The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

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As the day of Sophia’s barbecue approached, I found myself getting ready with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Sebastian was on his way to pick me up, and I had a sense of comfort in knowing that he would be by my side, even if only temporarily. The recent death threat had left me feeling scared and anxious, and I longed for the reassurance that came with Sebastian’s presence.

Sophia had shared with me that Patrick was making progress in his efforts to uncover the stalker’s identity. However, the gravity of the situation was such that he couldn’t reveal any details yet, fearing it might provoke the stalker further. The knowledge that we were inching closer to discovering the identity of the person tormenting me offered a glimmer of hope, but it was overshadowed by the persistent fear that had taken root in my life.

I relayed the recent developments to Sebastian, and his reaction was immediate and protective. He inquired about my well-being and offered to assign a guard to protect me. The concern in his voice was palpable, and it reminded me of the unwavering support I had in him.

With his reassurance and encouragement, I proceeded to prepare for the barbecue. I meticulously applied my makeup and styled my hair, trying to focus on the simple pleasures of the day rather than the looming threat that had become a constant presence in my life.

Slipping into a jumpsuit that comfortably accommodated my growing belly, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it. My baby’s presence was a source of profound joy and a reminder that life was still filled with beauty and hope, even in the face of adversity.

Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup, there was a knock at my door, and I was greeted by Bella’s familiar presence. She had brought me a glass of orange juice, a small but meaningful gesture of care and support.

“I brought you orange juice,” Bella said, placing it on my table. Her concern for my well-being was evident in her eyes.

“Thank you,” I responded sincerely, taking a sip of the juice, which tasted delicious and refreshing. The simple act of kindness from a friend was a reminder that, despite the fear and uncertainty that hung over us, I was not alone in facing these challenges.

Bella, ever perceptive, broached the subject of my fear and the stalker’s persistent threat. “Are you scared?” she asked, her voice gentle.

I furrowed my brows, pondering her question. “For what?” I replied, a tinge of confusion in my tone.

She sighed, her expression one of concern and understanding. “Well, the fact that you have a stalker behind you who knows your new address,” she explained.

The weight of Bella’s words settled heavily on my shoulders, reminding me of the daily fear that had become a constant presence in my life. “Well, at this point, it just feels like a routine, you know?” I confessed. “It happens so much that I think it’s normal.”

I took another sip of the orange juice, savoring its taste, even in the midst of my trepidation. Bella’s concern and support were reassuring, and I was grateful for her presence in my life.

Bella expressed a hope that Patrick would uncover the stalker’s identity soon, a sentiment I wholeheartedly shared. The prospect of finally bringing an end to the torment was a source of hope and comfort.

Before long, Bella called out from the living room, “Sebastian’s here.”

I gathered my bag and headed out.

Sebastian opened the door for me, his warm smile instantly putting me at ease as I stepped into his car. “You look gorgeous,” he said, his voice filled with admiration, before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. I blushed and replied, “Thank you.”

As we began our journey to Sophia’s house, Sebastian regaled me with tales of his week in Los Angeles. He spoke passionately about his work, the meetings, and the clients he had met. It was clear that he was dedicated to his career, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of him.

I had never been to Sophia’s house before since she married Patrick, and as we approached, I couldn’t help but gasp in awe. The mansion was a stunning sight, with a grand fountain gracing the front yard and an air of elegance that was hard to miss.

Sophia was waiting for us at the entrance, her radiant smile welcoming us. “Come in,” she greeted us warmly. “Your home is so beautiful,” I exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

Sophia chuckled. “I’ve got great taste,” she replied with a wink, leading us through the grand entrance into the heart of her home.

She guided us to the backyard, where a lively gathering was in full swing. Patrick was engaged in a conversation with Sebastian’s dad, and Sebastian’s mom was busy tending to the salad table. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and the aroma of delicious food, making it clear that this was going to be a fantastic evening.

As the social butterfly, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the conversations and festivities, but I realized that I needed to freshen up after the long car ride. “I’m going to the restroom for a bit,” I told Sebastian, trying not to disturb his conversation with his old man.

He nodded with a warm smile. “I’ll show you where it is,” he offered, leading the way. We headed upstairs to find the restroom.

The upstairs hallway was just as elegant as the rest of the house, adorned with tasteful artwork and antique furniture. I followed Sebastian as he navigated through the labyrinth of a home that was much larger than it had appeared from the outside. Finally, he stopped in front of a lavishly decorated door. “Here you go,” he said, opening it for me.

When I walked in, Sebastian suddenly pushed me onto the sink as he closed the door behind us.

He pinned my arms above my head and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth and tasting me. I moaned softly at the sensation of him against me. His hands roamed over my body, touching every inch of me.

I could feel myself getting wetter with each touch. He broke away from the kiss and looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust. “You are so beautiful.”I blushed at the compliment.

“I want to taste you,” he said huskily, and before I knew it he had lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the sink. He pressed himself between my legs and I felt his hot breath on my pussy.

He licked along my slit, making me squirm and gasp. He spread my lips open and flicked his tongue across my clit, making me cry out. My back arched off the sink as he continued to lick and suck on me.

I couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore and came hard, my juices flowing out onto his face. Sebastian smiled and wiped his face with a towel.

He then took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on him, but that didn’t bother me at all. “You are delicious,”he said against my lips. “And i’m glad you liked it.” Mmmm… me too.”

I pulled away from him slightly to look into his eyes, and he was smiling back at me. ” That was just the beginning, my love. You’ve got so much more to come.”

“I Hope so, Sebastian. I Hope so.” I kissed him again, this time longer, letting our tongues dance together. My hand went down between us to feel his erection, which was still hard. He spread my legs wider while I was still sitting on the sink.

He pushed one finger inside of me, and I moaned. He moved his finger around inside of me, and I moved my hips against his hand. “Ohh… Sebastian…”

He removed his fingers from me and replaced them with two. I gasped as he slid them into me. “Ohhhh… oh yes!” He pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly, then faster. I began to move my hips in rhythm with him.

I felt my orgasm building up inside of me. “Sebastian… please.. make me cum!” He kept pumping his fingers into me, making me crazy with lust. I came hard, my pussy clenching tightly around his fingers.

“Ohhhhh… Sebastian! Oh my God!” He pulled his fingers out of me and brought them up to my mouth. “Taste yourself on me, my love.” I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean. “Mmmm… yummy,’I purred.

He then bent me over the sink and thrust himself deep inside of me. He fucked me hard and fast, his hands holding me tight against him. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to be closer to him.

He reached around and played with my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. I cried out in pleasure, and he slowed down, moving his cock in and out of me. He leaned forward and licked my nipple. “Ahhhh…” I moaned.

He did it again, and I arched my back, pushing my breast into his mouth. He continued to suck and bite my nipple until I was writhing in pleasure.

I let go of the sink and put my hands on the wall behind me. Sebastian picked up the pace again, and I started to meet his thrusts with mine. He held me tighter, and I could hear his breathing getting heavier. I knew he was close, and I wanted to feel him explode inside of me. “Sebastian…. want you to fill me up with your hot cum. Please…”

He pulled out of me and told me to go on my knees. He stood before me, his cock hard and throbbing. I looked up at him and saw the passion in his eyes. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it. I sucked him like a whore, taking his entire length inside of my throat. I gagged a little, but I didn’t stop. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I sucked harder and harder, and I heard him groan.

I felt his cock swell even bigger, and he shot his cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop, and I loved the taste of him. When he finished, he pulled out of my mouth and we kissed again.