Mister Moneybags(73)

I heard the woman through the receiver but couldn’t make out what she was saying on the other end this time.

“Yes, Erika? This is Dex Truitt calling back for the results. Only, we’d like to have the results from the paternity test between Dexter Truitt and Bianca Georgakopolous at this time. We’d like to call back for the results between Alexandra Fiore and Dexter Truitt a little later.”

I got up from the bed and started pacing.

Dex read the security code we were given by the technician and again confirmed he would only be hearing one result at this time. When he was done, Dex looked up at me as he spoke into the phone. “Yes, I’m ready.”

After what seemed like forever but was probably only thirty seconds of quiet, Dex’s eyes closed. He cleared his throat. “And what is the accuracy of those results?”

“I see. Thank you very much. We’ll call back for the other results soon.”

My heart clenched in my chest when I saw the look on Dex’s face. It was his turn to lose it. Tears were streaming down his face as he walked toward me.

“Say it,” I whispered. “Just say it.”

The next thing I knew, I was lifted into the air and being cradled in Dex’s arms. “The odds of you being my sister are exactly 0.00%.”

“What?” Did he just say what I think he said?

“You heard me right. We’re not related, Bianca.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” My hand flew to my chest. My poor heart was beating so fast, it felt like it could explode. “Are you serious? Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. And I’d say that 0.00% chance is pretty f*cking certain. Thank Christ!”

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to Dex’s. “We’re not related. We’re really not related.” I kept repeating it over and over like some sort of mantra, but in truth I needed to keep hearing it to let the enormity of it sink in. Dex’s face was damp with tears when he set me down on the bed.

While I was completely overwhelmed with relief, Dex suddenly seemed to have the opposite feeling. An intense look of need and determination washed over his face. He began to strip out of his clothes with urgency. When he was down to his boxers, I stopped him.

“Wait.”

“I don’t think I’m capable of waiting any longer. I need to be inside of you, Bianca. Call me an * if you want, but I have the urge to mark you. Sink my teeth into your skin to brand you as mine and then come so hard inside of you that parts of me will never find their way out again.”

I swallowed. “Jesus, Dex.”

“Too much truth?”

“Not at all, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s just that…I want to do something for you.”

“Can it wait until after I do something for you?” He’d set me in the middle of the bed, but reached for my legs and yanked me to the edge where he was standing. “Multiple times. Can it wait until after I do something for you, multiple times?”

I giggled. But climbed off the bed. “Sit. Dexter, not my brother, Truitt. Sit down.”

He pouted but complied. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his huge erection was straining through his boxer briefs.

I began to unbutton my blouse slowly. “We haven’t talked about it before, but I’m on the pill.”

“Thank f*ck. Because I need to feel you skin to skin, and I’ll never be able to pull out once I bury myself inside. We might be sleeping with my cock still inside of you tonight.”

After I slipped off my shirt, I shimmied out of my pants and stood before Dex, letting him take his time looking at me. His patience was dwindling when he reached for me, and I took a step back. “Not yet.”

He groaned in frustration, but gripped the sides of the bed.

I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. A few shakes of my shoulders, and it slipped to the floor.

Dex swallowed. His chest was rising and falling in deep heaves. “You’re f*cking beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

I left my panties on and stepped closer to him before dropping to my knees.

“Bianca…I can’t. I mean…you can’t. I’ll not last ten seconds with your mouth on me.”

“Good. Because I wasn’t going to use my mouth on you.”

With a devious smile, I squeezed my breasts together, giving him a hint what my plans were. “Take off your boxers, Mr. Truitt.”

“I won’t last like that either, Bianca. I’ve been dreaming about slipping my cock between those beautiful tits for too long. I want to come all over them, but the next time I come, it’s going to be inside of you.”

With one swift motion, somehow Dex lifted me from kneeling, swung me up and onto the bed, and was hovering over me. “Thank you for wanting to give me my fantasy. It means a lot to me that you would offer that before even finding your own release.”

“I want nothing more than to play out every deviant fantasy that is in your head. I plan to spend lots of time exploring the depths of your pervyness, Mr. Truitt.”

Dex maneuvered out of his underwear without breaking contact, and his rigid cock was hot against my skin. I could actually feel it throbbing against my stomach. We’d been waiting so long, I couldn’t take it another second. Spreading my legs underneath him, he shifted into position, and then held my eyes as he slowly pushed inside. Every inch he eased in, my heart opened wider. This was it. It felt so unbelievably incredible to finally have the last part of him inside me. He’d been in my heart since the first time I met him, now it was the physical connection at last. I realized that this was what it truly felt like to consummate a relationship.