Full Shred: A Billionaire's Secret Baby Romance

  FULL SHRED

  A Bad Boy Billionaire's Secret Baby Romance

  Adair Rymer

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  Copyright © 2016 Adair Rymer

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  FULL SHRED is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. They are not to be construed in any way. Resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Also, Happy 60th Birthday Danette!

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  Authors Note:

  Full Shred is a full and extended novel that also contains the original novella. It continues right where the novella left off. If you liked Shred just wait until you find out what happens after Maynard and Claire's first night together.

  When the prince of NYC claims a woman nothing gets in his way.

  Chapter 1

  Maynard

  I loved fucking.

  Who doesn't, right?

  For me it was different. I loved women and their bodies like a painter loves his canvas, loves his art. And when it came to that fine art, well... I was a renaissance man.

  Claire fumbled with her apartment door keys. I had her bra unclasped before we'd even got off the elevator.

  I'd always liked power, maybe it was because of the obscenely wealthy family I was born into. Or maybe it was because of the extreme thrills I chased when I wasn't hunting for pussy. Whatever it was, I usually went after starlets, singers, and the occasional princess. And by princess I mean real fucking royalty, with crowns and titles and all that shit.

  Why shouldn't I?

  I was the unofficial prince of New York City.

  Claire opened the door and slipped inside. When she didn't hear me follow, she abruptly spun on her heels to face me. Her short blond hair whirled to one side. Her bangs barely covered her emerald green eyes. They shined in the dim apartment complex light. The beauty in those eyes made me pause for a moment.

  Claire had curves. She wasn't the zero-body-fat-model-type I usually fooled around with. Still, Claire had this early twenties, nerdy thing going on that I found absolutely intoxicating.

  And she was fiery.

  The hard to get ones, made you work the most for it, but it was a crap-shoot whether the payoff was ever any good. That princess I nailed last summer made me work for it and when I unleashed my cock she just laid there like a dead fish. Biggest let down of my entire life.

  No, Claire wasn't my type at all.

  She was perfect.

  “Aren't you going to invite me in?” I asked her.

  “C'mon in...” Claire looked at me curiously, not understanding why I asked. I made sure that it was something I always did, without fail. Claire, then changed her mind and stuck a palm into my chest. “How do I know that you're not a vampire.”

  “I guess you don't.”

  Claire blinked and shook her head. “That's exactly what a vampire would say, you know.”

  “You think I'm a vampire?” The smirk I'd been repressing slowly consumed half my face. Cute, hard-to-get and with a sense of humor? This girl was a rare find.

  “Maybe...” Claire's soft, pink lips were incredibly inviting as they wrinkled at one side.

  She pulled her purse higher up on her shoulder and adjusted the thick belt that she wore over her long shirt. She wasn't lying at the bar earlier when she said she wasn't there to meet guys. Her business casual clothes and slightly faded mascara were a testament to that. Claire was probably at that university bar just to forget about a crappy day at work.

  Sex was like dinner to me. Sometimes I went to bed a little hungry, but I never starved. Most of the models in my wheelhouse were beginning to feel like fast food. When I first saw Claire today working in the school's financial office, I knew that she was a meal I’d have to make from scratch.

  That was fine with me. They always tasted better that way.

  “Well, you're not wrong.” I put both hands on either side of the door frame and lowered my face toward her. “If you let me in, I might eat you.” My half smile dwindled and I let my gaze reach out to her. My cock was so damn hard that it snaked down to my knee. “So what's it going to be? Are you going to let me in?”

  Claire lightly bit at her upper lip and thought on it. She didn't pull away as my face got dangerously close to her's. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe is just 'yes' with extra letters.” I was close enough to feel the heat of her breath. Her perfume melded with the sweetness from the mixed drinks I’d bought her at the bar. Neither of us were drunk, but the edge was definitely off.

  “And if I say no?” Claire's eyelids grew heavier the closer I came.

  “You honestly think you can keep me out?” I whispered, our lips all but already touching. My voice was low and thick and full of promises.

  Her body tensed for a moment, her eyes flashed with a hint of worry. How well did she know me? She was so overworked that she hadn't even seen me when I walked through her office. She'd basically met me at the bar a few hours ago.

  She snorted out air and cracked a slight grin when she decided I was kidding. Of course I’d never force myself on her her. However, if she let me in I wasn't going to go easy on her. If she wanted to ride my cock, she'd have to hold on for dear life.

  I was slumming it, when I hit that bar. Claire was nothing, but a lay for me. And hopefully a good one. That was all I cared about. If she hadn't shown up I’d be at a different girl's place, it was all the same to me. I was rich enough that I could let my cock make all my decisions. Hell, I'd probably forget her name before I even left the apartment.

