Page 122 of Playboy Billionaire's Fake Marriage

My mouth immediately returns to his pecs and I lick his nipples, loving the taste of his skin and the sexy groans rumbling in his chest. Still needing more, my tongue traces the grooves between his abs muscles, going lower and lower until I’m on my knees.

Looking up to meet his burning gaze, I whisper. “Take me out of my head, Ryan.” I undo his pants button and unzip his fly, all the while rubbing my face against his steel-hard erection.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice is soft, but there is the unmistakable authoritative bite.

“Make it hurt good.”

He puts a knuckle under my chin and tilts my face to meet his. His eyes are assessing, I know that he gets me. “You want me to be rough with you?”

I nod slowly.

“I see. And what do you say when you can’t take it anymore?”

Dear God. He’s not asking me why I want him that way because he already knows. He’s asking for my safe word. My heart lurches as if attempting to beat out of my chest. I know which word I want. I lick my dry lips and respond. “Magnificent.”

He grins. “Good choice.”

He takes his hard cock out and feeds it to me. A sigh leaves me as I taste him and my core clenches tight. I wrap my hand around the thick base and just lick the length of his big, beautiful cock. He lets me, silently watching me.

I love that he’s not rushing me, that he’s giving me time to get used to his size and feel. The more I taste him, the harder I shake with need. I trace the engorged veins and then tap the tip of my tongue against the sensitive underside of his glans.

“Fuck!” Ryan groans, leaking more precum. “You’re making that cock weep for you. Now suck hard,” he commands, and I obey, wrapping my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks and moaning at his taste.

Finally past the point of teasing, he withdraws from my mouth then fists the hair at my nape tight, making me shiver. My nipples bead in response to the burn in my scalp and I reach up and pinch one to relieve the ache. I’m so drenched right now that if I’m sure if squeezed my thighs together hard enough, I’d come.

Holding my head steady, he takes my hand away from around the base of his cock then as if he just read my mind, he gently kicks my knees apart so I can’t chase the throbbing pleasure between my legs.

“Hands at your back and look at me,” he commands. I meet his gaze, daring him with my eyes.

“Take it like the queen you are.” He surges forward, sliding his cock into my mouth and I immediately suck. His groan is long and broken as he rocks in and out, gently at first but he gradually picks up pace.

Before long he’s thrusting deep, and I’m gagging. He doesn’t let up, he also doesn’t take his scorching eyes off me. He starts to push against the resistance of my throat.

“Let me in, baby.” I open my jaw wider, relaxing my throat until his head slips in.

“Fuuuck! Stella.” He holds himself against me as I swallow convulsively around his cock, my eyes watering. “You take my cock so well.”

He withdraws and thrusts again and again, going deeper with each thrust. I could never take his whole length—he’s too big, but he finds my limit, then starts to fuck my throat hard and fast with loud animalistic groans.

I’m so drenched listening to his basal instincts take over, to his growling and cursing, to the obscene sounds I’m making from his savage fucking. My throat and jaws burn, and I can hardly breathe, but I’m loving every second.

And finally, he stills. His hand slaps against the wall behind me and he emits a groan so feral, my pussy clenches tight and another burst of wetness seeps through. I feel his cock jerk repeatedly as he starts to come. I don’t taste his cum, not until he withdraws his cock from my bruised throat and spills the rest on my tongue.

Tears are still steaming from my eyes, but they are of a different sort. Relieving, cleansing tears. I swallow his cum relishing the salty taste.

“Come here” Ryan pulls me from my knees and swings me up into his arms then walks us into the bedroom.

He lays me in the middle of the bed and follows me down. He buries his face in my neck, worrying the sensitive skin over my beating pulse and peppering my skin with tender kisses.

“You were amazing. Perfect. My gorgeous queen. My beautiful wife.”

His praises are like fingers strumming over my nerve endings making me squirm until I start to crave more. I know exactly what I want. And the same way I couldn’t explain needing his skin against mine, I can’t explain why want to feel him in that dark, forbidden place right now.

He continues trailing kisses up the column of my neck until he gets to my earlobe which sucks into his mouth.

“I want you inside me Ry. I want all of you.” I moan.

“You have all of me, Stella. I’m all yours.” He strokes his fingers down my torso, pausing briefly to tweak my hard nipple through my shirt and bra then continues downward. He rears up, grabs the elastic waistband of my pants, and drags it off me along with my panties.

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