Page 18 of The Billionaire's Gamble

We arrive at the cabin, which is prepped and ready for us. The familiar scent of pine and earth greets us as we step inside, and a wave of nostalgia washes over me. I watch as Hannah takes it all in, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“This place hasn’t changed a bit,” she murmurs, running her fingers over the wooden beams.

“It’s still our little slice of paradise,” I say, wrapping my arms around her from behind. “Come on, let’s unpack and get comfortable.”

We spend the next hour settling in, placing our bags in the bedroom, and stocking the kitchen with the groceries I picked up on the way. As I finish putting away our supplies, I catch Hannah standing by the window, looking wistfully out into the woods.

“What’s on your mind, love?” I ask, coming up behind her and resting my chin on her shoulder.

She sighs, a nostalgic smile curving her lips. “I was just thinking about the first time we were here. How you sprinted us through the woods so you could fuck me properly.”

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I remember.”

Suddenly, she bolts towards the door, a laugh escaping her lips as she sprints outside and into the trees. It takes me a moment to process what’s happening before I’m off after her, the thrill of the chase sparking memories of our first time here.

The woods blur around me as I pursue her, and just when I think she might actually outrun me, I catch her around the waist, pinning her against a tree. Her laughter mingles with the rustling leaves as I press her back against the rough bark, my lips crashing onto hers. The kiss is wild, filled with the same raw passion we felt all those years ago. My hands roam her body, pulling her closer, as she clings to me, her fingers tangling in my hair. The world around us seems to fade away while we burn in the consuming flames of our passion.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Hannah’s eyes are dark with desire as she looks up at me. “Dean,” she whispers, “I had my IUD taken out last week,” she says slowly, searching my face. “I’m ready for another baby.”

Her words send a surge of excitement through me, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “Are you serious?”

She nods, biting her lip. “Very serious. I want another baby with you.”

“Well then,” I murmur, my voice low and full of promise, “I’ll definitely get you pregnant before the end of the week.”

Her laughter rings out, pure and joyful, and I capture the sound with another kiss. I press her harder against the tree, grinding my erection into her as I deepen the kiss. I grab her full gorgeous tits, squeezing roughly like I know she likes it, and as expected, she moans lustfully into my mouth. I tease her breast, kneadingand caressing. Her nipples grow hard and taunt, begging to be set free. And so I oblige, tearing her thin shirt off her shoulder.

She lets out a loud gasp. "Dean!" But her protest turns into a needy moan when I take one hard nipple in my mouth. I continue to tease her breasts until her breath starts to come out in short, breathless pants.

It's a good thing there's no other property within the ten-mile radius of this place. We are the only ones here, surrounded by an eerie silence in the middle of the woods. An echo effect occurs from the elevated land surrounding our location. We can see the lake below us and the peninsula across the way forming a bay opposite our shoreline.

Next, off come the hot shorts and lacy panties from her gorgeous ass. She steps out of them, leaving her sandals on to protect her feet from the clusters of pine needles and leaves beneath them.

She is a sight to behold, leaning up against the tree stark naked. Her lean body is perfectly proportioned, toned from all those years of dancing. Her breasts, still my favorite parts of her body, are full and firm, nipples standing proud and erect. Her vagina is cleanly shaved, save for a slim landing strip, just like I love it.

Hannah watches me, her eyes clouded with curiosity and excitement as I take off the thin scarf with which she tied her hair while we were unpacking earlier, a soft sigh of exhilaration escaping her lips as I tie her hands to the tree.

So there stands my fucking hot wife, naked and tied to a tree in broad daylight.

My cock rages at the sight. This, like having sex in the car or some mildly risky spots, is one of the spontaneous kinky things we have done together.

Splaying my palms on either side of her thighs, I spread her legs and proceeded to go down on her. She lets out a long moan, arching against my mouth.

She buries her fingers in my hair and starts to grind her pussy against my thirsty tongue. “Oh, fuck, Dean…” she moans breathlessly. “Yes, right there… yes!” She screams as her body starts to tremble. She tries to get away from my mouth but my hands in her waist hold her still and I lap up every bit of her sweet juice.

“Fuck me now, Dean,” she says, her voice echoing the urgency running through my veins.

I don't need further urging. I rise to my feet, hurriedly undoing the scarf on her hands with one hand, pulling my zipper with the other. I take out my throbbing cock just as Hannah turns around and juts out her perfectly round ass towards me, hands braced on the tree in front of her.

I plunge into her with a feral growl, feeling the incredible tightness of her wet heat enveloping me. She cries out in pleasure, her body arching back to meet my thrusts. Each stroke is intense, driven by the wild desire that always ignites between us. Her moans become louder, matching the rhythm of our movements, and I lose myself completely in her.

A familiar pressure builds in my lower stomach, and I can feel myself getting close, but I want her to come with me, so I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it in circles. Hannah's breath hitches, and her moans turn into desperate cries.

"Yes, Dean! Oh, God, yes!" she screams, her body tightening around me. Her orgasm hits her hard, and I feel her walls clenching and pulsing around my cock. The sensation sends meover the edge, and with a few more deep, powerful thrusts, I come with a guttural moan, filling her.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath of our intense release. I slowly pull out of her, and she turns to face me, her eyes still glazed with pleasure. I untie her hands completely, and she collapses against me, her head resting on my chest.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice soft and content.

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