  But I had to wonder, what was I to her? Earlier she guessed correctly that I was in my mid twenties. I was a wall of carved muscle in an obviously expensive full suit. I looked about as out of place in a grungy college bar as you could get.

  Claire grabbed my tie, and pulled me inside. It was a quaint, little studio apartment, perfect for a full time student. I pushed her up against the nearest wall and licked the lips I'd been staring at all night. They were as soft as I hoped and tasted like cheap bourbon and sour apple.

  I slid my hand behind her, over the slick leather of her belt and took another look at her up close. Claire wasn't gorgeous, she wasn't high fashion. She'd probably never walk a runway. What she did have was this button nose and soft, rosy checks. S
he was fucking adorable. And here I was, all hard edges.

  She'd invited the bull into her china shop. I was going tear her up and—

  She jerked forward and pressed her soft cotton lips into mine. She kissed me? I was hesitant at first because of my rules, they were the core beliefs that ran my life. And one of them had just been shattered. I was always quick enough to stop and redirect kisses in the past. Why did I allow this one?

  “Fuck me,” Claire cooed between the mashing of our tongues and lips. I couldn't get enough of the sweet, hot way that she tasted.

  “What?” I'd heard her fine, I was just caught off guard. I was too lost in her for anything other than a delaying word. I figured that despite her wit and sharpness, a girl like this was really just a timid thing. I was very wrong, apparently.

  “You heard me,” Claire said, kicking her shoes off. This time she reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, squeezing it.

  “Say that again. Louder,” I demanded. Primal urges switched on in my mind. I kissed her this time, while simultaneously shrugging off my gray Armani jacket and tossing it onto the back of a nearby chair.

  If one of my rules was going to break, I would do it on purpose.

  “It's good practice,” I said evilly. I thumbed open the buttons of my vest and tossed it as well. “Soon, I'll have you begging me for it.”

  She sucked on my tongue until there was a popping sound when she parted. She breathed in my exhale and repeated her announcement. “Fuck. Me.”

  Who was I to argue? That's the whole reason I was there.

  I unclasped and unzipped her dress pants. Claire's lower stomach tightened when I laid my hand on it and slid down over her panties to palm her pussy. I wasn't the sweet type, that wasn't ever going to happen, but I'd planned on exercising a little restraint. Fuck that.

  I dragged my other hand through her silky, blond hair. Taking a handful I pulled her head back. I studied her expression as I worked my fingers over the wet folds of her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and sighed at the pressure of each digit. Seeing the pleasure on her face made my cock impossibly hard.

  Who are you, Claire? I caught myself using her name in my head.

  Then it dawned on me. She never asked for my name. Did she already know who I was? That didn't feel right either. She knew by the way I was dressed, that I had at least a little money. But that never really came up either. This college girl certainly held my interest. At least for the rest of the evening.

  “Ugh, I hate pants.” Claire declared, as if needing an excuse to drag them down. She began to bend so that she could reach them with her hand, but I clamped her pussy tighter and lifted her onto her toes. Claire's eyes shot open and she squeaked at the pressure.

  “I like that noise.” My smirk deepened as I watched her cheeks get a little rosier. “Let's see how many of those you have in you.”

  I brushed aside the nylon panties and slid two fingers inside her. Claire squeaked again, then swallowed her air and let out a long moan.

  “That's so good.” She tensed, her shoulders sliding up and to the right. Claire was almost ready to start begging. She might've been hesitant at first but she really wanted it now. This girl was eager. “More. Just like that.”

  “Like this?” I curled my finger deep inside of her, causing spasms to shoot up her thighs. I savored the way her tight pussy tried to crush me. It made my cock ache and flex with envy.

  “Jesus.” Claire moaned, her nails digging into my shirt.

  When was the last time this girl was fucked?

  At least a little while. My thumb brushed through the prickles above her pussy. Shaved or not, I didn't have a preference. I'll paint on any clean canvas.

  “Take off the shirt next.” I slid my fingers out of her pussy, watching heat rush over her face. She seemed to deflate just a little. She wanted more, and she would get it, when I decided to give it. “But leave the silly belt, it'll make a nice handle.”

  “Are you making fun of my clothes?” She raised her eyebrows at me, the disbelief in her face was matched by the creeping aroused smile. Despite her protest she quickly did what I demanded. She liked when I talked to her like that, huh? Every girl was different sexually, and I loved figuring them out.

  Claire kicked her legs free of her pants, then pushed the front door closed. Funny, I'd been so wrapped up and surprised with this girl that I didn't even realize it was still open. Shit, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been that focused on a girl before.

