Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

I obeyed, glancing back at him as he positioned the head of his cock at my slick opening. I gasped, pushing back at him, wanting more. Needing more. My pussy ached for him.

“Please. Just fuck me, Bruin,” I begged him. He chuckled.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, almost cruelly.

“Yes. More than anything.”

“Tell me exactly what it is you want,” he said.

I blushed. “I-I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come. Please, Bruin. I need you,” I pleaded.

“You’re not going to come until I say so,” he ordered. In one swift, blindingly pleasurable movement, he shoved his shaft deep inside me. I cried out, flailing to brace myself against the wall of the shower as he grabbed my hips and rammed into me, hard.

“Fuck.” I gasped.

“You like that, Jillian?” he hissed.

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

“You want it hard and fast?”

“Please,” I moaned as he reared back and slammed into my pussy, striking my G-spot.

“I want you to touch yourself. Play with that sweet little clit while I fuck you from behind,” he demanded.

I began rubbing my clit with two fingers, rocking back and forth with every hard thrust of Bruin’s cock. I was shaking, my legs going weak. Every thrust was painful in the best possible way, aching and glorious. I was going to come, and soon.

“Oh my God. Bruin. I’m going to come,” I gasped.

“Not yet,” he warned. “Don’t come until I tell you, baby.”

“Please. Oh, please. It feels so fucking good,” I moaned, my whole sex clenching up.

“You want to come all over my cock, baby?” he teased.

I nodded. “Yes. I need to come, Bruin. Please.”

“Now. Come for me, Jillian,” he commanded.

I exploded, my body trembling as I screamed. I went limp, nearly collapsing before Bruin could grab me and hold me up. Never relenting for even a second, he continued ramming into my pussy even as I squirmed and whimpered. The pleasure was so overwhelming I thought I might cry. But he didn’t stop. Not until he was done with me. Bruin fucked me harder and harder until finally he tensed up and grabbed my hips roughly, holding me in place as he shot his sweet seed deep inside me. Panting, he leaned down and kissed along my spine.

“Oh yes. I think we’re going to enjoy the Berry Islands,” he said.

17

Bruin

Jillian was moaning exactly how much fun she was having as I bounced her on my thick, swollen cock on the edge of the bed as fresh beach air wafted in through the open door of the cozy little hut we had been fucking in for the past half-hour.

Sunlight was filtering in through open-air windows, leaving us in just enough shade to see each other and be out of the hot Caribbean sun. Her legs were behind me, heels digging into the sheets as she thrust herself forward each time I thrust up. The way her hair got in her eyes when she was flustered like this made her look even more beautiful in a messy comfortable way.

The feeling of her ass on my thighs as I helped her slide up and down my shaft made me forget all my worries. I hated that I’d gone all this time without recognizing Jillian for who she really was and what she was really capable of. And damn, she was capable of a lot.

I felt the tension in my body welling up as she squealed with another orgasm, and I felt my shaft get slicker again, her body pulsing around me. She had her arms around my neck, hands draped behind me, and as she came, I pulled her in to kiss me.

Her hand grabbed the back of my head, fingers playing with my hair as I bucked up harder and harder until I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, and my thrusts got less regular and more wild, more uncontrolled, and I reached behind her to grab her hair as I released myself.

She gasped as she arched her back and I pulled on her hair, keeping her back just tight enough to remind her how much control I had on her even as she rode on top of me. My seed filled her up and ran down my shaft to my balls, our natural wetness mixing together and spilling carelessly.