The Ruthless Billionaire Secret Baby

"Girl, you're crazy!"

Andrea let out a soft laugh as she noticed the look of utter disbelief on her friend, Emily's face. Emily was her best friend. As a matter of fact, her only friend and she shared everything with her. Including her plan to go kinky with her fiance. Emily stared at her friend like there were horns growing out of her head. She moved closer to the edge of the bed where Andrea sat. "I cannot believe that you are the one actually saying this!"

"Well..I was just thinking that it was high time I made a move, a leap of faith or something like that." Andrea started shyly. Her brown eyes boring into Emily's own, begging for a sign of validation, maybe begging for any sign at all. "You know that I'm not really the flirty type and you know how much the mere thought of a roleplay and cosplay kinda kinks cringes me the fuck out.. I'm honestly very nervous."

"I know..I know!" Emily squealed even more, completely paying zero attention to Andrea's nervousness. Not that she loved Andrea any less or she did not care about her, she was just too engrossed in what Andrea had said earlier. "Tell me everything, what you are going to do and do not dare leave out any details."

Andrea broke her eye contact with Emily and took in a deep breath as she tried to steady her nerves. She couldn't understand why she was suddenly so tense, she could hear the sound of her heartbeat.

"So.." Andrea began slowly, intentionally taking her time as she knew fully well how impatient Emily was. Emily remained calm and was surprisedly patient, though her face said otherwise and revealed how she could hardly contain her excitement. "You know Mark has a thing for superheroes right?"

"Yes.. that's why you guys only watch superhero movies whenever you both go to see a movie."

"Exactly! He loves it so much, even I don't know why he's obsessed with it." Andrea complained with a slight frown evident on her face. She and Mark have never seen a romantic movie together or even just a normal romcom, thriller, action, horror or anything at all besides superhero movies. She recalled one time when she was riding the bus home and she overheard the kids behind her arguing about superheroes, she had to fight her inner demons not to chirp in on their conversation and look like some weird lady who has forgotten that she's too old for such conversation, just because she had seen almost if not all the superhero movies ever made and that was all thanks to Mark, her fiance.

"Hey!" Emily snapped her fingers impatiently, drawing Andrea attention back to the matter at hand and reality. "Back to earth little miss cosplay, you still haven't given me the full gist of everything."

"Okay fine fine, here's what I'm thinking," Andrea started again, her voice gaining confidence with each word. "Mark has a thing for superheroes, especially Batman. He's so damn crazy for Batman, he literally has every collection or anything at all that relates to Batman. He even calls his room the Bat cave." She paused, shook her head and let out a small laugh before she continued. "So I thought, why not surprise him by dressing up as Catwoman?"

Emily's eyes widened in delight, her hands flew to her mouth as she stared at Andrea. "Who are you and what have you done to my friend?" It felt like she was just meeting the person before her for the very first time.

"Hi I'm a new and improved version of your dear best friend, nice to meet you." Andrea said playfully, stretching out her right hand for a handshake.

"Well hello new and improved version of my best friend, nice to meet you too!" Emily responded with a laugh as she shook hands with Andrea.

"But I'm a little worried that the plan might not work."

"What? Your idea is beautiful, brilliant, magnificent..is there any other word to use to describe it?"

"Perfect?"

"Yes baby, just perfect. Oh my goodness, it's so brilliant!"

"You think so?"

"Do I think so? I don't think so, I know so! He is going to absolutely love it."

"You think he will love it?"

"Trust me, he will." Emily nodded excitedly, personally she knew how much men loved when their women dresses up just for them and not just any type of dress up, they love it when the ladies dress up just the way they liked it.

"The truth is," There was a sad and distant look in Andrea's eyes, she let out a long sigh before she continued. "We have become so comfortable with each other that it's now suffocating. Sometimes it feels like we are both just familiar strangers about to get married."

"Oh my God.." Emily murmured and wrapped her hands around Andrea as she pulled her in for a warm embrace.

