All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Son: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“You want harder?” He pulled out of her and slammed back into her with force and continued fucking her harder with fast, deep strokes. “This is harder.” “Oh, God…yes!” She yelped. “That is it. Give it to me.” Blake braced himself with his hands firmly set on the bed and started pounding her cunt with all his strength. “Yes, yes,” she squealed. “I like it like that, don't. Blake, please don't stop.”She was showing another version of herself that evening. Cassie was moaning so loudly; she kept pushing her hips towards his cock to receive him deeper into herself. Her body shuddered, her breasts kept jiggling. Looking at her was so hot and beautiful. They fucked like rabbits, grunting and panting and moaning until his orgasm began building up. His breathing became more shallow as he tried to delay his climax. “Oh fuck, Cassie!" he cried. "I'm going to come, come with me, come with me!” He panted. “I'm coming, yes,” she started rubbing her clit, wanting to match up with his c

Tasha yawned and stretched her body. It was Saturday, on checking the time she saw that it was seventeen minutes after two in the afternoon. She had to meet with a group of grad students physically in the morning and she just decided to stay back in the office and grade some papers. Since Tyson was with his best friend in school and his family for the weekend. Tasha looked around her cozy office. She felt good and sad at the same time. Good about her career, which was soaring and at its best. A smile locked at the corners of her mouth as she relished the fact that she was going to become a full professor before the end of the academic session. Her name and two other names of her colleagues in the department had been forwarded, along with the other names of staff to be considered for professorship this session.She knew without any iota of doubt that she would make it. She had put in so much effort and she knew she deserved it. She remembered she needed to call her father, who had b

Blake studied the shrilling phone for a while and then picked up the receiver. “Hello, Blake Carter on the line,” he said into the mouthpiece and leaned back in his seat. His fingers tapping a soundless rhythm against his polished mahogany desk. "Blake, it's Derek. Check your email. We won!" His voice crackled with excitement, his joy palpable even through the phone. The hotel deal had finally come through.“We are the highest bidder! The hotel is going to be ours, Blake! We actually did it!"“Yes, we did it.” A wave of excitement surged throughout his body. “I told you we would. So what's next now?”“You just check our email box. Everything is there.”“Okay, listen,” he sat upright in his seat. “I will do just that, and call you later at night so we can talk better.”“Great!” Derek replied, his voice brimming with satisfaction. That's fine. I will expect your call.”Blake returned the receiver and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. The y

Tasha finished up with her students one hour later and hurried back to her office. She needed to call her parents before she went for her next lecture. Tasha reached for her phone, her heart still pounding with joy. She dialed her mother's phone number and paced the floor of her office as the phone rang. Finally, her mother's cheery voice answered. "Hello, dear! Your father and I were just talking about your visit tomorrow." Her mother was happy to hear her voice and happier that she would see her the next day. She sat on the sofa in the corner of her office. “Mom, I have some amazing news! Tasha's eyes welled up with tears again. “Put the phone on speaker because of Dad.” “Really?” her mother asked. “Yes, the phone is on speaker. Now tell us.”"Mom, Dad, I got promoted to the rank of professorship!" She shouted on top of her voice into her phone.“Oh, my God!” her mother exclaimed, followed by a moment of silence. “Congratulations, honey.”Tasha could hear her father in the backgr

“It's okay,” Mrs. Carter pushed forward on her seat. “I think both of you should talk about this another time.”“No, mom,” Blake insisted, veins throbbing in his neck. “We are going to talk now.”“I think it's too early for him to remarry Dad,” Jolie tried to wade in. “I mean, he just lost his wife.”“Come off it!” Gerald snarled. “He didn't lose his wife. The stupid girl divorced him and left before she died.”“Anyway Dad,” Blake spoke again. “I am not ready to remarry. I will only get married when I find a woman I love. This time around it's going to be on my terms.”“That can't work,” Gerald glared at his son. “I want to retire. You have to take over from me. The board will not approve you as the chairman if you refuse to get married.”“Yeah.” Blake stood up, throwing his hands in the air. “Why do I have to live by the books, by the rules? Why can't I be allowed to do what I want for once?”“That's because you are not ordinary,” came his father's jabbing reply. “You are an heir, an