Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (67 page)

              The girl with the brown hair clung to Francis’s elbow. She leaned in to his body when he spoke and when she laughed she would throw her head back dramatically. For Francis this was torture, but he had needs and for all intents and purposes this girl had what was required to take care of those needs. When, after just an hour of forcing conversation, Francis suggested that they go back to his hotel, she was more than willing. This surprised Francis as he had expected much more of an internal struggle as she rationalized her inner whore to her inner princess. It seemed that this one, no matter how reserved she might have seemed, had no qualms indulging in the darker pleasures. This made Francis very happy indeed.

              As they rode back to the hotel, the girl, whose name turned out to be Valentina, chattered excitedly about music. She was raving about a heavy metal band that Francis neither recognized nor cared about. The only music that appealed to him was the mournful tone of the harpsichord. Still, he indulged her.

              “You would just die if you heard them live! I mean, it's unbelievable! The bass is so deep that it rattles every organ in your body!” Francis couldn't help thinking of how he intended on rattling every organ in her body as well and he smirked silently to himself. She smiled back. “I’ll have to look on my phone when we get to your hotel, I'm pretty sure I have at least one of their tracks on there. I never take my phone out in cabs though, I'm always so afraid that I'll forget it. God, I couldn't live without my phone, could you?” She looked at him in the first moment of silence since they'd entered the cab. Francis wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to say because at some point in her rambling, he had just stopped listening.

              “No.” He took the fifty fifty shot and came up on top.

              “Right?!” She leaned her head over and put in on his shoulder, breathing in his musky scent.

              Francis wondered if he hadn't made a terrible mistake.

              When the cab pulled up in front of the hotel, Valentina leaned forward and ducked down to see the façade.

              “Oh wow! You must have buckets of cash!” She said, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. Francis opened the door of the cab and slid out. Once again, shoving a small wad of bills through the driver’s window, he waited on the sidewalk for Valentina to slide out of the cab too. She stumbled briefly in her heeled knee high boots and grabbed for his arm. Francis offered it and she righted herself with a silly laugh. “Oops! I can never walk in these damn things!” She said, looking down at the boots as if it were their fault that she couldn't balance in them. Francis smiled politely and after ensuring that she was steady on her feet, he led her up to the entrance of the hotel.

              “Good evening, Mr. Holmes.” The doorman said. Francis nodded.

              “Good evening.” Even his own voice sounded strange to him after listening to Valentina prattle on for the entirety of the cab ride back to the hotel.

              “Good evening!” Valentina chimed in as they walked through the door and in to the hotel lobby.

              Francis did his best to rush Valentina up to his room without her being seen. She, on the other hand did everything she could to ensure that everyone knew that she was there. By the time the elevator doors closed on them, Francis knew that Valentina was not going to work. Pushing the first floor button, he waited for the doors to open again and when they did he held the ‘open door’ button.

              “You should leave.” He said brusquely. Then, reaching in to his pocket with his free hand he offered her a twenty dollar bill. “For your cab.” He said. She stood looking at him open mouthed.

              “Are you kiddin’ me?” She said, looking him up and down. He shook his head silently. “Are you fucking kiddin’ me?” She asked again. Then she slapped the twenty dollar bill out of his hand. “I ain't no whore!” And with that she stormed out of the elevator, through the hotel lobby and Francis lost sight of her when the elevator doors closed. He breathed a sigh of relief. Not even sex was worth enduring Valentina for one more second, although Francis’s aching cock was apt to disagree.

              When the elevator finally came to a stop at the penthouse, Francis stepped out in to the lobby. He was more than certain that he didn't have what it took to find a girl in New York and he was absolutely positive that ‘goth’ wasn't what he was looking for. Still, despite his narrow escape, he couldn't help but feel disappointed as he walked down the marble hallway towards his room. He had been so confident that New York would hold exactly what he was looking for.

              As he reached the concierge desk outside his room, Francis noticed that the first of the two girls from earlier was seated there alone. He offered her a smile.

              “Good evening.” He said, his voice dripping with seduction.