"It's so hard." She blinked repeatedly, trying to fight the tears stinging her eyes and threatening to fall out. It had started out slowly, one cancelled date turned to two and then three and then holiday plans were cancelled, too busy with work, too busy to take calls or return them. At first it was hard but they had both gotten too comfortable with the bridge and gap in their relationship that it ended up becoming the usual norms.

"Everything is going to be fine, you just have to be strong. You both used to be such love birds, but you both also had your careers to pursue that doesn't mean that Mark no longer loves you. He loves you more than life itself."

"Emily, you do not seem to understand," Andrea freed herself from the hug and locked eye contact with Emily. "The spark is gone."

"Spark? What spark?"

"We no longer do it." Andrea said in an almost whisper, her eyes darting anywhere but Emily's.

"Do what?" Emily asked mischievously, feigning the beautiful art of innocent cluelessness. She knew how shy Andrea could get and she wanted to just taunt her a little to brighten up her already ruined mood.

"Come on Emily," She eyed Emily suspiciously, her eyes scanning Emily's face for a sign of mischief. She noticed the twinkle in Emily's eyes and how she was fighting hard to hold in her smile.

"I honestly have zero idea of what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I can't remember the last time we did it, even when we actually did it which has been so long, it was really boring. It felt more like a chore, like some kind of responsibility."

Emily burst out laughing, unable to contain herself any longer. Andrea's serious expression was too much for her to handle. "Oh, Andrea, you crack me up!" Emily said between giggles. "I thought you were talking about something serious, but you're just referring to...sex. So all of these is because someone is horny?"

Andrea blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed and exposed. Her face was as red as a lobster. "Yeah, I know it sounds silly, but it's true. Our physical connection has gone down the drain, and I miss the hot passion we used to have."

Emily's laughter subsided, and she took Andrea's hands in hers, her expression turned serious, she understood how much Andrea loved Mark. "Look girl, relationships go through ups and downs, and it's completely normal to experience lulls in intimacy. But that doesn't mean the spark is gone forever. You and Mark just need to find a way to reignite it. You understand me right? Get freaky tonight baby girl."

Andrea sighed, her gaze fixed on their joined hands. "I know you're right, Emily. It's just that sometimes I worry that we've lost touch with each other. We're so focused on our careers and other aspects of our lives that we've neglected the most important part-the connection between us."

Emily nodded in understanding, her messy black hair bouncing with each movement of her head. "It happens to the best of us, Andrea. But the fact that you're willing to go the extra mile and plan this surprise for Mark shows that you still care deeply about your relationship. And that's a good sign, you're doing great girl."

Andrea smiled weakly. "I hope so. I just want us to feel that excitement again, that sense of adventure we used to have."

"Well, dressing up as Catwoman might just be the start you need," Emily said as she placed a soft kiss on Andrea's forehead "But remember, it's not just about the costume. It's about the effort and intention behind it. Show Mark that you still want to explore new things together, that you're open to trying new experiences. That's what will reignite the spark."

Andrea nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. "You're right, Emily."

"Exactly!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Now, let's brainstorm some ideas to make this surprise truly unforgettable. Talking about cosplay, do you have a costume?"

Andrea grinned mischievously. "Funny you should ask. I may or may not have already bought a Catwoman custom online. It's been tucked away in my closet, waiting for the perfect moment."

Emily clapped her hands, unable to contain her excitement any longer. "This is going to be epic, what's the time? Shouldn't you be on your way?"

"Well I should, I don't want him to come back from his conference before I get there, so yeah, I need to get ready."

"You're so lucky to have me Andrea! I'll make you look so damn sexy...oh I can see it already!" Emily screamed excitedly.

Andrea and Emily spent the next hour preparing for the surprise. Emily rummaged through Andrea's closet, pulling out various pieces of clothing and accessories to create the perfect Catwoman costume. She had an eye for fashion and a knack for putting together stunning outfits, so Andrea trusted her completely.

As Emily worked her magic, Andrea couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The anticipation of seeing Mark's reaction to her surprise was both thrilling and daunting.

