Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

She was breathing quickly, but she drew one long breath and nodded, eyes quivering up at me.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth and drew them out wet, then hiked her dress up past her waist and slid them under her panties.

I watched her eyes roll up as I started rubbing her with my fingers. At first, it was just to get her wet, but when I realized just how much tension I was helping relieve, I started rubbing more and more, massaging her clit until I started to feel her pussy get wet on its own.

“Oh…” she started to moan, over and over, and it was almost hypnotic to me. “Oh, don’t stop, please…”

I listened to her, groping her breast with one hand and fingering her with the other. Eventually, I slid my fingers deep into her pussy and started stroking harder. Her hips bucked, and I knew she was ready for me when her mouth fell open.

I let my cock out of my pants and picked her up before spearing her with my cock in one fluid motion.

She started to scream, but I pressed my lips to her and swallowed the yelp of delight.

I wasn’t taking my time. I wanted hot, fierce, and passionate sex, and we were going to have it. I started bucking into her immediately, her helpless body pinned against the wall, panties halfway to her knees, thighs tight around my cock as I held her up.

Our tongues danced with each other as my cock throbbed, bulging crown penetrating deep into her and getting her wetter by the second.

“All I’ve been able to think about tonight is you,” I groaned into her ear, letting out a hot breath into it with each and every thrust. “I don’t care about any of these people. All I want is to get some private time with you so I can pump more of my come deep inside you. I want you to have my baby inside you.”

She gave a helpless, desperate whimper in reply, and she clenched her pussy tight around my cock, making a shudder of pleasure run up my body.

“I want to relieve some of that tension, baby,” I promised her. “And I want everyone down there to know that you’re my girl, and I just fucked my wife senseless.”

Those words seemed to touch on something sensitive, because I felt her whole body start to tense up in anticipation. I grabbed her by the hips and pounded into her wildly, hard and strong with each thrust, going deeper and getting closer and closer to the edge each time.

She grabbed my head and pressed a kiss to my lips as she spilled over the edge, and when she came, she bit my lip so hard I thought it would bleed. She was still sighing in delight when I felt my own release surge through me, and my bucking lost its precision. I thrust wantonly, throwing all caution to the wind, not caring how much noise I made, and soon, I exploded into her.

All the pent-up energy inside me spilled into her pussy, and she moved her hips to milk every drop of it from me. Our eyes were open, and we were staring into each other’s gaze as our fluids mingled.

When it was over, we grinned at each other stupidly.

“You’re cute when you blush,” I pointed out. “And you do it a lot.”

“Shut up,” she giggled, turning her head and blushing more fiercely.

“Everyone’s going to know when we go back downstairs,” I added, peppering her neck with kisses. “Is it weird that I like that?”

“Only if it’s weird that I do too,” she breathed back, shuddering as a final burst of my seed shot into her.

I pulled out and got us cleaned up a little before we made ourselves decent. Even so, Haley was glowing. I watched her smooth her dress out, cheeks still pink, and I felt myself smiling.

All the little things about her, from her habits to the way we could joke with each other to just the sound of her voice. It was all starting to seem so sweetly familiar. Something about the sight of her in that dress right after I’d fucked her to show all the guests whose wife she was lit something dangerous in me.

They were feelings. Real feelings.

I realized that in an instant, and it hit me like a white-hot cannonball.

“What?” Haley asked when she noticed me staring.

“Nothing,” I lied, lacing her arm through mine and nodding to the door. “I was just thinking in case it wasn’t already clear, I’m not going to be with anyone else while our contract lasts.”

That seemed to take her by surprise, and her eyelashes fluttered. “Oh, you don’t have to do that just because of your ex, I mean—”

“No, this isn’t about her,” I promised, touching her chin and stroking it. “I don’t want the mother of my child to be distracted with all that kind of nonsense. No complications. Just you.”

She paused, but after a few moments, she bit her lip and smiled. “Deal,” she agreed.

I wonder