Billionaire Baby Daddy

“Fuck me,” I moaned as he teased me a little with his throbbing member.

“Oh, I am, but you can’t scream, you know. There are women and children in the very next room. No screaming.”

“Shit.”

That was going to be a real problem, and I knew it already. When he moved inside of me, I moaned out softly, and Nate quickly covered my mouth. He smiled down at me as if teasing me with his body as his hips pressed in deeper and I moaned a little more.

“Shh,” he said with a smile. “No noises.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned as he thrust deep and hard into me.

Nate reached down and grabbed my black scarf and gently slid it around me and tied it right in front of my mouth. He then slid the knotted fabric into my mouth and I bit down on it in an effort to muffle my moans.

“This should keep you quiet,” he whispered into my ear. “Because I’m about to make every muscle in your body twitch with desire.”

His pelvis thrust into me hard and I moaned out again, but this time it was muffled by the scarf. I felt more confident in letting my noises out as his thrusts continued. I felt complete and utter desire. Thrust after thrust, he delivered to me and I felt my body welcoming him with a wet rush of pre-orgasm. I tried to hold my body from releasing, but I felt it building up harder and harder for the ultimate release.

I wasn’t self-conscious. There were no worries about what he thought of my naked body. The only thing I could think of was how many more thrusts it would take from his body before I exploded in the ultimate orgasm.

With only a dozen or so deep, hard thrusts, I screamed out into my scarf as Nate thrust his body into me and released. It was hot, we were naked, and we were in the middle of a war zone fucking each other. I couldn’t have imagined that moment if I had tried. There was no fantasy of such a moment from my past. Only the pure reality that we had just let our bodies feel the sweet release of pleasure in a moment of passion.

There was no time for lying around naked though, and we both got up and started to put our clothes back on. Each of us with huge smiles and watching each other diligently as we got dressed. We had a comfort level with each other that people only achieved over time. Although we didn’t know each other all that long, I did feel like Nate understood me more than other people did.

“So, I flew to Damascus to fuck my boyfriend. I guess I should head home now,” I teased as I reached for the door handle.

Nate grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him as we leaned against the door. His big arms wrapped softly around me and my head rested on his chest. It was intimate and relaxing—well, as relaxed as you could be in the middle of a war zone.

“You shouldn’t have come here. It’s so dangerous. I wish you would have just waited for me at home.”

“I’m sorry. I had to get out of there. I had to take control of my life for a change and I thought I could help a little.”

“I called you my girlfriend to the guys,” Nate said softly as he changed the subject.

I looked up at him and saw his boyish grin. I knew enough about Nate to know that he didn’t go around calling anyone his girlfriend very often. I felt privileged that he had said such a thing to his friends.

Nate was the kind of man who kept his love life to himself. I was

pretty sure even his close friends didn’t hear much about the women in his life. And then probably only when he brought with him to an event or something like that.

Nate had his quiet house in the woods and I had heard some stories of him picking up women and bringing them home. But I hadn’t heard a single story about someone who he loved or that he had dated for a long time. From what I knew about Nate, he was a serial bachelor.

“Sorry for worrying you and coming over here. I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t sit there and feel like a victim. I needed some sort of control.”

“You should have seen the guys faces when I said I had a girlfriend. I swear they almost passed out,” Nate said without addressing the fact that I had flown over there.

“I’m sure they think I’m a lunatic for being here. Sorry about that.”

“We are all a little crazy; that’s part of the fun of loving someone. You must think I’m crazy for doing what I do for my job. And I just think you needed some excitement in your life and made a little bit of a bad decision.” Nate laughed as he looked around the room we were in.

It certainly wasn’t the Ritz. The old, rundown room had six cots in there; none of the mattresses were the same as the others. The floors were covered with random items such as pens, paper, and books. It wasn’t romantic at all, yet I felt like I was in the middle of one of the most romantic moments of my life.

We still had hours to kill before it was time to load up more of the people from the building. I would have been perfectly happy to spend those hours sitting and talking to Nate, but my body had different plans.

I wanted more of him. The urge to feel his naked body against mine was still all consuming and as I pressed my hand to his pants I felt his throbbing cock still delighted to be there with me.

“Make love to me,” I whispered as I looked up at Nate.

“We just did.” He laughed.