The Tycoon's Revenge (Baby for the Billionaire - Book One) (10 page)

He brought his mouth down the mounds of her breasts and sucked in the tightened nipple. She arched her back as he continued to massage the aching nipple, reaching down to hold his head close to her body. He nipped at the swollen bud and then licked over the spot, making another moan escape her body.

He switched to the other side, giving her other breast equal attention, before continuing his journey down her body. He wanted to explore every single inch of her he’d missed out on over the last ten years.

He reached her stomach and ran his tongue over the satin skin. When he got lower, towards her core, he discovered a few little scars, which only added to her sexiness. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever made love to. He could barely keep himself from exploding all over her bed, as he continued his journey to her core.

He finally reached her sweet womanhood and flicked his tongue over the swollen pink flesh. She was so unbelievably beautiful. The taste of her made his erection pulse painfully, with his desire to sink into her tight opening.

He flicked his tongue out and kissed her in the most intimate way a man can kiss a woman, until she was writhing underneath him and moaning out his name. He slipped his fingers inside and discovered she was more than ready for him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He crawled quickly up her body and then locked his lips back with hers.

She greedily took everything she could from him. She was rubbing her hands all over his bulging muscles as she squirmed to bring them closer. “Please Derek,” she cried out, when he still hadn’t united them.

He spread her legs apart and then rubbed his engorged member along her folds. The heat from her was making his head light. She was so wet and hot, he couldn’t play any longer. He grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her in one quick motion. She cried out, as he filled her up with his full length.

He paused for a moment, so he could try and control himself. He wouldn’t be able to give her pleasure if he didn’t get himself under control. She wiggled her hips in need and he couldn’t take anymore. He started thrusting hard, in and out of her, while holding her hips tightly in his hands.

Their tongues continued to mimic their lovemaking, tangling and thrusting into one another’s mouths, as they both groaned out their intense pleasure. He began thrusting into her harder and faster, as he felt the exquisite pleasure shooting through his body. He felt her own body tensing, as she reached higher, towards her release.

She gasped out loud and her mouth opened wide, releasing him. She threw her head back into the bed and cried out as her body started convulsing around him. She gripped him tightly, deep within her womb and he almost lost consciousness as he felt his release shoot deep inside of her tight body. It felt like lightening shooting through him, as his erection continued to pump within her core.

She was still gripping him tightly in spasms and he drained every ounce of himself inside her. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt in his life. His energy had been depleted and he fell against her sweat slickened body. They were both breathing in deep gasps of air.

He realized he had to be crushing her and turned their bodies so he was holding her tightly against him, side by side. They were still connected in the most intimate way a man and woman could be and he couldn’t find the will power to pull them apart. She wiggled, seeming to try and get even closer to him, as if she couldn’t let him go either.

They lay there for several minutes, until their breathing slowed down and the intenseness of their lovemaking began to dim. He knew the moment she realized what she’d done again, because her lax body stiffened and she began to push him away.

He reluctantly let her go and was sorry to feel the connection broken, as she pulled free from his body. He somehow felt empty and he couldn’t understand it. He’d never before wanted to stay connected to a woman. He’d always been the first one to crawl out of bed and leave before she could possibly want to do the after sex cuddling.

He realized Jasmine was truly the only woman he’d made love to, instead of just bedding. He’d never understood the difference until that moment.

Jasmine was staring at him with wide eyes, filled with shock. She quickly grabbed her sheet and covered herself up and he felt more disappointment. He enjoyed looking at her curvy body and wanted to continue to explore her.

“I…I…d…don’t know why that keeps happening,” she sputtered to him, as her cheeks filled with color.

“Because we have undeniable chemistry,” he said, with his trademark, cocky smile. He was feeling pretty good at that moment. He hadn’t planned on starting his day out ravishing her but he could think of far worse things he could’ve been doing.

“I don’t sleep with strangers,” she blurted out.

“We’re not strangers Jasmine, so don’t try that crap on me. You were a virgin the first time I took you and from the feel of your body, you haven’t taken too many more lovers,” he said, with far too much confidence. He was laying there in all his naked glory and her eyes strayed to his still half aroused body part. She quickly snapped her gaze back to his face and then her eyes narrowed as his grin became full-fledged.

She reached out her hand and slapped him hard once again before he had time to react. His smile was wiped away and he pounced on her before she could scramble away. The sheet slipped down and her body was barely covered as he held her down with his own body, which was becoming, once again, fully aroused.

“I allowed you to slap me once, it won’t happen again,” he growled, before locking his lips with hers. She tightened her own together and glared at him. He smiled and then licked the swollen bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and gently nipping it. She gasped, as the fire started building in her stomach again.

She couldn’t figure out how he turned all her rational thoughts to jelly with barely a touch. She was already losing her battle to distance herself from him. He ran his tongue over hers again, as he held her hands up high above her head. She slowly opened to him and when he inserted his tongue back into her mouth she wiggled in pleasure. He was slowly making love to her with only his tongue and it was completely erotic.

Her stomach was clenching, as her desire woke fully back up. He held her hands together with both of his and then moved the sheet from her body as he ran his other hand down all her curves. She was soon begging him to love her again.

“Say you want me,” he growled, with his impressive manhood pressed up against her opening. Her body was on fire and she wanted him deep within her but she didn’t want to utter those words of surrender. She shook her head no.

He continued to stroke her with his tongue and then inserted his fingers deep inside her moist heat. “Say it,” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. She couldn’t fight him anymore. She wanted him more than she wanted air. “I want you. Please,” she finally begged him. He removed his fingers and then slowly pushed back inside her. Where they were frantic and wild only moments before, he was now gentle and loving, pushing slowly in and out of her.

