Stroked by my Dad's Best Friend_A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  He slapped her hand away and marveled at the pointed tips of her nipples. They projected from her chest. He found that there was no way that he was going to prevent himself from grasping them with his teeth.

  Without saying a word, he approached her, pinning her to the bed and looking down at his captive audience. Her naked body was on display and he couldn’t help but admire her youthful exuberance. There was no beating around the bush. His mouth found itself occupied by those nipples poking against the surface of his tongue.

  “I have very… sensitive nipples.” Claire hugged his head to her chest letting him nurse on those hard pieces of candy.

  She was grateful for having the forethought to adorn her nipples with cherry gloss. It made him ravenous and the sensation was traveling down to her lower extremities.

  She felt the heavy presence of his shaft lying between her breasts with a trail of his excitement leaking from the top. She rubbed it into her skin and manhandled the long and imposing length of his manhood. It slid in between her breasts effortlessly. This was more erotic and the friction was enough to make her pussy sopping wet.

  “I’ve never done this before and I hope I’m doing it right.” His inspiration came from her obvious endowment and it was like the very idea was calling his name.

  “You’re doing…just fine and I think that I can make it better for you.” Claire leaned forward and used her two hands underneath her to prop herself up on the pillows.

  Every time that he came out during one of his thrusts, she invited him into the scorching delight of her mouth.

  Looking down on her, he found the man he had always wanted to be but never had the opportunity. This was the opening that he was looking for. Claire was a woman after his heart with a penchant for kinky perversions.

  “I want you to deep throat me and I know that I’m asking a lot. I’ve never paid for it in my life and my wife is unable to give me what I want,” he said. “I should say she doesn’t want to give me what I want. I’m sure any woman is capable of doing it. They need to be willing to practice to make perfect. The gag reflex can be overcome. I’ve known a few girls in school during my youthful indiscretions that took the trophy.” He was valiantly making the effort to slow down the slow climb of his inevitable orgasm.

  Her mouth was causing him some concern and the feeling superseded all the others who had come before.

  This girl had an open mind and knew how to keep the boys guessing until the very end. It was something that she aspired to and went the extra mile to put a smile on a man’s face. It took some trial and error, but her technique was above reproach.

  Claire felt a little differently about Eric and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly made him give her those butterflies. She wasn’t just going through the motions and the forceful injection of his manhood caused her to anticipate what was coming.

  “My cock has been yours from the moment that you laid eyes on me. I wish there was some way that you could feel what I’m feeling. Any man would kill to be in my position and I understand the green streak of jealousy running down their back.” His darkest day was behind him and the key to his salvation was in her oral expertise.

  Looking up at him with her mouth full, Claire grabbed onto his globes and heard him grunt with what was going to be a mind numbing experience. It happened and she was prepared for the onslaught of his cream exploding from the tip.

  He was bucking wildly against her face. He was seeing that she was equipped to handle the volume of his boiling seed. The feeling of her swallowing and watching her face light up during the exchange of bodily fluids was making him wonder how he had found a woman such as Claire.

  Watching his face turn into a mask of euphoria was putting her at ease. It was a matter of not panicking during the hungry release of his passion. She was able to calmly control the flood from overwhelming her. Swallowing wasn’t her favorite thing, but she did enjoy the aftertaste of some kind fruity component in his offering.

  It was all about his diet and she could almost imagine the way that he would turn up his nose at the daily smoothie he had in the morning. The added bonus of tasting delicious made her susceptible to his advances to do it again.

  “I don’t really know what to say. I’m sure other guys have been able to vocalize a response to what you just did. I watched you and I could literally feel your enthusiasm,” he said. “There was nothing about your performance that was fake including the way you moaned in orgasm from just going down on me.” He had never met a woman able to get off from just orally devouring a man.

  “I can see that you are not down for the count, but I think that we should abstain. I know how it sounds and I just got finished telling you how much I desire to be with you. I want to make sure to leave you wanting something more and the only way to do that is to withstand some time apart,” she said. “You can call me day or night. I do have to stress the importance of making an offer quickly on this place. It won’t remain a hidden gem for long.” How she was able to think straight and give him this information was beyond her.

  “Give me a couple of days and I will get back to you with my decision one way or the other,” he said. “I will be thinking about you and admittedly, it will be nasty thoughts where you are spent and lying in a puddle of your own sweat. I’m going to have you and it’s only a matter of when.” He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking and looking down at his fingers to recognize the effect she had on him.

  “I’ll be by the phone waiting for your call. Don’t take too long and I would hate for you to lose out on this wonderful investment. We both know the resale value of this property will triple over a few years. Take advantage of your good fortune while it’s still in reaching distance.” She was putting her dress back on and glanced over her shoulder to see that she was a subject of his eager eyes.

