The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(89)
“Oh Alex,” said Demi, “Oh god, Alex.”
Alex put his hand on her cheek and gently brought her face closer to his. “You are the mother of my child,” said Alex, “I will do anything for you.”
Demi placed her lips upon Alex’s and kissed him. The kiss was soft at first, apprehensive almost, but it slowly grew in intensity. Alex’s tongue was pressed against Demi’s, the two tongues wrestling like snakes inside each others mouths, like a dance of passion. Soon, Alex’s hands were on Demi’s breasts, and Demi’s hands were on Alex’s cock.
Alex picked Demi up and took her to the bed. “You got me an apartment and furniture?” said Demi. Alex laughed and said, “The apartment came furnished.”
He kissed her once more, as deeply as ever. Demi tore his shirt open, and buttons flew everywhere. She pulled her lips from his and began to kiss him down his body. Her lips moved down his chest, down to his navel, and finally to his crotch. She undid the zip of his pants and took his manhood in her mouth.
She loved the taste of him. The manliness that he possess throughout his entire body. Every inch of him was desirable to her. After letting her suck his cock for a few minutes, Alex flipped Demi back onto her back and did to her shirt what she had done to his. He saw her breasts, swollen by his baby inside her, and felt his cock grow even harder. He began to push it into her *.
Demi moaned. No cock had ever felt this good to her, and the fact that she hadn’t had sex in so long certainly seemed amplify the pleasure she was feeling. The fact that Alex was a magnificent lover certainly didn’t hurt either.
Alex thrusted, kissing Demi’s neck as he did, turning his hands sensually over her entire body. He rubbed her clit as he f*cked her, and this drove Demi over the edge. Her * was throbbing, aching for his cock, and though she was breathless in her lust, she managed to whimper a single beseeching word: “Please.”
She was begging Alex, begging him to make her cum. She had never felt this way before, never felt the strength of such a cock within her, and it was making her feel a way that she had never felt before.
All of a sudden, something exploded within her. A fiery supernova of pleasure tore through her body starting from her *. Demi throbbed underneath Alex, and felt his hot cum release inside her *. She felt complete now, as though this baby was now truly theirs. She had never felt like such a woman before.
They held on to each other, gasping in complete tandem. It was as though they were a single being, so coiled were they in the embrace of their lust, so complete the penetration of Alex into Demi. They looked, in that moment, as though they were two halves, shaped to fit each other.
Chapter 7
Free As A Bird
The next morning, Alex made her breakfast. As they sat eating, he told her that he had to go to an important meeting in Las Vegas. He kissed her goodbye, promising to come back in two days.
Demi spent the day in her apartment, taking in the sights. It was truly a magnificent place, and it overlooked Central Park which was something that she never thought she’d get to do in her lifetime. Demi watched TV, fantasized about Alex. She wondered if they would get married, and realized that this was more than a possibility, a probability of sorts.
The next day, Demi woke up and made herself breakfast. The newspaper had arrived, and Demi decided to read it while having her breakfast. However, what she saw on the front page completely killed her appetite.
It was a picture of Alex surrounded by beautiful women. The headline read, “Billionaire software engineer Alex Turner: the most eligible bachelor in town?”
All of a sudden, all of Demi’s certainties about their future began to seem increasingly ridiculous. Of course he wasn’t going to marry her! He was a billionaire playboy with dozens of beautiful women waiting to share his bed. He was just taking care of her because he didn’t want her to run away with his baby. It was all self serving, all of it. She was wrong to have thought so highly of this man.
She then realized that it wasn’t just him, it was her as well. She just wasn’t good enough, and she never would be. If she had never gotten pregnant with his child, he would never have even noticed her. No, she was going to save herself the heartbreak. Her child needed a father, a true one. This man wasn’t going to be a good father.
Demi collected her things. As she left, she threw her phone in the trashcan. She still had her job, she could get another one if need be. She still had her apartment, the contract hadn’t been cancelled yet. She would make it on her own. She would make ends meet and she would take care of this baby all by herself. She was certainly strong enough, she was brave enough. She had gotten herself out of the ghetto.
Yes, Demi was going to be able to take care of herself just fine. She didn’t need Alex, his apartment or his money to make it.
Chapter 8
Demi’s On The Run
Demi rushed to find a cab. She was desperate to get back to her own apartment as quickly as she could, heartbroken as she was. She could not believe that she had been so stupid. She could not believe that a guy like Alex, so handsome and rich, so amazingly charming, could fall for someone like her.
She blamed herself. It was like her mother always side, a white guy was always going to break her heart. How right she had been. In this moment, Demi missed her mother terribly.
Eventually, she was able to find a cab. She could barely speak coherently enough to tell the cab driver where she lived, but somehow she managed. As she sat in the cab, she stroked her stomach. Her and Alex’s child inside her, destined now to spend its life without a father. How she had hoped that Alex would take her in, would raise their child with her. How wrong she had been.