Finally, after carefully selecting each element of the costume, Emily stepped back to admire her handiwork. Andrea stood before the mirror, completely transformed. The skin-tight black suit clung to her curves, accentuating her figure in all the right places. The sleek black boots added an air of power and confidence to her ensemble. The final touch was a whip, coiled at her side, completing the Catwoman look.

"Oh my gosh, Andrea, you look incredible!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.

Andrea blushed, feeling a surge of self-assurance. "Thank you, Emily. I need to be on my way!" With that she hurriedly rushed out of the apartment and into her car, in a split second she was already on the road and on her way to Mark's apartment.

Arriving at the apartment complex, Andrea found a parking spot and quickly made her way to the elevator. Each passing floor filled her with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She could hardly contain her excitement, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached Mark's floor.

Taking a deep breath, she walked down the hallway and stood in front of Mark's door. She retrieved the spare key from her small bag and unlocked the door. She saw that the lliving room lights were turned on so she knew he was prolly already home, which disappointed her a bit but she brushed it aside.

She headed for his room but suddenly stopped when she got to the door. She could hear faint sounds coming from his room, it sounded like someone moaning. Her heart sank as she prayed deeply inside of her that she was just

hearing things or maybe he was watching an adult movie.

Andrea carefully turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, ensuring that it didn't creak. However, the scene that unraveled before her shattered her heart like fragile glass and tore at her soul. Her gaze fell upon the bed and there was Mark deeply entangled with another woman, completely oblivious to what was happening around him. Her trembling hands flew to her mouth, trying to stop the gasp that threatened to escape her quivering mouth. Overwhelmed by shock, she swiftly made her way out of the apartment, ensuring her presence remained unnoticed.

Outside, she fell to the floor and closed her eyes as she tried to steady her racing heart. She retrieved her phone and composed a precise yet detailed break up text and sent it to him. She took one last look at the apartment as she gathered herself up and summoned the strength to walk away. Her steps were steady but her heart was in chaos.

Andrea's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled into the dimly lit club, seeking solace in the embrace of anonymity and the haze of alcohol. The weight of her emotions bore down on her, urging her to drown her sorrows in drink, desperate to numb the pain that consumed her. The flashing lights and pounding music provided a temporary relief from her disturbed and scattered thoughts, but deep down, she knew it was only a temporary escape. How could Mark betray her? After everything they have been through together? She could not seem to be able to wrap her head around it.

She had turned off her phone on her way to the club, knowing fully well that Emily would call her to know how good their plan had gone. She knew that if she ended up informing Emily about what had happened in Mark's house, Emily would ensure that Mark and whoever was on the bed with him wish they were dead.

"Hey baby girl."

Her gaze fell upon a shabby looking young man. He was dressed in leather pants and jacket, she immediately guessed that he was a biker and knowing fully well that they're usually not good news so she chose to ignore him. But it seemed that he wasn't having it.

As she made her way through the crowd, she felt a hand grope her ass. Her eyes widened in shock as she paused in her tracks, she felt her heart race.

Andrea's shock quickly transformed into anger, her brows furrowing as she wondered who had violated her personal space. She didn't have the patience or tolerance for such behavior, especially not on a night like this when she was already grappling with her own emotional turmoil.

Without a second thought, she swiftly spun around, her eyes locking onto the man's face. Her voice dripped with a mixture of anger and determination as she spoke, "You have no right to touch me like that. Keep your hands to yourself!"

The man's face contorted into a smug grin, clearly unfazed by her reaction. He leaned in closer, his words slurred with the effects of alcohol, "Aw, come on, sweetheart. Just having some fun. Loosen up a bit."

Andrea's jaw clenched as her frustration intensified. She had reached her breaking point, and she wasn't about to let this stranger push her any further. Drawing strength from her anger, she raised her voice above the blaring music, capturing the attention of those nearby.

"Fun? Is that what you call it? Well, I call it harassment!" she retorted, her voice laced with defiance. The crowd around them began to murmur, their attention shifting from the pulsating music to the unfolding confrontation.