  Chapter Six

  Two days later and she had a meeting with Eric. They had just finished a very obscene phone call where her finger was still dripping from banging herself repeatedly. She didn’t know how he had gotten underneath her skin, but it was liberating to give herself permission to crave something more than money.

  She came out of the bedroom to find Nicholas standing with his arms crossed. He was wearing boxer shorts with hearts on them and nothing else.

  “I wasn’t sure, but you proved me wrong. I thought you were deluding yourself into thinking that he was the next one on our list of victims. You always seem to be able to spot them from a mile away. I don’t know how you do it, but I would love to know your secret for success.” Nicholas didn’t have the curves or the eye for detail when it came to picking out a victim ripe for fleecing.

  “I know what I said, but I’m having second thoughts. This isn’t something you want to hear, but I think it would be best for us to cut our losses before it’s too late. He’s very astute and he’s going to figure out something is wrong before we are able to skip town. I would suggest turning our attention to someone less likely to see through my machinations.” Claire was nervous and two days had left her feeling withdrawals from not being next to him. Leaving him wanting had the unseen side effect of making her feel like her pulse was racing out of control.

  “I don’t want to hear about this. A couple of days are nothing compared to some of the long cons. This is something to be proud of and I know I’ve never been happier with the outcome.” Nicholas was thinking about what he was going to do with his half of the bounty.

  “It feels too easy and you know how I get when I feel that something is thrown into our laps. Karma has a funny way of balancing things out.,” she said. “I know you don’t believe in any kind of superstitious nonsense, but I couldn’t be more serious about this.” She knew the money was easy pickings and the property was handpicked because of his connection to it.

  Nicholas suspected that $20,000,000 would be a parting gift and he was even thinking that maybe this partnership had run its course. It was his usual pattern when it came to playing these games
with a partner.

  “You’re going to have to put your game face on and we don’t want him to see through your subterfuge. I’ve known you for several years and this nervous energy in the air isn’t like you. Take your feelings out of the equation and do what you’re good at. I hate to threaten you, but I feel you need proper motivation.” He showed her photos of several documents relating to the property which wasn’t for sale.

  “I know all about the way that you like to use leverage. I brought you into this and I can easily leave you in the dust. I will forgive you this one time, but don’t let it happen again.” She was foolish to tell him anything. His head was full of caviar dreams and lobster dinners.

  The greed was written all over his face. Recognizing the signs wasn’t hard when she looked into the mirror every morning and didn’t like what she was seeing looking back.

  “You’re not the only one in this and you wouldn’t have the information you need without my prowess on the computer.” Nicholas felt like he was the glue that made up this partnership.

  What he didn’t realize was Claire had a mind of her own and was getting tired of being tethered to a heavy weight around her neck.

  “Tensions are high and the payday is practically in our hands. We can’t let anything stand in our way when we are this close to getting everything we want,” she said. “Nicholas, I will finish this by gauging him every step of the way. It’s possible the check will clear quickly and we can put this city in our rearview mirror. I don’t take anything for granted and there are too many variables.” She had seen things unravel in the past where they were running with the hot breath of the authorities on their neck.

  “I think you’re right and what I need right now is to take my mind off of everything. I saw a massage parlor not too far away. If there’s a God, then there will be a happy ending. It’s not like I’m getting anything here.” They usually burned off that frustration with the giddy thrill of mattress tag. He tried to initiate only to be shot down with a glare to freeze any man to the spot.

  “I’m not in the mood for your childish antics. You know the very thought of you touching me makes me cringe. You’re not even my type,” Claire said. “I’ve only been with you in the past because there wasn’t anything better. I could close my eyes and pretend you were anyone. I’m not saying this to hurt you, but to make it painfully clear what we do is on my terms.” She saw the look of stunned surprise on his face. It felt good to put him in his place.

  He was going to have to reevaluate the partnership. Getting rid of her meant that the money could be his. He had to keep her thinking this was a match made in heaven. He would need to stroke her ego long enough to see the dollar bills.

  He began to feel that it was time to exchange her for a younger and more naïve model to mold into his image. He was going to put sex on the table from the very beginning. He didn’t do that with Claire and wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

  Claire could see the way the Nicholas was looking at her and she could practically read his thoughts. She kept him at a distance to avoid a messy breakup. There was no doubt in her mind that what they had together was fleeting. He was good at what he did, but he was more trouble than he was worth.

  “I’ll do what I always do. It shouldn’t surprise you to learn this life is getting old quickly. I needed time to recharge and you took that away from me. I’m burned out and what I don’t need is for you to maul me like some kind of Neanderthal.” She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup and looking at the face in the mirror.

  “You always get this look right before you go out. It’s almost as if you put on the makeup to prepare yourself for the battle. I couldn’t swear to it, but I get this inkling that maybe you are a little bit too nervous for your own good.” He circled her while she sat in the chair. He could tell she was avoiding his suspicious stare.

