Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

“Ohh, sounds scientific,” she teased lightheartedly as I carried her over to the table that stood at the back of the cabin and sat her down on top of it.

“More like the opinions of some moms on the internet,” I admitted with a wink, “but an excuse is an excuse.”

“You didn’t mention that part of the deal was you got to bend me over any surface you like whenever you want,” she challenged me, her eyes lidded. I loved the little ways she challenged me.

“No,” I admitted, and I grabbed h

er collar to pull her closer to me. “But you can consider that a bonus.”

Her smirk grew wider, and I leaned in to wipe it off her face with a kiss.

I groped her thigh with my left hand while my right slowly lowered her back down, eventually leaning her too far away to kiss. Once she was on her back, I reached up her skirt to find her underwear, but I felt nothing but bare skin. My hand froze, and a smile grew wide on my face as she looked up at me.

“Not part of the deal, right?” I asked.

“I don’t like getting caught unprepared,” she replied in a breathy whisper, face already blushing.

I pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled her forward to the edge of the table so that I could get my face between her thighs. As soon as I was close enough to her waiting pussy, I drew in a long breath. The scent of her electrified me. We smelled like each other by now, and knowing that I was leaving my mark on her like that wherever she went made my cock want to dive into her immediately.

Instead, I took my time letting my hot breath wash over her lower lips, and she gripped the end of the table with white knuckles. She tried to push her hips up into me, but I never let them touch my lips until I was ready.

My hands felt her hips and squeezed them, appreciating their shape, their give, their every curve. They were the hips that would bear my child, and everything about them was perfect for me. This woman was deadly poison to me that I wanted to drink every drop of.

When I could hold myself back no longer, I let my tongue out and ran it along the slit of her pussy, from bottom to top. Her taste was sweet and familiar. It made my mouth water and my heart pound faster.

My massive frame wanted nothing more than to ram into her and start fucking, but I held myself back. She was by no means a fragile woman, but she needed a delicate touch.

My wife deserved nothing less, even if she was temporary.

The second time my tongue ran up her and dove deeper, she moved her hands to my head, lacing her fingers through my hair and pressing me as much as she could to her pussy. She wanted so much, so fast, but I took my time.

My tongue explored every inch of her at a slow, meandering pace until she was squirming along with the rhythm, begging me with her hips to give her more.

I got her pussy soaking wet between my tongue and her honey that started wetting my face. Her heady scent grew stronger each time my tongue darted out, and I started to hear soft moaning coming from her.

She was good and ready, but I wanted to drive her all the way before I entered her. I brought my tongue to her clit and hit it with the tip of my tongue, then again, and again, until I had a steady pace going.

Her sighs grew longer as I felt her tensing up. Her breathing was hard, and when I glanced up at her, I saw her face cherry-red.

My cock was so hard I thought it was going to pop out of my pants, but I kept licking her pussy and driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, as my tongue lavished her clit with attention and lingered on it for nearly half a second with each stroke, I felt her seize up and clench my head with her thighs. She tightened her fingers and tossed her head back, and she brought one hand to her mouth to cover it and muffle the sharp cry as she came, hard.

I wasted no time.

While she was still coming, I stood up and let my cock spring free from my pants.

I pulled her forward and grabbed her hips, flipping her over and bending her over the table just like I promised her I would. Without hesitation, she braced her arms and arched her back to push her ass up at me. Her instincts made me want her all the more.

The next moment, I took hold of her and penetrated her.

The new feeling of this angle was incredible. I felt her tighter than ever on me, and it was even easier to pull her up just the way I wanted and start bucking into her. She was so slick that I would have thought we’d been doing foreplay all afternoon.

I rocked back and forth into her, my heavy, virile balls swinging under us with each thrust. My cock pulsed inside her, and after barely a minute, I felt her insides start to tense up again. She was panting in front of me, and as she started to come again, she desperately grabbed a cloth napkin from the other end of the table and stuffed it in her mouth to keep from screaming at the sensation.

I felt her shuddering on my cock, and it made my own body groan with pleasure. I reached down and took a fistfull of her hair and held her back as if she was on a leash. She drew in a sharp breath as my cock ground against her g-spot, and I didn’t hold back.

Back and forth, my bucking rhythm only got harder and faster. I was starting to sweat in my suit, and I didn’t care. She was my wife, and I was going to take her as long and as hard as I wanted, as long as she wanted more.