Her body was quivering with need, as he moved his impressive length in and out of her body, while continuing to kiss her lips, neck and breasts. She wanted more, she needed more. She was on the edge of a cliff and only he could push her over.

She grabbed his hips and thrust up against him, groaning as the full width of him settled against her. “Please Derek, faster, I need…” she gasped. His eyes dilated at her gasped words and he gave them both the pleasure they needed and picked up his speed until they were once again crying out in ecstasy. He flipped them over when they were done and held her close in his arms not willing to let her go.

She seemed to know she’d lost the battle and curled up in his arms. He was so depleted; he couldn’t even open his eyes. He pulled the covers up over them and fell asleep feeling better than he ever had in his life. He’d deal with the real world soon enough, was his last thought as he drifted into a deep sleep.

Chapter Eight

“Mom, I’m home,” Jacob’s voice shouted, waking Jasmine from her deep sleep. She heard his running footsteps and then saw him peak in her door. “Yeah she is here Mrs. Winters, thanks for the ride,” Jacob said and then she heard the front door close.

“Hi Jacob,” she said to her son groggily and then glanced at the clock. She was shocked to see it was past eleven. She felt a stirring next to her and became instantly alert. She’d thought the whole thing had been a dream for a moment.

Her son’s eyes widened as he stared at Derek. “Who are you?” Jacob asked. Jasmine must have looked completely horrified. Her son had never once seen her in bed with a man. She had not been with another man since Derek. She looked at him and found his full attention was on her son. She may as well have not even existed.

She wanted to jump from the bed and hide Jacob from Derek’s knowing eyes but it was too late. She didn’t know how she could get out of this. She couldn’t believe she’d made love to him, not only once but twice and then actually fallen asleep in his arms, when her son would be returning. It was just plain stupid. Her mind was scrambling to figure out how to explain her nine year old son.

Derek continued to look at the boy, which was like looking at a picture of himself from his childhood. Derek had zero doubts the boy was his.

He had all kinds of emotions, competing at once, inside of him. Foremost, there was joy he had a son there was extreme anger Jasmine had kept his son from him. He was confused, because he had just had the best love making of his life and yet he wanted to strangle the mother of his child. He didn’t know which emotion to embrace first. He realized his son had asked him who he was and he also realized Jasmine was sitting there like a deer caught in an oncoming car’s headlights.

“I’m your dad,” he said. He heard Jasmine’s intake of breath and didn’t even bother to look over at her. He was too afraid he may give in to his urge to strangle her. He knew he wouldn’t really do that but he was pretty infuriated with her right then.

“Really?” Jacob asked him skeptically. His face contorted into such a mirror image of his own he wanted to shout for joy. He was meeting his son. He wanted to jump from the bed and pull him into his arms but he was still completely naked underneath the protection of the bedding. He knew the only reason Jasmine was still in the bed was for the same reason.

“I really am,” Derek said, having to fight the emotions trying to break free.

“If you’re my dad, then what did you say to my mom every night before you had to leave?” the boy asked and Derek knew he was being tested. Derek hadn’t thought about those words in many years and yet he’d never forget them.

He took a deep breath and uttered the words he hadn’t said since the night before he was to meet Jasmine and run away, “Sweet dreams my princess, I will rescue you from the tower in the morning light,” he said, with a slight scratch to his throat.

He heard Jasmine gasp again and then felt her body shake slightly. He glanced over at her and saw the tears falling from her eyes. He then grunted as Jacob jumped on the bed and threw his arms around him. He felt stunned as he held his son in his arms for the first time. He was awed and amazed by the little man. He wrapped him up tightly and held his little body against his own.

“You’re my dad,” the boy said in awe. He lifted his hands up to touch Derek’s face, as if he was trying to figure out for sure, if he was real. “Mom said you had to go away for business but she told me one day you'd come back and you did, you really came back,” Jacob said, as a tear slipped from his eye. Derek felt like his heart had just burst in his chest. Jasmine was now sobbing next to them on the bed.

She watched as father and son embraced and her world felt like it was coming apart. She had been so wrong to not tell Derek about Jacob the minute she saw him. She could see the love practically flowing from him.

She’d told her son all about Derek and how he’d seemed like her prince in shining armor. She’d never told her son any of her heartbreak, like how she’d waited for him in futile at that little broken down church. She had wanted her son to think his father would move heaven and earth to be with him.

Jacob was talking a million miles a minute, as he asked a ton of questions and Derek patiently answered each one. They continued to cling to each other and Jasmine felt like an intruder. She would’ve gotten up, to give them some time together but was trapped underneath the covers. She scooted over but her bed wasn’t that big and Derek was a large guy. No matter how much she scooted, they were still touching.

“Are you going to come to my wrestling match?” Jacob asked, with hope shining in his eyes. “If you don’t want to, we can skip it,” he said, although he loved to wrestle and had never missed a meet. It broke her heart how much her young man wanted to please his father.

“Nothing would make me happier than to watch you wrestle,” Derek said and he meant it. He had missed nine years already and wouldn’t miss one more minute.

“It’s really fun. Just ask Mom. She never misses my games. She always yells too loud but coach says it’s okay cause she’s just really proud of me,” he said, as if he couldn’t understand women. “I kinda like it, though,” he whispered to Derek, thinking she wouldn’t be able to hear. She had to fight the smile back.

“Can you go to the kitchen for a minute so your mom and I can get ready to go?” Derek asked him. Jasmine was relieved. She needed to get out of the bed.