Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby 2

Each magnificent ejaculation is paired with a wild, uncontrolled jerk of his hips and a composed expulsion of air, as though all three things are needed in order for him to balance himself. When his balls are dry and he’s got nothing more to give, he folds himself across her back and listens to her beating heart.

“Jason”, Sash says after a long moment has passed. “Jason Walker.”

Dante makes a noise, the meaning of which Sash can’t quite determine. He lifts himself from her and carefully pulls his still erect cock out of her hole, delighted by the way the tight skin of her pussy clings to it. Pausing momentarily, he watches her pussy hole close lazily, before a single drop of his cum leaks to the surface. Satisfied, he goes to his clothes.

Sash turns around, her skin still trembling with sensitivity. Even against the cotton of the bed spread, she feels like she might explode again in orgasm just by rubbing it across her body in the right way.

“Where are you going now?” she complains.

“You said you’d trust me, Sash”, he says. “This won’t work any other way.”

“Stay with me, please, Dante, don’t leave.”

Dante already his his boxer-shorts back on. He pulls on his trousers and then gathers up his shirt, righting it ready to be worn.

“I can’t stay”, he says. “I can’t be seen to wake up here.”

“Then take me with you”, Sash says. “Take me to your house.”

She’s up on her feet now, helping him with the buttons.

“I’m going away for a while”, he says. “My plane leaves tomorrow.”

“Away where?”

“California”, he says. “L.A.”

“Jesus Dante, what the fuck?”

“It’s work”, he says. “Don’t worry, Sash, I’m coming back.”

“When?”

“I don’t know”, he says. “It’s a big project. An expansion.”

He reaches for his jacket.

“Then take me with you.”

He pulls it on, and Sash smooths down the front of it. “No”, he says, shaking his head. “That’s not going to work.”

“I thought you wanted me, Dante. I though that was why you came back here.”

“It was, and I do, but you can’t come with me.”

“What am I meant to do then, wait until you come back?”

Dante doesn’t need to answer that question. Instead, he collects his shoes and socks, and sits on the edge of the bed, ready to put them on.

“Don’t do this to me, Dante”, Sash complains. “You can’t just come here and fuck me whenever you feel like it, that’s not going to work for me.”

“I need to know that I can trust you, Sash”, he says.

Sash folds her arms across her chest.

“You know you can trust me”, she says.

“You prove that to me, while I’m away”, Dante says. “and I’m all yours.”

“All mine? What does that even mean?”

“It means we talk about a proper relationship like before”, he says. “It means being together.”

“Secretly?” Sash asks.

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed Sash, but we are stepbrother and stepsister.”

“So what?” she says, sitting alongside him.

Dante smooths the back of her neck and she tilts herself into his touch. “It’s not illegal”, she says.

“If anyone found out, I could be ruined”, Dante says. “I took a risk coming here, but I wanted to show you what you mean to me. We have to keep this secret, Sash.”

“Do you mean it?” Sash asks.

“What?”

“About being together in a proper relationship.”

“Show me I can trust you, and you’ll see that I do.”

Dante stands up. Out of his jacket pocket comes his wallet.

“Now you’re going to pay me?” Sash says.

Dante takes out a credit card and holds it in the air in front of her. “That place was pathetic”, he says. “You deserve much more than that.”

“That place was my home”, Sash says. “You had no right to take that away from me.”

“Find somewhere you like. Treat yourself. Go shopping, start dance classes again. Wait for me”, he says finally handing it over.

Sash takes the card.

“Do you have to go?” she asks, already sure of the answer.

“Yes”, Dante confirms.

“Will you call me?”

Dante looks at her with his hungry eyes, the storm already passed.

“Show me I can trust you”, he says, ignoring the question completely.

Sash is quick to her feet. Desperate to show Dante who he belongs to, she wraps herself around him and pulls him into her for a kiss. Finally, she takes his hand and places it on her warm, still tingling pussy.

“Can I trust you?” she asks.

“I’ve never wanted anyone else in my life”, Dante says, and what’s more, she believes him.

As Dante crosses the road to his car, his phone already pressed to his ear, Sash isn’t the only one watching him. In the room next door to hers, hidden by a half-drawn curtain and stood in dark, impenetrable shadow, is her father. The uneasy look on his face suggests he’s been awake for some time.

Chapter 10

She’s there to meet him at the airport. A tall, Latin looking girl with large, almost black eyes, full lips and long, jet-black hair. She’s absolutely beautiful. Dressed smartly and holding her hand, is a young boy who can’t be more than two years old. Lighter skinned, American features, a crop of rustic, sun bleached hair.

They wait patiently, eyes on the gate, excited to see him come through it. The boy especially. He has a huge smile of anticipation on his face, like he’s just understood the meaning of birthday presents, and is expecting a huge one to come through the door at any minute. He can hardly contain himself, eyes wide and hungry, strikingly familiar.

When he sees him, his unmistakable figure cutting through the crowd, his arms go up into the air.

“Daddy!”

Breaking away from his mother, he slips rapidly under the barrier, only to be gathered up mid-approach and carried back the way he came, a kissed greeting planted firmly on his forehead.

She takes her sunglasses off as he approaches, even better looking than the last time she saw him.

“Hello, Dante”, she says wistfully, taking the pair of them into her arms.