Suddenly, a tall figure emerged from the outskirts of the gathering. It was a bouncer or so she thought as she did not care to look at his face, clad in a black suit, his muscular frame imposing. He stepped forward, placing a hand on the man's shoulder, his voice firm and commanding.

"Is there a problem here?" the bouncer asked, his gaze fixed on the man in leather. His presence alone seemed to shift the dynamics of the situation, forcing the harasser to take a step back.

The man stumbled over his words, attempting to play down the incident, "Nah, man, just messing around. No harm intended."

The bouncer's stern expression didn't waver as he addressed Andrea, his voice filled with empathy, "Miss, are you alright? Do you want me to escort this individual out of the club?"

Andrea took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude wash over her. She nodded, her voice steady, "Yes, please. I appreciate your help."

With that, the bouncer firmly guided the man away, disappearing into the crowd. Andrea let out a sigh, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. She moved towards the bar and took a seat as she ordered for multiple shots of tequila. In a matter of seconds she had gulped down a lot of alcohol and was now tipsy. She held the glass in her hand and slowly twirled the drink, her eyes and lazily slowing scanning the crowd.

As Andrea sat there, lost in her own thoughts, a voice broke through the haze of the club and captured her attention.

"Is this seat taken?"

Andrea looked up to see the bouncer. She noticed his striking blue eyes and a warm smile that was surprisedly familiar. He looked so much like her high school crush, Ethan. But there was no way that it was him so she brushed the thought aside.

Andrea shook her head, gesturing to the empty seat beside her. "No, it's all yours."

The bouncer gracefully slid onto the stool, his eyes never leaving Andrea's face. "I saw what happened earlier. You handled that situation with strength and courage."

A mix of surprise and gratitude washed over Andrea. She hadn't expected anyone to notice or comment on the incident, and it touched her that this stranger had taken notice.

"Thank you," Andrea replied, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's been a tough night, and I needed someone to remind me that I'm not alone."

"Hmmm"

Curiosity got the best of her and she ended up asking anyways. "Did you perhaps attend Antonio high school?"

"Yeah, why? Do you know me?" There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

"Oh my God, you're Ethan right?" She clapped her hands excitedly, she could not believe her eyes. "It's me, Andrea! Oh my goodness, I can't believe this."

"Wait...no way! Andrea?" He engulfed her in an embrace, he couldn't contain his surprise. "It has been like how many years now? Since prom right? Wow!"

"I know!" She allowed herself to enjoy the hug, after what she had been through earlier, she deserved a decent hug.

He released her from the hug and stared at her. "You look...wow Andrea honestly, you look amazing, you have really changed. You look so beautiful."

Andrea blushed, feeling a mixture of flattery and nostalgia at Ethan's words. It had been years since they had last seen each other, and the sudden reunion felt surreal. She couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Ethan's demeanor, and the flirty look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

"Thank you, Ethan," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness. "You're looking good too. It's incredible to see you after all this time. Do you work here?"

"No I don't."

"Well, earlier when you kicked out that pervert, I honestly thought you were a bouncer."

"Good God no."

"You have really changed Ethan."

Ethan chuckled, his smile widening. "Yeah, life has taken some unexpected turns since high school. But it's great to reconnect with old friends. So, what brings you here tonight?"

Andrea took a deep breath, contemplating how much to reveal. She didn't want to burden Ethan with her personal issues, but she also didn't want to dismiss the chance to confide in someone who seemed genuinely interested.

"I needed an escape, you know?" she began, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Some things happened recently, and I just needed a break from reality. I didn't expect to run into you, though. It's a pleasant surprise."

Ethan nodded understandingly. "I get it. Sometimes life throws curveballs, and we all need a temporary refuge. If you ever feel like talking about it, I'm here to listen."

Andrea appreciated his offer and the genuine concern in his voice. Opening up to someone she hadn't seen in years felt strangely comforting, like a fresh perspective on her situation.

