The Billionaire's Baby Arrangement (Bad Boys and Babies 2)

The door chimed again before he pulled back. There was a dark fierce desire in his green eyes that heated her straight to the core. He wanted her. He wanted her in the most primal fashion she could imagine. It was only through sheer will power that he was holding onto himself and not taking her completely right there in the elevator.

He grabbed her hand and together they stumbled into his apartment.

As soon as they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, she pushed her body onto his, finding his mouth with hers, and kissed him. She could feel his muscles through his shirt and marveled at the contained strength. He kissed her again as he had before: tough tugs on her lips, a playful tongue. His hands found her face, holding her carefully and tilting her chin up, opening her wider for the kiss.

She melted into him. Her whole body quivered with need that only he could give her. She needed him. His seed, his body, his soul. That was the only thing that could quench the flames growing steadily inside of her.

He drew her to the bedroom, never stopping his kisses, pulling at her straps and zippers until the dress fell away in the hallway. She left it there, a puddle of black and white satin. She stepped into the bedroom first, leaving him in the hallway.

The room was dark. All she had left on was the teeny tiny thong. It was already soaked through with her desire. She turned, watching as he walked through the doorway, the light behind him. Everything was shadows as she stepped back, biting her lip and waiting for him.

Jackson stepped inside, not bothering to close the door, and turned on the light. Instinctively, she covered herself. Standing seductively in the shadows was one thing, but standing seductively under full light was quite another.

Jackson had slept with super models and ballerinas. She was neither of those things. She had curves and some pounds in places that she wasn’t proud of. As much as she wanted him, she wasn’t ready to show herself to him completely. Just because there was a contract didn’t mean he had to see her with the lights on.

“I want to see you,” Jackson said, still standing in the doorway. He came back to her, and gently took her arms from around her body, exposing her to the light and looking down at her round breasts. He ran his fingers up and down the sides of her arms. "I want to see this incredible little body."

She felt her pussy throb at his appraising stare. It made her wet to know he took so much pleasure just looking at her, that he found her curves and smoothness pleasing.

He leaned down and kissed her again, urgent and powerful with his tongue and lips, his jaw pushing and guiding the kiss, up and down, deeper, and then shallow. His hands ran down her arms, cupping her breasts.

He turned her gently so that she was facing the bed, tucking her hair to the side so he could kiss the back of her neck. He kissed down her shoulder, his hands tracing symmetrical paths his kisses followed. She shivered at his touch, wanted him to grab her firmly, but he didn’t.

His hands slid onto her back and around to touch her tummy, hugging her against his hard body. She could feel his cock pressing her through his slacks. She wanted to feel it, wanted to feel him. She ground her ass against it.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” he whispered. His breath against her skin made her shiver, and it wasn’t with cold. He pressed his solid erection into her ass, letting her feel just how hard he was under his pants.

He kissed her neck and the top of her shoulder, nibbling, his hands sliding around her to hug her hips. His fingers hooked the waistband of the thong. He kissed down her back, over her shoulders and down her spine as he lowered himself, pulling her thong down as he went. He let it roll up as he pulled it over the curve of her tight ass cheeks, then down her bare legs. She could smell her own musk, knew that she had never been this wet with a boy before, so aroused.

He got onto his knees as the thong hit the floor. He touched her ankle so she would step out of it. She did so, but instead of moving away, he slid his hand up to her waist without rising.

“What is it?” she asked, turning around to see what he was doing, but his hands gripped her by the waist firmly to keep her from turning around.

He was staring at her ass, looking up and down the backs of her thighs. His thumbs pressed under the curve of each of her cheeks, squeezing her ass more tightly. He shook them gently, then released his grip, watching them quiver.

“You are amazing,” he said. “You know that? Absolutely... amazing.”

“Thanks?”

He laughed again, standing up and turning her around. He gave her a rushed kiss, then leaned into her, forcing her to climb on to the bed. She slid up the covers, facing him as he crawled on after her, pursuing her. She put her knees together, her thighs mostly hiding her pussy. She still felt embarrassed in the light, spread like this in front of him. He put one of his thick hands between her knees and parted them.

“No, no,” he said, his green eyes bright. “Let me see you.”

She let him part her legs. He used both of his hands, lifting each leg outward, dragging her down toward him so she lay flat on her back.

His hands ran down her inner thighs, making her muscles clench and her pussy tingle.

“So pretty,” he whispered, dragging a single finger across her entrance. “So wet.”

She felt his lips kiss the inside of her knee, then nibble the sensitive flesh of her thigh. Both of his hands rubbing her smooth legs gently as he kissed his way down, down until he was beside her heat. She was throbbing and tingling. She had never been touched like this. She didn’t know her body could feel like this.

His hands parted and held both of her legs just under the curve of her ass cheeks, lifting them under the thighs so that her knees pointed at the ceiling, her calves and her tiny feet bumping on the back of his shoulders. She looked down when she felt his hot breath on her pussy lips. He was staring up at her. He licked his lips.

He pressed his lips against her, the kisses light, making her clench her stomach with each feathery contact, making her feel hot enough to burn through the bed. Then his tongue slid between her smooth lips, pressed in, slid up, moving her juices around, tasting them, until he found the hood of her clit. He salivated heavily on it, running his tongue up and down the side of it, letting his jaw settle against the lips, now puffy in anticipation.

The combination of his touches and licks made her want to squirm in pleasure. The heat spread through her body, her heart began to beat freely, loud in her ears. She curled her toes against the tingling sensations that ran through her.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his low voice vibrating through her.