The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(188)

He set the pace, using his hands to do so, and she rode him wildly, yelling the whole time.

“Fuck!” she cried. “Casey!”

He moaned and breathed the word f*ck under his breath. But she was lost in a world of ecstasy, and soon she was orgasming, her * growing even wetter, the walls of her womanhood clenching tightly on his cock.

He wasn’t far behind, and he reached up and threw her off of him, rolling with her so his dick didn’t slip out. She was on her back again, and he was back on his knees, reaching down to grab her tits in both of his hands, his fingers gripping painfully into the fatty flesh there.

“I’m coming!” he groaned, and then he thrust deep inside her, and his hard dick jumped as he sprayed a load deep inside her *. He thrust four more times, ejaculating each time, and then he slipped out of her, his cock soaking wet with her juice, and some of his semen ran out of her * to mix with her juices on the comforter. He lay beside her on his side, facing her.

“Holy shit,” Rae said, and Casey laughed.

“You can say that again,” he said.

“Holy shit,” she said again, and they both laughed.

They f*cked again later that night and continued to do so while they both worked on the picture. But then she wrapped before him. He still had a month of shooting, and Casey made no indication that he wanted Rae to stay, so she returned to Hollywood, her heart heavy.





3



Rae had been home in Los Angeles for twenty-seven days before she saw Casey again. She was at home one evening, about to eat pizza with her roommate when the buzzer to their apartment blared from by the door. Her roommate went to answer, and Rae listened. When Gillian pressed the small white rectangle next to the box by their door and asked who it was, Rae was shocked to hear Casey’s voice come through, tiny but clear.

“Is Rae there?” he asked. Rae had to suppress a squeal with her hand as she jumped up from the tiny dining room table they had in the corner of the living room. Their not so spacious apartment didn’t come with a dining room, and she hurried to the box on the wall, bumping Gillian out of the way with her hip.

“I’m here, come on in,” Rae said, and she pressed a black button next to the white one that would unlock the front door. She held it long enough for him to open the door, and then she turned to Gillian.

“Rae, hun, why did that sound exactly like Casey Denning?”

“It is Casey Denning.”

“So you make a movie with him, and now he shows up at our door?”

“I guess so,” Rae said with a laugh, and then their conversation was cut short because there was a knock at the door right next to them.

“Best behavior,” Rae said, and Gillian nodded a solemn but silent promise. Then Rae opened the door, and Casey was standing there in a suit and tie, and Gillian screamed and threw her arms around the man she didn’t even know.

“Casey Denning!” she screamed. “I’ve seen every movie you’ve made!”

Casey laughed and patted Gillian’s back. “It’s a pleasure, Miss…” he said, trailing off.

“That’s my roomie, Gillian, and she said she was going to be on her best behavior.

Gillian backed off sheepishly. “That was my best behavior.”

“Relax, I’m used to surprise hugs,” Casey said. “I’m just glad this time it was a woman.”

The girls laughed, and Casey looked to Rae. “I was hoping you hadn’t eaten yet,” he said.

Rae glanced back to the pizza on their table, and then looked to her roommate and friend. She didn’t want to ditch her, but Gillian was pushing her out the door. “She hasn’t,” she said.

“Let me get dressed at least,” Rae argued, looking down to her sweatpants and tee shirt.

“Right,” Gillian said.

“Come in,” Rae said to Casey, and the man nodded, and the girls shut the door behind him. Rae turned and rushed into her small bedroom, pushing the door shut. Gillian stood staring at Casey.

They made small talk while they waited, mostly with Casey speaking and Gillian giggling and fawning. Before long Rae came out of her room, and Casey turned to her and his breath caught in his throat. She was absolutely stunning, he knew that already, but standing there in a dress with a floral print, the hem of which fell breezily past her knees, and black pumps, she looked like nothing he had ever seen.

Even Gillian appreciated it. “Wow,” she said.

“Shut up,” Rae whispered with a laugh, and then Casey whisked her out of her apartment. Parked in the small parking lot, taking up entirely too much room, was a stretch limo, gleaming and black.

“This is your car?” Rae asked before she could stop herself.

“One of them,” Casey said, and he held the door for her. As she climbed in, he laughed. “I’m just kidding, I rented it. I thought we could go to dinner, and then think of something else. A night out on the town.”

“You tease too much,” Rae said, hutting her bottom lip out in a pout, but she smiled when he sat next to her and leaned over and bit her protruding lip.

“It’s one of my many character flaws,” Casey said with a grin.

“Where are we going?”

“Where would you like to go?”

“Oh, I don’t know anything about this. I think your Los Angeles and mine are a lot different.”