"Well, I just found out that my fiance cheated on me," she confessed, her voice slightly shaky. "I caught him with someone else, and it shattered me. I thought we had something real, you know? We had plans, we were supposed to have a beautiful future together, our wedding was so close. It feels like my whole world has turned upside down."

Ethan's expression softened, his eyes reflecting empathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, Andrea. Betrayal is never easy to deal with. But remember, it says more about him than it does about you. You deserve someone who appreciates and respects you."

Andrea nodded, grateful for Ethan's words of encouragement. "Thank you, Ethan. I needed to hear that. It's just hard to let go of the past sometimes."

He reached out and placed a comforting hand on hers. "I understand. Healing takes time, but I have faith that you'll come out stronger on the other side. And remember, you're not alone. You have friends who care about you, even if they're from the past."

Andrea sighed, there was just something about his voice, something about him in general that reached out to her.

"So Ethan, tell me, what brings you here?"

"Hmm, I just came to loosen up. Been going through a lot of stress and pressure lately."

"Then what are we doing sitting here and being all moody? C'mon let's hit the dance floor!" With that, Andrea gulped down two shots of tequila and pulled Ethan with her to the dance floor.

Ethan couldn't help but smile at Andrea's sudden burst of energy and determination. Her infectious enthusiasm was contagious, and he found himself getting caught up in the moment. As they made their way to the dance floor, the pulsating beats and vibrant lights surrounded them, engulfing them in a sea of euphoria.

Andrea let herself go, allowing the music to guide her movements. She danced with an uninhibited grace, her worries and heartache momentarily forgotten. Ethan, too, let loose, matching her energy as they moved in sync with the rhythm.

The music gradually faded, and as the song ended, Ethan and Andrea separated, their gazes locked. There was a mixture of warmth, understanding, and a hint of desire in their eyes. The unspoken tension hung in the air, begging for resolution.

With a gentle smile, Andrea broke the silence, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. "Ethan, can I ask you something?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, she took a deep breath. "What happens after tonight? After the dancing, the laughter, and the escape from reality? What happens when the music stops?"

As if reading her thoughts, Ethan continued, his voice gentle yet filled with a quiet determination. "Andrea, I don't know what tomorrow holds, but I do know that I feel a connection with you, one that I haven't felt in a long time. I want to get to know you,"

"I don't have anywhere to go tonight!" She said, hoping he would understand what she meant.

Ethan nodded, he grabbed her hand and headed for the exit. There was a hotel across the road and that was exactly where he was going.

Andrea decided to go with the flow, soon they were alone in a room. The sexual tension in the air was so thick that a knife could cut through it, their gazes were locked on each other and in a split second their lips met, a rush of desire surged through Andrea's veins, intertwining with the lingering pain and vulnerability she had carried with her. In that moment, she allowed herself to surrender to the passion, to let go of the past and be present in the intensity of the present.

The room seemed to fade away as Ethan's hands explored her body, tracing every curve, every contour with a fervor that mirrored her own. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, melding into a dance of passion and desire. Time became an ethereal concept, lost in the sea of their intertwined emotions. Every touch ignited a fire within them, fueling a connection that seemed to transcend the physical realm.

Ethan's lips brushed against hers, softly at first, as if savoring the taste of anticipation. Their kisses deepened, becoming an intoxicating blend of longing and surrender. The room was filled with the sounds of their breaths, a rhythmic melody of pleasure and longing.

"Just touch me,' Andrea whined, arching impatiently against his hand. Ethan couldn't make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. threw her head back.

"God, yes. Keep going.' He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cried out against his lips, and was lost.

The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against him, skin to skin. As soon as she felt that first spurt, she began to rock forward against his hand. Ethan pulled away slightly from her, only enough to slip his finger out of her vagina but leaving her hanging precariously by a thin line of precome at the end of her sex. She whimpered as he slowly withdrew his finger.

She didn't want him to stop. Not yet. Not yet.She wanted him there inside of her, filling her up completely, filling her with his seed, filling every last bit of empty space left behind in her heart. She couldn't remember ever feeling anything like this before. The sensations were foreign, unfamiliar. She liked them though. They made her feel alive. And so she begged for more as she reached out toward him.

