.”

  I knew he was right, but I didn’t want to hear it. Jessica wouldn’t want to hear it either. “Then I suggest you work harder than you ever have to make sure that this is all a non-factor. Get me that extension.”

  “You know I can only try. Unfortunately, the government doesn’t give a shit about your wedding.” His words were harsh but true.

  I sank down in my chair, feeling like that scrawny whipped boy that still lived in his father’s house. “I know. Just try, okay? I have to tell her I at least tried.”

  I hated the thought of going home to tell her the test flight was going to most likely interfere with the wedding, but that was what I was going to have to do. Like it or not, I had to tell her and soon.

  She’d been so disappointed the first time. The impromptu wedding we’d planned was just a day away when she landed in the emergency room with preeclampsia. Luckily, they were able to bring her through her full term safely, but she’d been closely monitored and on extreme bed rest.

  I’d been a mess during that time, praying day and night that they would both be okay. I’d been busy with meetings that day and felt guilty that I’d not been home to rush her to the emergency care. If it hadn’t been for Leslie, things could have been much worse.

  I’d never forget that call coming in and having to leave the meetings to rush down to see her admitted. I’d dropped it all for her then and would do the same for her now. But the f
eeling of guilt for my absence still hung with me, and I knew I would never be able to make it up to her or myself.

  That was why I knew deep in my heart that if I had to choose, I would choose marrying her.

  “Some days, I don’t know whether I should envy you or not,” he said, bringing my head around.

  Did he mean that he does envy me? “You have no reason to. I’m the one who has always envied you. You were born into riches and power, and I was beaten and poor.”

  He gave a nod. “Yes, that’s how it was, but look at all you have now. A woman you’d burn the world down for. And all I have is a woman my mother chose for me because I embarrassed her.”

  I gave him a sideward look. “You embarrassed her?”

  “Yes. It’s not a big secret that I felt threatened when you and Jessica got together. I thought I was never going to find the right one, and so I decided to go through many. One day, I was at the club with one girl and then another. And soon, people were starting to whisper.”

  “You dated women from your mother’s country club?” He usually knew better than to shit where he ate. That had been what he’d always warned me about.

  “Yeah, and even worse, it wasn’t other members. No, I was fucking the staff. And a few of the girls got overly attached, and before I knew it, they were all trying to impress my mother and caused quite a scene one day fighting over me. So, one morning when I joined my mother for brunch, things got really heated, and after a nasty catfight, my mother, who was mortified, had them all fired. She said the only way to make it up to her was to fix my reputation.”

  “By dating Mercedes?” I asked. That hardly seemed like it would do anything to help.

  “Yes, because she comes from a good family. Never mind that she isn’t my type. Nope, I get no choice in the matter.” He took a deep breath and turned to meet my eyes. “You’re a lucky man. You not only get the woman but the family too. Mercedes despises children, which might be a good thing because I’m quite sure if we did have any babies, she’d eat them.”

  I joined him with a chuckle. “It can’t be that bad.” I’d only heard about her and seen her picture, but we’d never actually met.