The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(18)

''My God, you look stunning,'' Ryan said.

''So do you,'' she said. He was wearing black tie evening wear.

They sat down to dinner, and Alina felt Ryan's eyes on her throughout the evening. Her hair was pinned back over her ears, and she wore droplet earrings that looked like real diamonds. Around her neck a perfectly good copy of a diamond necklace.

After dinner, Ralph stood up and gave her his arm. They walked to the elevator together and went to the top floor. At her bedroom door, they stopped and looked at each other.

''I want you, Alina. I want to come into you room with you.''

''No Ryan. It's not right. I work for you.''

''Yes you do, don't you? In that case here's the deal. I'm changing your job description.''

''How?''

''I'm giving you some extra duties. Compulsory duties.''

''Are you talking about the kind of duties I think you are?''

''Yes. Now let me into your room, with you.''

''But Ryan.....it's''

He took the key from her hand, opened the door and pulled her inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot and threw his arms around her. He smelled lovely and suddenly Alina was torn. She'd tried to be professional, she really had. But there was a limit to the level of resistance a woman could maintain. It felt so good to be in his arms; his scent made her legs weak. She put her head against his chest and let him stroke her hair, all the way down her back. When his hand reached down to cup a buttock she thrust her head up, her eyes begging him to kiss her. When he did, it was so wonderful. It was highly unprofessional, and she had no idea where it would lead, but it felt so good, she couldn't stop.

They kissed passionately, then more gently. Lingering, tasting each other, mapping out the ground for the onslaught they both knew was coming.

Slowly but firmly, he unzipped her dress and put his hand on her back. She pushed off his jacket and pulled his tie open. They were in a rush now. Each busying themselves with their own clothing. When Alina stepped out of her dress he pulled her to him and put his head on her breasts, his hand kneading them through her bra. She heard him breathing in her scent, and it drove her wild. Her hands flew to his waistband, eager to find what was hidden beneath. She snapped open the buttons and reached inside. What she found made her sight with pleasure. He was long, thick and very hard. As she ran her hand up and down him, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Before it hit the ground, his mouth was on her nipples, sucking urgently, making them hard and making her squirm. When she felt his hand inside he panties, she rubbed his penis harder. His fingers expertly found what they were looking for and played.

''Put me on the bed and take me'' she whispered, desperate to have him inside her.

He picked her up and waddled, his pants around his ankles, to the bed. He threw her down and watched as her hair fanned out around her face and her breasts wobbled. He pulled off her panties and bent down to her taste her womanhood. When she felt his mouth on her, she cried out and pulled his hair. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

''God you taste so good,'' he said, pulling up to take off his clothes.

''Hurry up I want you back down there.''

She needn't have worried. His mouth searched out her clitoris and began to trace small circles over it. The feeling of this man between her legs was indescribable. There was something so different about it. She'd had sex twice before with young men she'd liked from college. But this was in another league. He was a mature man who knew exactly how to please her, and he was rich and handsome.

Soon she began to gasp for air. His mouth still on her wet folds, his hands massaging her breasts, driving her on to what became a wet, mind blowing orgasm.

Still standing next to the bed, he pulled her to him and opened her legs. She didn't want him to see her belly and turned onto her stomach. When he looked down at the curve of her hips and buttocks and the length of her well defined back, his penis became so hard it began to ache. He spread her legs, put his tip to her opening and pushed himself into her warmth. She shoved her head into the bed and grabbed the sheets.

''God Alina, you're so hot,'' he said, gasping for air as he thrust hard, his thighs banging against her buttocks. ''Do you like it?''

She turned her head to one side. ''I love it. Give it to me harder.''

He took her hair, pulled her head up and thrust as hard as he could. She cried out and shook under him. He felt her getting still wetter as another orgasm shuddered through her. When she came, he let go of her hair, and she fell to the bed, letting out a huge moan.

Still inside her, he began to massage her back. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. He wasn't in a rush; he was taking the time to please all of her. She sighed as his hands relieved the tensions of the last few days and moaned when he started to thrust again, this time slowly, with long regular strokes.

''My God Ryan, you're so......'' She didn't finish. Her next orgasm took over. His hands massaging her back and the feel of him moving inside her was too much. She held onto the bed when her whole body convulsed.

He was anxious to see her face now. He pulled out of her and turned her over. Her hands flew to her belly, but he pulled them away and kissed the area she was trying to hide. She tried to push him away but he didn't move. The kisses continued until she relaxed.