"God.. please Ethan, don't stop!" She purred shamelessly. Her voice wasn't strong, not yet, but it sounded good in her own ears.

She could feel herself starting to come, the pressure building around her clit, urging Ethan to push his thumb into her opening. He complied, pushing his finger deep and harder into her tight sheath, pumping rhythmically at her entrance and when she was so close, he stopped and intentionally started torturing her with slow thrusts until she broke. When she collapsed against his hand and came again and again, he continued to work into her, pulling his thumb away and pushing it inside again as quickly as he could manage without getting too aggressive. Eventually he had to put his hand under her ass and hold her upright as the orgasm took her.

"Good girl, you're so wet for Daddy!" He praised her as he slipped out of his briefs quickly. His dick was rock hard, ready to penetrate her.

She whimpered again, wanting more, begging for it even as she was still coming down from her orgasm. She arched her hips and pressed against him eagerly. Ethan wrapped his hands firmly around her waist and moved her onto her knees, pressing her thighs tightly against her butt cheeks as he slid himself inside of her, groaning with the pleasure that flooded through his body at the sensation.

"So damn good," he moaned, moving faster and faster in and out of her, never giving her the chance to catch her breath. Her hips bucked and pushed against his cock, her pussy clenching around him as he pounded into her mercilessly. The walls of her womb throbbed in unison with each thrust, the pressure mounting with every stroke.

Every time one of his thick strokes struck home, another would take its place. Each thrust, followed by another. She gasped as he pushed his cock in even deeper and suddenly he was fucking her hard and fast, driving himself home into her. He kept pumping wildly into her, slamming into the sensitive spot over and over, and finally, finally after what seemed like forever, he let go. With one final push into her she exploded, her juices dripping down his legs.

A few moments later, He exploded into her with a cry, spilling hot cum deep inside her. She let out a long, drawn out moan at the sensation of the semen pouring from him, loving every drop of it that touched her swollen nub. He panted heavily as he slowly pulled himself out of her, sliding down her body and falling next to her where he lay, exhausted. For a while they just lay there quietly together until both their breathing and heart rates slowed. At last, he turned towards her and smiled fondly.

"Mmm... how are we feeling now?"

A small smile appeared on her face. "Very much better."

It had been such a long time since she'd had sex. So very long...but it had been worth every minute spent waiting anxiously for the moment to come. Even though it had taken her years to be prepared, she'd enjoyed it. In fact, all she wished for right now was for Ethan to fuck her again.

But the thought was short lived because he rolled over onto his back, holding his arms up above his head and spreading them wide. He looked extremely comfortable, and Andrea immediately snuggled into his side and rested her head on his bare chest.

"So tell me, how was high school life for you?" He asked.

She sighed, thinking of her old classmates and friends. Some of them had married, some hadn't, some were still working or living at home. Most of them had babies by nowl.

"It was okay I suppose. You know I wasn't the popular type but I did have few friends though..few good friends."

He stroked her hair affectionately. "That sounds pretty depressing."

She chuckled. She was happy about being able to laugh again. It was good to know that she was not busy crying over Mark. "Yeah...but that was probably a blessing in disguise."

They laid silently, enjoying each other's company for several minutes before the silence became uncomfortable. Finally, he said, "Did you see anyone you knew after we graduated?"

She shook her head. "Not really, except my best friend, Sarah. You remember her right?"

He nodded. He remembered Sarah. He remembered how sweet and innocent she'd been at the beginning, before she grew too serious. That girl had matured into someone who wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone that hurt her friend.

"Yeah, I remember." He thought for a moment. "How is Sarah doing, anyway?"

At this question Andrea shifted uncomfortably. "Uhh..."

"What's wrong?" he asked, sensing something else was bothering her. He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned in towards her, studying her closely. She had gotten prettier, with ginger hair and brown eyes instead of bright blue. He wondered if her eyes had always been this brown and beautiful. "Your eyes are so pretty."

