Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

They followed a windy staircase up to the second floor of the building where their room was located. But first, they stopped at Zoe's room, which was beside their own, to see how she was doing.

Her room was done in pink and white and had a cute princess bed on which she was sleeping peacefully. Elaine's bed was near the window and she too was fast asleep.

Rachel and Derek closed the bedroom door softly and tiptoed to their own room. It was more of a suite with a spacious living area. The sleeping section was dominated by a king-sized four-poster bed with gilded frames and a canopy on it. There was a large ottoman at the foot of the bed, a huge mahogany wardrobe nearby, and an elegant dressing table with a wide mirror in front of it.

"I can't get over how classy this room is," Rachel gushed. "It's perfect!"

Derek grinned. "You are not hard to impress and I like that."

She shrugged. "I'm a simple girl who loves simple things, that's why."

"You are not a girl anymore, my lady," he said suggestively. "Allow me to welcome you properly to the third floor of life."

Derek strolled to where Rachel stood by the bed and kissed her hungrily. He had been dying to do that all night.

Now that he finally had her in his arms, he was going to savor the sweetness of her lips, and the softness of her body, and bask in her sighs of pleasure.

"We never got our second massage with Kira," she murmured against his lips after he broke the kiss.

"Let me make it up to you then," he said. "I'll be your masseuse and lover tonight."

"That sounds like a complete package," she laughed.

"Oh, you have no idea," he agreed and began to undress her methodically, starting with her gloves.

Derek then undid the clasp at the back of her dress and peeled it off her like a second skin. Next was her underwear which was a chemise, a corset, and a pair of old-fashioned knickers.

"I see you really took the theme of the party seriously," he remarked. "The only medieval-looking thing on me is this suit. I'm wearing my Calvin Klein boxers and Emporio Armani singlet under it."

Rachel laughed. "Alfred should have ordered a strip search on everyone before the party started. I'm sure you were not the only rule-breaker tonight."

"Rules are meant to be broken, my love," he replied suggestively.

Her heart did a flip when she heard him call her 'my love'. Oh, how she wanted that to be true!

By the time she was fully naked, she lifted her hands to her hair to undo the pins holding it in place but Derek stopped her.

"Not yet," he said. "That's the icing on the cake."

He began to undress and when he was naked, he led her to the bed. He laid her on her back before walking to the dresser to pick up a bottle of body oil that Rachel had put there earlier.

Derek returned to the bed and squeezed out a few drops of oil on Rachel's body before putting the bottle on the dresser. He then started to work the oil all over her body; massaging her neck, shoulders, arms, thighs, legs, and feet, leaving out the sensitive spots for later.

When he finally began to massage her boobs, a moan escaped from her lips. Derek took his time stroking her nipples until they were taut and almost painful to the touch.

He worked his way down her belly, stopping briefly at her navel to give it a rub before traveling down to the mound between her legs. He caressed her lower lips while stroking her inner thighs at the same time.

Rachel was writhing beneath him, thrusting her hips in his face. She wanted him to touch her clit and put her out of her misery but Derek wasn't done torturing her.

He continued to massage her labia before sliding one finger into her to moisten it with her wetness. Derek then used her body lubrication to stroke her clit, making her cry out in ecstasy.

"Gosh, that feels so good!" Rachel moaned gutturally.

Derek cupped her vulva and began to stroke her with three fingers at the same time. The more she moved her hips in sync with his touch, the more he increased the pressure until she was begging to have him inside her.

He spread her thighs wide apart and positioned himself on top of her. His first thrust was shallow and when he pulled out, Rachel almost became violent. She dragged him by the hips and tried to force his cock into her. "Don't play with me, Derek Fraser," she warned him.

Derek laughed. "But that's exactly what I intend to do."

"Stop playing and make me cum!"

"Ooh, I like that. I can't say no to a direct order," he said and thrust into her again.

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This time, he went all the way and she gripped him by the arms, looking into his eyes as he continued to pound into her. Rachel reached up and ran her hands up the sides of his face, combing her fingers through his hair. Their eyes and hips were locked in the most intimate connection known to humankind. It was erotic how their hips moved in and out while they held each other's gaze.

As Rachel began to feel herself reaching the peak, she gripped the pillow beneath her head, gasping for air as her body began the familiar convulsive dance of orgasm.

Just then, Derek rolled off her while still attached to her at the hip, and put her on top. He reached up and undid her hair and the full tresses cascaded down about her shoulders like a rainfall of curls.

"Damn, you're beautiful," he said, loving how wild she looked with her hair looking all tousled. "You are insanely beautiful."

His words fueled her passion and she began to bounce up and down on his rigid dick, riding him like a raging horse running a race. Derek matched her speed, thrust for thrust, holding on to her waist as the moment of release came hard for both of them.

Rachel threw back her head and cried out in delight, not caring if she woke up the entire household. This kind of orgasm wasn't the type that she could enjoy with her teeth clenched. It was too freeing, too magnificent for her to hide it inside of her.

She collapsed on top of him, listening to his heart beating crazily in his chest. It was a superb way to end her 30th birthday celebration and Rachel felt thoroughly satisfied.

As she drifted off to sleep, she hoped that the coming days with Derek would be just as magical and filled with pleasure as this one was.