  “I’m getting tired of having this same argument. Your part of this job is over and I still have to face him,” Claire said. “The one thing that nobody understands is how hard it is to be like a light switch. I have to turn it on and off. It’s not easy. I may make it look like it is, but there are always butterflies in my stomach.” She was worried. What she had done with Eric had made her realize what she was missing.

  This time it was a red dress with an open back to expose just enough to get his attention. There was no doubt she knew how to handle herself in any situation. She was going to miss having him around. It made her smile every time they looked at each other in the eyes. It was clear she was not going to be able to stick around to see the aftermath.

  “This is not the time to get soft.” Nicholas gave her a scrutinizing look, trying to find a weakness in her expressionless façade.

  “I don’t need you to police my actions and I have been responsible for my own life for as long as I can remember,” she said. “I survive by my wits and my God given instincts. Don’t think for a second that I need you. I could easily cut ties and walk away to do this on my own.” She didn’t bother to look at him as she opened the door, leaving the same way she came in. This partnership was coming to its inevitable conclusion. It was a matter of whether or not she was going to get out of it unscathed.

  Nicholas watched her from the window planning his exit strategy and leaving no witnesses behind was paramount for his plan to work. Disappearing with the money would be child’s play.

  Claire climbed into her rental, a very sporty number that had become one of her secret weapons in her quest for fortune. She still recalled how her face was plastered on wanted posters. Continually changing her look was the only way that she was going to hide in plain sight.

  Gunning the engine, she felt compelled to fishtail out of the motel parking lot. She wanted him to know her anger was not going to subside anytime soon.

  Chapter Seven

  Eric was beside himself with worry. He kept looking at his watch wondering what was taking her so long. His pacing was wearing a path on the gravel. He’d never had such feelings before and it made him anxious. The money was nothing but a spit in the bucket.

  Standing in the presence of the place he wanted to own had given him a sense of peace. He felt like he had her injected into his veins where he couldn’t scratch the itch. It was currently making him more than a little aroused.

  He heard a car approaching and his heart skipped a beat at the very idea that she was going to be standing before him. She was bearing down on his location. He stood his ground. The brakes came on at the last second.

  When the dust settled, he was not more than a couple of inches away from the bumper of her Lexus. If she hadn’t timed it exactly right, he would’ve been considered road kill. It should have made him see her differently, but he enjoyed the thrill of having his life flash before his eyes.

  The red dress was form fitting and he was this close to opening up his arms in invitation. He denied himself the assumption she was here for anything more than in a professional capacity. It wouldn’t have surprised him to learn what they had done was a metaphorical arrow in her quiver of tricks. A sale like this one would make anyone pull out all the stops.

  “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, but my work doesn’t begin and end with you. I hope you haven’t been standing here like a deer in headlights for long.” She was tempted to leave without any forwarding address or explanation. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts on the shoulder of the road allowed her to see the bigger picture.

  “I just showed up a few minutes ago.” He was lying through his teeth and felt a momentary panic at how much he missed her.

  “I don’t know if I should be impressed by how easily you lied to me or not. We hide from ourselves and only let others see what we want them to see. I’m no different.” The mirrored sunglasses helped her to contain the way she was looking at him in a less than subtle fashion.

  “We all wear different faces, Claire. I feel like I am showing you the real me.” He wasn’t sure how it was going to play out. He was nervous by how
easily he could take her into his arms and never let her go.

  “We should go inside.” It was an innocent statement, but underneath there was more of a sexual component rearing its head.

  They barely made it through the door when the dress she was wearing was lying at her feet. Her breasts were exposed with the nipples poking through the lace body mesh.

  He was staring one moment and then tearing into the very expensive lingerie. The ripping of the material was music to his ears. Down on his knees, he was able to relish in the way her lips were shining with her sexual dew.

  “I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m not complaining.” She spread her legs just a little bit further and watched with bated breath as he came closer.

  “I wake up thinking about you and I go to bed with nasty thoughts not suitable for young and impressionable ears. I thought it was impossible to find a woman worthy to open myself up to.” He grabbed her with a bit more force than he was meaning to.

  “There’s no reason for you to get attached. You don’t have to say anything that you are going to regret in the morning.” She turned her head to the side not wanting to see it coming.

  Eric quickly inserted his dominance by sticking out his tongue and licking the inside of her inner thighs. The quivering motion of her body and the way that she gasped let him know that he was going in the right direction.

  “You’re like a fine-aged wine and I already feel lightheaded. Everything is so clear that it feels like I’m looking at everything in high definition." He saw the moisture and became quite a force to be reckoned with. Both hands managed to open a hole wide enough for him to salivate at the altar of her sex.

  Claire slammed her hand back on the door hard enough to make it rattle on its hinges. The double doors were closed, but the windows were wide open with the drapes billowing in the breeze. It felt like they had been lovers for years. There was no awkwardness and they fit together like two puzzle pieces.