  “I just think they look better in a pile on the floor.” I unclasped her bra and tossed it with the rest of her clothes. Her tits were speckled in gooseflesh when I dragged my thumb down and around her perky nipple. Then I grabbed her by her belt and jerked her up against me, so I could whisper hungrily into her ear. “Now get this fucking shirt off of me.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her smile betrayed her excitement. Even with the fiery ones, I was always in control. Domination was the only thing that made life worth living. I raised my arms and Claire worked both hands up my torso, stripping off my shirt. I could feel her fingers finding and sliding along each hard line of my stomach and chest. They felt like fire crawling across my skin.

  “Your tattoos... So many.” Claire flushed at how bad it sounded out loud. “I mean. You just don't look like the kind of guy that—”

  “There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Claire.” I looked hard into her eyes, then bent down to slide my boxers off. I loved the way her eyes lit up when she saw my how big my cock was.

  We hadn't turned on any of the apartments lights, hell we barely even made it out of the doorway. But there was enough light streaming in through her windows to see each other alright.

  “Now show me something I don't know about you.” I said. Crouched down before her, I kissed and bit my way up from her knee to her inner thigh. I could smell the salt on her skin and could almost taste her pussy. It was driving me crazy. She was so wet, so ready for everything I had to give her. Her pussy was on display in front of me, every fiber of my being wanted to dive in to that beautiful bouquet.

  “I used to be a gymnast.” Claire rested one of her legs on my shoulder, lifting my chin and motioning for me to stand back up. My meal would have to wait. If what she said was true, there was no way I could pass this up. Intrigued, I let her guide me up and as I rose, her leg rose with me. “I'm very flexible.”

  “I can see that.” Her knee very near touched her chest. I was insanely turned on and needed a condom immediately. “Can you hold that?”

  “I think so. Be quick.” Claire grabbed the back of her raised foot and leaned back against the wall.

  I ripped the condom out of my pants, tore it open with my teeth and slid it on faster than I ever had in my life. The pink folds of her eager pussy quivered when I rubbed the tip of my massive cock against them. I always got the best condoms, but my cock was so hard I didn't know if they could fully hold me. Toying and rubbing against her clit, I expected the latex condom to explode any second

  “Fuck me.” She whined, “Please.”

  I slowly pushed in, feeling her tight walls squeeze against my every inch. I didn't know if it was the angle or if her pussy was made of magic, but it felt great. Her moan matched my speed, slow and from the back of her soul. I whispered into her ear so low and heavy that it might as well have just been vibrations. “I told you I'd make you beg.”

  A combination of my words and my cock made her legs give out, but I pinned her to the wall before she slipped too far. With my hand on her ass and her leg bent over my shoulder, I fucked her. And it was incredible. She wrapped her arms around me and sunk her teeth into my opposite shoulder muscles to muffle her screaming.

  For a while the loudest sound was only the wet claps of our bodies rapidly coming together, over and over and over. I threw my hips into her hard enough to rattle cupboards. It was amazing that she could be so spread open and still crush my cock inside.

  “So close,” She sobbed. So was
I. But her leg was quivering too much from the exertion to continue. Her cunt felt so damn good that it felt like I was suffering heroin withdrawals by pulling out. I didn't mind a little bit of pain, but I didn't want her to be in discomfort. The truth was that I didn't know if I could get her off before I came. And I’d be damned if I ever let that happen.

  Claire wrapped her legs around my waist, then grabbed my cock and greedily slid it back in her slick opening. I leaned her upper back against the wall, but couldn't get the traction I wanted for my thrusts.

  “Where the fuck is your bed?” I was panting and my heart was pounding so fast that I nearly yelled the words at her. Beads of sweat ran down my face and between my shoulder blades.

  Claire pointed. She didn't even try to utter anything else, but moans. I carried her over to the disheveled mess of a bed. A smile creased my face at what felt like another small victory. She really wasn't expecting company. Whenever I came back to a girl's immaculate apartment, I knew that if it wasn't me, it would've been some other guy.

  We crashed on the bed like a rock slide, pillows, books and clothing went flying. From the sting of her nails on my back I knew she'd drawn my blood, but all I cared about was that my cock was still inside of her.

  She laid on her back and I hovered with locked out arms, above her. Her chest heaved and fell in time with her hips, her whole body screamed for me. I sped up and delivered. My vision started to blur and I knew I was close. Every impact was a lightning storm, we were both so fucking soaked in sweat and juices. Neither of us could stop.

  I pushed my hand into her chest, squeezing he breast and pinching her nipple. She squealed into a pillow, her whole body writhing in orgasm. The tensing and fluttering of her stomach, thighs and pussy ruined me, but I didn't stop.

  “More.” I demanded. “That was too good for just one.” I licked my thumb and strummed her clit, as I punished her pussy. “I want you to come for me again, Claire. Harder.”