The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(189)

Casey nodded softly. “I know just the place,” he said, and he leaned forward to speak to the driver. Afterward, the driver raised tinted glass between the back and the front, and Casey pulled a bottle of champagne out of a nearby bucket of ice and poured two glasses.

“I’ve never drunk alcohol in a car before,” Rae said, and Casey laughed.

“I don’t often, as long as you don’t pay attention to the lies they write about me in those rags.”

Rae smiled. “I didn’t think you’d come see me,” she said as she took her glass.

“I thought we had something special going on back in Toronto,” the movie star said to the young woman. And then he smiled and took a sip from his glass.

The restaurant Casey took Rae to was a posh place called Jackknife, a strange name Rae though, but once inside she knew it was the kind of place she would never be able to afford, even with the considerable sum she had made from the movie.

The lighting was dim, and the tables and chairs were dark, rich mahogany. They were seated right away, even though there was a long line at the door.

“Wow,” Rae said, and the night went on from there. The food was amazing, and the conversation telling, and non-stop. The two lovers really got to know one another. Rae told Casey about her struggles as a young actress and spoke of her mother. Her eyes slicked with tears when she spoke about her mom, and told Casey that they didn’t often speak, ever since her mother moved back to Cincinnati, and left by telling Rae she would never make it. She spoke of how hard it was to be a black woman in Hollywood, and how she lost so many roles to lesser actresses who were white.

Surprisingly, Casey opened up as well. His father had been a drunk, and abusive, hitting both Casey, his mother, and Casey’s younger brother. Rae didn’t even know he had a younger brother, and when she pressed the movie star his voice lowered, and he told her she had killed himself decades ago. Then Casey’s eyes were watery too, and as Rae saw the tears roll down his cheek, she fell in love with the man.

After dinner, they climbed back into the limo and drank more champagne. Casey told the driver to simply drive, and then he turned and began kissing on Rae’s neck.

“There’s a man up there,” she moaned as the actor slipped his hand down the front of her dress, and cupped her bare breast. Her nipple hardened at his touch.

“He can’t see anything,” Casey murmured, as he took her hand and put it on his crotch. Beneath his pants his cock was hardening, pulsing as it grew. She gripped it and began to jerk him through the material of his pants.

“I missed you,” he said, and she grinned.

“You just want to f*ck my tits again,” she said, and they laughed.

They kissed, their tongues dancing together, their hands exploring. Her dress came off; his pants did the same. He was sucking on her nipple, pinching in between his teeth while the tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over it, and she had a hand gripped on his bare cock, jerking him slowly up and down.

He pushed her back, and she stretched out on the long couch at the back of the limo. He crouched down and put his head between her knees. She spread her legs and he ran a finger up her wet slit, and then his tongue replaced the finger. The tip of his tongue found her clit, and treated it the same way he had treated her nipple. Flicking back and forth at a furious pace. Before she could stop herself, she was coming, and her juices ran freely, running down his chin. He backed away and she took him by the shoulders and pulled him up, planting her lips on his, and tasting herself. It drove him wild, and Casey took her by the hips and turned her around. He pulled her down so her knees were on the floor of the limo, and her elbows were propped on the seat. He held himself while he entered her from behind, and then filled both of his hands with her ass cheeks, watching and feeling them bounce as he pushed in and out of her at a quick pace.

Casey leaned down and planted a trail of kisses along the back of her neck and downward as far as he could reach. His hands were like vice grips on her flesh, gripping her ass cheeks, moving to her hips. As his breathing became labored Rae pulled away from him, and had him sit on the seat. She knelt in front of him, and gripped the base of his cock in her right hand, and then lowered her mouth onto his rigid member.

She took him deep into her throat, and he was close, arching his hips up and holding the back of her head, so she had nowhere to go. Her eyes watered, and she gagged on his cock, but he didn’t let up, and she didn’t want him to.

She was sliding her hand up and down behind her lips, and it was too much for the man to bear. He came, his hot sticky load bursting forth from the tip of his cock and into the back of her throat. She let him finish, lifting himself up and down as he shot wad after wad of semen into her mouth. When he was done she pulled her lips from his cock and closed her mouth, smiling as she swallowed.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Casey said, and she nodded.





4

For the next month and a half, Rae was in a constant state of bliss. It seemed as though Casey wanted to spend every waking moment with her, and she was glad to oblige the movie star. She began staying at his massive mansion most nights, and he took her to the most amazing restaurants and clubs. They never waited in lines. He took her shopping, and they didn’t even make him pay. It was enough for the clothes to be seen on or around him.

And the sex, it was like nothing the young woman had ever experienced. Some nights they f*cked, some nights they made love, sometimes both. He f*cked her hard one afternoon by his pool, her bikini bottoms pulled to the side by eager fingers, his cock pulling out of her and spraying its load all over her back. That night they took a bath together, entwining their limbs in the warm water as they rocked slowly back and forth.