The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(33)

Sometimes he opened up to her. They lay in her bed one night, sweating and panting. He had been f*cking her after eating her out, and then f*cking her with her legs thrown over his shoulders.

“You aren’t like other girls,” he said as he got his breathing under control.

“What do you mean?” Sherry asked, looking over to him.

“Most chicks want things. Dates… commitment,” he said with a grin in the darkness.

“Fuck that,” Sherry said, and they both laughed. “I came here to get away from a bad relationship,” Sherry said. “I just want to be f*cked. Make me come, and we’re good.”

“See. You aren’t like other chicks.”

“That’s a good thing. Tell me your name.”

Colt laughed. “I don’t love you. I love to f*ck you, but I don’t love you.”

Sherry heard that, and for some reason, it stung, even though she was pretty sure she didn’t love him either.

Colt went on. “I was in a bad relationship too. She was a nice chick. Good lay but she just wanted too much from me. Kids. Getting married. I’m not that type of guy.”

Sherry laughed. “I can tell.”

They laughed.

A week or so passed after that, and Colt knew he needed to break things off with Sherry. He was starting to really like her, and he was wanting more from their relationship. He wasn’t ready for all of that and wasn’t ready for another woman to be wanting him to change his ways. If there was going to be a future with Sherry, surely she would want him to stop fighting, and drinking, and worse yet, maybe hang up the biking gear and get a real job. Colt had barely graduated high school; there was no way he could hold down some nine to five.

He showed up to her apartment when he knew she would be done with work. The sky was the deep purple of evening, and when she answered the door, she was in a towel, fresh from a shower or bath. He hadn’t planned on f*cking her one last time, but as soon as she saw him, she dropped the towel, and he was lost in her body.

He took it more gently, knowing it might be the last time he slept with her. His kisses were tender, as was his touch. His fingertips traced along her collar bones, down to her nipples. He planted a kiss on her lips and then trailed downwards, down over one of her breasts, and dropping to his knees just inside the door so he could kiss down her flat tummy, and along her shaved pubic area. She lifted a leg and hooked it over his shoulder, and bending his neck, he could trail his tongue along her wet slit.

The tip of his tongue was like velvet as it flicked back and forth over her engorged clit. No man had ever eaten her out while she was standing, and the whole thing was so exotic and tender, that it wasn’t long before she was coming, her juices flowing over his chin as he sucked on her clit and her fingers gripped into his hair.

He stood and undressed, and they went into her bedroom. She tried to take charge, tried to be rough, attempting to push him back so she could ride him, but he took her by the wrist and guided her, so she was lying down.

“You going to f*ck me?” Sherry breathed in the purple light that came flowing in through the bedroom window.

“I’m going to make love to you,” Colt corrected her, and he moved atop of her, kissing her deeply as he used his hand to guide himself into her.

The biker usually f*cked her hard, his hips flying, their pelvis meeting and slapping audibly together in a blur, but now he was pushing deep inside her slowly, and when his skin met hers he pulled back, almost pulling fully from her *.

“Oh God,” Sherry said, wrapping her legs around him as he rocked slowly atop her, pushing in and out.

His lips explored her body, her neck, her lips, her breasts, anything they could reach. She came again, her * spasming around his cock, and still he rocked slowly, unwilling to give in to the urge to just f*ck her hard and fast.

She ran her hands along his back, and then down along his side, feeling the muscles there. When he was about to come, he pressed his lips to hers, their mouths open together and his cock jumped once, twice, three times inside of her, filling her with his seed.

They lay together then in the darkness, the purple of evening having given way to the black of night while they made love. Colt fell asleep inside of her.

In the morning, he broke things off with her.

“Are you serious?” she asked, fresh from a shower and getting dressed for work. He sat naked on the edge of her bed, watching her pull stockings on.

“It’s just… over,” he said with a shrug. He was trying to look as though he didn’t care, but the truth was it hurt him to call it all off.

“Fuck you, get out,” Sherry said, and she tossed his clothes to him.

He didn’t argue; he didn’t even speak. He just dressed and left.

A month went by. Sherry missed him, realizing that for her at least, it had ended up being more than just sex. He was a bad boy, he did bad things, idiotic things, but she knew the real him. He had shown her his true side. He was kind; he was caring. His father had been a biker, he had grown up in a certain life, and he had ended up just like his father, a man who was in prison and would be for the rest of his life.

And then Sherry missed her period. She let it stretch on for a week, but finally, she couldn’t put it off any longer and she bought a pregnancy test and took it. She was pregnant.

Another month went on, and she went to the doctor. The baby was healthy, growing well, and would be there right around Christmas. Sherry smiled when the doctor told her this, but in her car in the parking lot outside of the clinic, she cried. What was she going to do?