Married to the Secret Billionaire

I part my lips, let his tongue slip between them, let him claim every inch of me, my hands still pinned above my head. It feels delicious to surrender like this, to let him take charge. When our mouths part, he grins down at me, gaze full of heat.

“You feel that?” he asks, as he slowly arches his hips to draw his cock back out of me.

I gasp a little, my hips rising up to collide with his, at the sensation of him leaving me. But before I can miss him too much, he thrusts back in, and the pleasantly stuffed sensation returns.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, voice nearly a growl, as he thrusts back into me again. He reaches down with his free hand to cup my leg and draw it up around his waist. I wrap both of my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles behind him.

“I’m yours,” I breathe faintly, agreeing, eyes fixed on his face as he draws out, thrusts in again. Each time it feels like he’s spearing me a little more deeply, hitting me in just the right spot. I moan as he starts to move faster, his cock setting off every nerve ending in my body.

I expected this to hurt more. There’s a little pain, especially when he starts to drive into me harder, faster. But if anything, I welcome it. It makes the whole experience feel real, immediate. And the pleasure far outweighs it anyway.

“Say it again,” he growls against my mouth, kissing me harder, thrusting into me. I tighten my legs around him and arch my back, my hips, letting him have complete control, letting him take whatever he wants from me.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, louder this time.

“That tight, sexy pussy is mine,” he says, voice hot with want.

“My pussy is yours. My body is yours.” A faint cry escapes my lips as he arches his hips, angling himself inside me, his cock stretching my walls around him.

“I want you to come for me.” He moves hard, fast against me, reaching down to grab my ass, angling me so he can pound into me. “Come for me, Sinclair.”

My breath hitches as I feel the pressure building behind my navel again. It’s familiar, after the last time. “I’m going to,” I pant. “I’m going to come for you.”

“Do it,” he growls. “Now.”

There’s no disobeying the command in his tone. And between that and the pounding pace he’s setting, I can hardly disobey. I arch my back, panting, nearly there, feeling my whole body tremble as I poise on the edge of a climax…

He slides up and away from me a little, positioning himself at a new angle, so the head of his cock grazes that sensitive spot I felt earlier within me. Now I really can’t help it. “Come,” he says, and I do, screaming so loudly I’m sure half the resort will hear us. I don’t care.

My voice echoes through the room as the orgasm sweeps through me, even stronger than the first time. My whole body shakes from the force of it.

But it doesn’t even slow Ankor down. He just keeps thrusting into me, fucking me so hard my ass bounces against the bench underneath us. I tighten my legs around him, sensing he’s near the edge himself. He releases my wrists, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his body down against mine. He fucks me without control now, with complete abandon, and I drive my hips up into his, giving as good as I get.

His gaze locks onto mine. “I’m going to come in you, Sinclair.”

“Do it,” I breathe. “Come inside me. I want to feel you.”

He doesn’t take any more encouraging. He reaches up to grab the back of my head, his fingers wrapped tight in my hair, so tight it makes my eyes water, but I don’t care. We’re both lost in the moment, in the feeling of his cock buried deep inside my pussy.

He finishes with a loud, guttural growl, and we fall back against the bench, breathless, my head racing. For a long moment, all he does is lie across me, his head cradled against my chest, where he no doubt can hear just how hard my heart is pounding.

When he finally pulls out of me, I let out a little mewl of protest. It felt so right to have his cock inside me, filling me up. Now I feel empty. A trickle of my own juices inch down my thigh as he draws back and away. I sit upright with a gasp, but he just smiles, like he’s anticipating my thoughts, and leans down to kiss me again, more softly this time.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “This is just the first time, not the first and last.”

His eyes are fixed on mine, still hot with desire. If I thought he’d stop wanting me after fucking me, I was wrong. But somehow, this is worse.