              “Good evening, Mr. Holmes.” The girl said timidly, afraid to lift her eyes to meet his. Francis walked over to her.

              “What is your name?” He asked in a singsong tone. Again the girl didn't look up.

              “Anne.” She said quietly.

              “Well, Anne, I wanted to offer to you my sincerest apologies for the way that I was behaving earlier. You know,” he reached across the desk and touched her hand lightly with his fingers. “I was very tired flying from Romania and I just was not myself.” Anne nodded, her eyes still glued to the desk in front of her. Finally, Francis reached up and with one finger hooked under her chin, he raised her face to look at him. “I am afraid, that perhaps you are thinking that I am some kind of monster…” Anne couldn't look away from his violet tinted eyes. “I would like perhaps to offer you a drink, in my way of apologizing.” Anne blinked slowly and then nodded.

              “That would be nice.” She said.

              When Anne had agreed to drinks with Francis, however, she had been certain that he referred to drinks outside his room. Perhaps even drinks at the bar in the hotel lobby, but when he beckoned her to follow him to the penthouse suite she found herself unable to refuse.

              “Please, make yourself at home.” Francis said, gesturing to the sofa in the living quarters. “I will fetch the champagne.” He gave her a quick smile as he went to retrieve the bottle and glasses that had upset him so much earlier.

              When Francis returned with two full glasses and handed one to Anne, her eyes once again grew wide.

              “Oh my God! Champagne?” She said in a quiet but excited voice. Francis couldn't help but laugh as he nodded his head. There was something appealing to him in her innocence. “Are you sure?” She asked as she watched the tiny bubbles in the glass racing up to the surface.

              “Of course I am sure, I would not give it to you if I was not sure!” He sat beside her on the sofa and raised his glass. “To new beginnings, eh?” Anne smiled and nodded.

              “To new beginnings.” She said. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a small sip and swallowing it, she giggled. “Wow those bubbles sure do tickle!” She said wiping the tip of her nose. Francis reached over and wiped it again for her.

              “Yes, but it tastes good, yes?” He asked, his violet eyes gleaming. Anne nodded.

              “I'm afraid that if better not drink the whole glass though, we’re not really supposed to drink when we’re on duty.” She said, reaching forward to place her glass on the coffee table.

              “Oh? That is a pity.” He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. “Tell me…is there anything else that you are forbidden to do while you are on duty?” His eyes flickered from her lips to her soft brown eyes. Anne nodded.

              “Yes…” Her voice was almost a whisper. Francis put his glass on the table beside hers and then slowly leaning in, he kissed her.

              Francis’s thick lips held her bottom lip between his as he kissed her softly. He watched as she closed her eyes and leaned her whole body in to the kiss. Anne may not have been what he had been hunting for, but something about her drove him wild. Tilting his head, he parted his lips and his tongue slowly slipped between her lips. As their tongues danced, Anne reached forward, placing her hand against the back of his head and pulling him to her hungrily. Francis felt the very core of his body beginning to burn. He needed her. He needed the release. Breaking the kiss, he got to his feet and reaching down he slipped a hand under the back of Anne’s knees and another behind her. Sweeping her up in his arms he carried her steadily in to the large bedroom suite and lay her gently on the bed. She said nothing as she lay there looking up at him, the innocence on her face only making him hungrier for her.

              One by one, he pulled off her shoes and threw them to the ground. Her socks followed, and then he unbuttoned her pants. Anne looked down at him, watching as he ravenously undressed her. She could hear her heart beat thundering as her nerves picked up. What was she doing? She didn't want to stop him though. She watched as he tugged her pants and pulled down her panties at the same time, revealing the small, shaved patch of brown hair. Francis growled deeply and in one movement he launched himself on to the bed and buried his face between her legs.

              “Mmm!” He moaned in to her shaven pussy lips. It had been so long since he had tasted a woman that the sweetness of her juice was like nectar to his lips. He stroked her softly with his tongue, making sure that not a drop of her goodness went to waste.

              “Ahh, you feel so good!” Anne whispered as she lay her head back on the pillow and spread her legs further. “Oohhh!” She closed her eyes as she wriggled beneath him, lifting her hips to meet his mouth. It was only when he stopped that she opened up her eyes once more.