"Thank you." She blinked repeatedly as she felt colors rush up her cheek, she suddenly felt hot.

"Fuck!" Ethan cursed under his breath. He was trying really hard to ignore his now rock hard and throbbing dick but that look in her eyes was making it even harder. He leaned closer towards her, ensuring that hiss lips were just a few inches away from hers. "One more round?"he whispered.

She nodded shakily. Her whole body shuddered when his breath brushed across her lips, and she closed her eyes and tilted her head back in a silent invitation. He kissed her, letting his tongue slide against hers. She moaned against his mouth and opened for him, allowing him access to her mouth.

He broke the kiss and started kissing and licking every part of her face, tasting her salty perspiration and warm, slick flesh on his tongue before moving upwards to kiss her ear. He nibbled her earlobe teasingly before continuing his journey upward, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach until he was kissing along the length of her neck.

He stopped briefly before returning back to his previous task. He heard her soft moan as he trailed kisses up to her jaw, then down the column of her neck. He paused just below her collar bone before trailing his tongue along her breastbone to her belly button. She squirmed underneath him, her breathing quickening. She ran her hands down his shoulders and tangled her fingers in his hair. She loved the way her breasts felt in his hands; his hands could make her forget everything but the feeling of him touching her.

Ethan smirked, knowing exactly what she was thinking, the first sex had been rough because they had both been so impatient but he was definitely going to make the best of this round. He slowly found his way to her clit, swirling his tongue in circles in a circular motion while he slowly pushed two fingers deep into her tight passage.

"Ahhh! Oh God yes!" She writhed beneath him. He didn't respond verbally to her words, however, instead he continued to rub her clit as he pumped his fingers into her. She moaned loudly, her back arching off of the bed. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and screamed her release. Seconds later, it subsided leaving her shaking and breathless, lying there panting and listening to the sound of his heavy breathing next to her.

Finally she sat up, there was no way she was going to let him have all the phone. She pushed him on the bed and slowly slid his dick into her mouth, sucking deeply and gently. As soon as she felt his muscles contract around him, a spasm of excitement raced through her body as he stiffened and groaned out loud.

"Fuck! just like that baby!" She began moving her head up and down, swallowing him whole, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat as she worked to swallow him completely. She was growing wetter now, she couldn't believe her body could get this worked up from just sucking him, from his touch and taste.

"Yes, just like that baby!" he groaned out loud.

"Do you like it? Do you want me to do it again? I'm going to make it perfect for you!" She encouraged as she stopped and got on top of him, she fitted his dick into her pussy and began riding him.

She felt him tremble slightly and moan, her movements becoming faster and rougher. She bit her lip as she rode him again, moaning out loud when he filled her to the brim with his seed. Her hands were trembling as she collapsed on him. This was a night she was going to remember forever. They soon drifted off to sleep while cuddling each other.

Andrea woke up and realized that she was the only one on the bed. After waiting for him to come out from the bathroom for far too long, curiosity got the better of her. She tiptoed to the bathroom and rested her head against the door, straining to eavesdrop on his phone call.

"Look, it was just a one night stand with some chick from my high school. Alexa doesn't have to know, it's my last night as a single man, I'm getting married tomorrow man, I had to make the most of it!"

Andrea's heart sank as she listened to Ethan's words. The world around her seemed to blur, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. The intimate connection they had just shared, the vulnerability she had exposed, all seemed to crumble into dust.

Tears welled up in Andrea's eyes as she quietly retreated from the bathroom, careful not to make a sound. She stumbled back to the bed, feeling a mixture of anger, betrayal, and humiliation. How could he? How could Ethan use her like this, knowing he was about to get married? She felt like a fool, a pawn in his game.

Doubts and questions flooded her mind. Was she just a convenient escape from the impending commitment of marriage? The pain in her chest intensified as she realized she had been nothing more than a means to satisfy his desires before he settled down with someone else.

She couldn't bear to face him, to confront him about what she had overheard. Instead, she quickly dressed and quietly slipped out of the room, leaving behind no remnants of the night they had shared.