Page 100 of Playboy Billionaire's Fake Marriage

“Ryan don’t be annoying–”

He fists my shirt and rips the buttons apart. He frees a breast from its lacy cup, and his mouth surrounds a hard nipple.

“Oh God! Please fuck me Ry” I cry out.

His mouth is pure sin, tongue lashing repeatedly against the tight achy peak. He applies strong suction and finishes with a gentle bite that I feel right on my clit. My core clenches hungrily against nothing.

“Jesus Ryan no more. Fine! It’s yours. My pussy is yours alone, okay?”

“Good girl” he breathes.

I grumble under my breath, but he only smiles and then slides me down until his cock nestles against my folds then he pushes in slightly. I’m so swollen that he feels unbelievably huge against me and the way he’s stretching my entrance is already driving me insane. I shudder, dropping my head to his shoulder.

He chuckles wryly. “This will not take long at all. I won’t last. You feel too good.”

“Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing.”

He puts a hand on the wall behind my head, then surges into me while his arm around my waist pushes me onto his stiff cock.

One moment, I’m empty, desperate to climax, the next he is sliding home. My whimper is broken as I writhe and clench around his invading girth. Still, he continues to fill me.

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re tight.” He groans. I meet his wild, unfocused gaze, watching his face go taut with lust. “Why are you so fucking tight?” he asks no one in particular.

I can’t speak, too far gone, frozen in pleasure and hanging on the precipice, my nerve endings vibrating.

“Let it go. That’s your cock, baby; it’s all yours.” His palm covers my breast and pinches my nipple, and that’s all the trigger I need. I explode on a soundless scream, my back thrown in ecstasy. His hand protects my head from the wall while his other hand steadies my shuddering hips as he pulls out and plunges back inside me.

This time I find my voice, crying out my pleasure as he repeatedly slams against the spot that makes me lose my mind. It might have been one long orgasm. Or, many small ones. But, my full-body climax seems to go on and on until he finally covers my mouth with his. Then, he roots himself deeply inside me. I feel his powerful shudders and his cock jerks repeatedly as he spills inside me.

We’re both still panting, our hips rocking as we wantonly chase our ebbing orgasm when he drops his face into my neck and whispers. “I’m fucking wrecked. You’ve wrecked me. Stella Fairchild. Hell, if I’m not taking you in exchange.”

My heart knocks against my rib cage as I draw in a sharp breath. That sounded a lot like some sort of declaration. Too bad all the parts of me that should have come up with a snarky comeback have melted into a gooey mess.

He takes a few steps back into the still hot water, and tilts his head back into the spray. I watch the strong column of his tanned neck, the corded veins and muscles, the pulse that beats to time with his wildly thumping chest.

He’s beyond gorgeous. I run my fingers over his temples, sliding them into his silky hair then rub again in firm circles, but honestly, I just want an excuse to touch him. “Headache?”

“Gone.” He stops the shower and then walks us out of the stall, still inside me, still hard as stone.

“Ryan?” I move against him “You’re still hard.”

“Because I’m not finished yet. Are you tired?” He grabs a couple of towels from the heated rack and gives me one. “Your hair,” he says, and he uses his to dry his hair.

“Ry, you’ve not slept in a whole day!” Talk about stamina.

“Yes, which is why we’re going straight to bed. I just want to kiss you for a bit, that’s all.”

His words make me shiver in anticipation. I thought I was the only one addicted to his kisses, it seems he can’t get enough of mine either.

He drops me onto my back in the middle of the bed, then he covers my body with his, bracing himself on his forearms, links our fingers together, then takes my lips.

He kisses me as though learning every curve and groove of my lips, my tongue, and my teeth. It’s raw and intimate because he doesn’t let go of my hands or touch me anywhere else.

I strain and writhe, suddenly too hot, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slides his muscled thigh between my legs. Without thinking, I ride his thick thigh, grinding my swollen clit against him repeatedly. Within seconds, I’m tipping over the edge.

I flush in embarrassment when I start to shudder in orgasm, but he groans loudly into my mouth and goes rigid on top of me. When his grip tightens almost painfully against my fingers and feel his cock start to spurt hotly against my thigh, I realize he’s coming too.

I’m speechless. I’m not even sure I could speak if I had words, to describe what we just did. It almost felt like a religious experience. Also like the dirtiest kind of sex.

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