              Francis winked at her as he slipped off the end of the bed and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Now he had Anne’s full attention. She had seen what he had to offer before when he came out in his towel to the concierge desk. While she had only glimpsed his muscular chest momentarily before ducking behind the desk, she knew enough to keep watching this time.

              Francis stood at the end of the bed completely naked. The rippling muscles of his chest and abs were everything that Anne remembered. There was one thing that she hadn't had a chance to preview however, and now there it was, standing at full mast and pointed directly at her. She licked her lips in anticipation. She was no virgin, but she certainly wasn't the most experienced girl on the block and the sheer size of Francis’s cock made her ache for him. She beckoned him over with one finger. Francis reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He bounced it a couple of times as he watched and then looked up at Anne.

              “Is this what you want, my lovely Anne?” His voice was teasing.

              “Yes!” She gasped. “Yes, please let me have it!” Francis couldn't help but smile at the way that she begged for him.

              “But do you think that you can take it all, Anne?” He asked as he stepped towards the bed, his hand sliding down to the tip of his cock. She nodded.

              “Yes!” She reached her fingers down and slid them over her pussy. “Please fuck me!” She begged as she parted her outer lips for him.

              Francis wanted her, there was no doubt about that, but the way she begged, the way she pleaded for his cock was so satisfying. Releasing his grip on his shaft, he lifted himself on to the bed. Straddling her hips, he leaned down over her and pressed his forehead to hers. Anne could feel his cock pressing against her stomach.

              “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Anne.” He said before pressing his lips firmly to hers and then pulling back.

              “I want you to fuck me.” She said softly. “I want you to fuck me until I can't walk anymore. I want you to fuck me until I beg you to stop.” Francis’s cock swelled when he heard these words and he pressed his lips hard against hers.

              “Then you shall get what you want, my Anne.” Francis slid down her body just enough to push against her smooth pussy lips with the tip of his cock.

              “OOOHHHH!” Anne cried out loudly, her hands grasping at Francis’s hair. Francis locked his eyes on hers and with one sharp thrust, he buried the entirety of his shaft deep inside Anne’s tight wetness. “Oh God!” She panted. “Oh my God that felt incredible!” Francis could feel her pussy tightening around him. He pulled back and thrust hard again and he watched the ecstasy on her face as his balls slapped against her bare skin. Leaning down he pressed his mouth to her ear as he began to rhythmically thrust inside her. Every push greeted his cock with the smooth velvety wetness of her pussy and even pull reminded him that he could thrust once again.

              “Cum for me, Anne.” He whispered in her ear.

              “Oh God, yes!” She said as she reached around and grabbed his buttocks firmly. “Oooooh yeah, make me cum! Just like that!” Francis thrust hard, his cock becoming more and more ripe with each thrust. He tried to hold back, knowing that he couldn't spill his seed, not yet.

              “Cum for me Anne!” He begged, this time a little more desperately. She dug her nails in to his buttocks as her whole body stiffened and her hips rose to meet his.

              “OOOOHHH FUCK YES!” She screamed loudly as Francis felt the tightness of every muscle in her body. Then, as the rhythmic suckling of her pussy began, the aftermath of her orgasm, Francis was unable to control himself any longer. The first warm jet of his cum flooded in to Anne’s slick pussy. Francis willed himself to pull out before the second flood came, but he couldn't resist her silky softness. Again and again he filled her with his seed until he had no more left to give and he fell on top of her breathlessly. He buried his face in her neck.

              “Mmm,” she hummed softly as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “That was amazing.” She basked in the afterglow as Francis’s cum ran out of her.

              Francis took a deep breath, taking in the scent of Anne’s body. Her wet musk was so sweet, but he smelled something else, something budding with ripeness, something that told him that his instincts to pull out had been right. Her body was ready to receive his seed. He exhaled slowly, pressing his lips to her neck. Anne giggled and turned her head to the side in an attempt to keep him from teasing her again. Little did she know that it would be the last kiss that she would ever receive.