Page 65 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

He slid his hand up my thigh, causing ripples of fiery pleasure to pulse through my body. I cried out as he stroked my soaking wet panties, finding the grove of my pussy.

I pulled out of the straps of my dress and then shimmied out while trying not to interfere with the amazing things he was doing down below. He knew how to stroke and tease my clit in just the right way. Not too much at first, just some light caresses in the vicinity, building up to more direct stimulation.

By the time he pulled my panties down around my ankles, I was so ready to go. I laid back on the rug, the soft fur feeling good on my naked skin. My blood thundered through my veins, fiery as the crackling hearth nearby. Evan looked down at me with a look of perfect, pure desire.

“There’s no other woman in the world for me,” he growled low in his throat. “There never could be, now. You are the love of my life.”

“You’re so sweet,” I said, feeling a glow in my chest unlike no other. “Most guys don’t say things like thatafterthey get a blow job.”

His response was to push my thighs apart and kneel between them. I cried out as he slid the head of his cock through the groove of my pussy, getting it wet with my ample juices.

“I’m going to stuff my hot new wife full of hard cock,” he growled.

I wasn’t about to complain. He slid himself inside of me. I moaned as he slowly stretched me, filling me with his throbbing member. I loved the way he felt inside of me. Our eyes met as he slid in all the way. I gasped, my hands going to his chest and kneading his powerful muscles.

Speaking of muscles, he pistoned his hips like a champion. My mouth flew open as I sucked in a ragged gasp of air. I let it out as a long, undulating moan. Evan leaned in closer, clasping me in his embrace. He pumped his hips in short but sensual and strong thrusts while he kissed my neck and shoulder.

I convulsed hard, my pussy caressing his cock as if it wanted to keep it as a pet. He felt so good inside of me. My scream of climax split the air. I closed my eyes against the fireworks exploding behind them as a ribbon of pure pleasure unwound itself through my whole being.

He continued to thrust away, rearing up onto his knees. He pulled me into him tighter and put my legs up on his shoulders. Then he leaned forward, his body weight adding impetus to every thrust.

I opened my mouth to let out a deep, guttural groan. I’d already cum so many times already, my body was finely tuned to find the utmost pleasure. Everything felt amazing, his hands on my hips, his body heat, the feel of the soft rug beneath me, and the warmth coming from the fire in the hearth.

“I love you so fucking much,” he growled in a guttural tone. His body was taut as a bowstring against me, straining as he gave himself fully over to his desires.

There’s a look a man gets when he surrenders to his desire, when he stops pretending that he’s not trying to get off just as much as you are. Evan’s face took on that aspect, a primal grimace of ecstasy and being fully in the moment with me that was impossible to fake. It was the realest thing I’d ever seen, felt, and experienced on a spiritual level.

We came at the same time, his cock throbbing inside of me as he filled me with his seed. I thrashed about as much as the pile driver position would allow, my arms going over my head as pulse after pulse of shuddering pleasure thundered through my body.

At last I lay there, panting heavily. He let go of my legs and gently laid me on my side. Evan lay beside me, curling his body up to spoon my own.

He wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts in a crisscross pattern. I laid my head on his biceps and panted, my body slowly coming back from the perfect golden cloud of pleasure I’d been taken up into.

I snuggled up against him, sighing contentedly. Evan’s breath was warm on the back of my neck as he left a gentle kiss there.

“I love you so much, my darling.” His voice was as soft as the fur beneath us. “I love you so very much. Thank you for being my wife.”

“Thank you for letting me be, for real this time.” I kissed his hand and then wriggled my bottom against him. I kept wriggling, a smile spreading on my face. I felt his cock twitch, hard. Then it began to engorge in blood.

“You’re insatiable.”

“That is so not true,” I said. “You haven’t even tried hard enough to be saying that yet.”

“And how hard do I have to try?” he mumbled into my skin. He trailed kisses along my neck, his hands massaging my breasts freely.

“I don’t know,” I gasped. “I would think that going to dawn might be a bit extreme, as the sun hasn’t even set yet, but you know… oh God, that feels so good… twelve hours, maybe.”

“Twelve hours?” he cried.

“You’re not man enough to go for that long?” I taunted.

“I guess I can slum it and go down to that level,” he said with a shrug.

I gasped, but then he kissed my neck and slid a hand down between my thighs, and I lost all interest in trying to taunt him any further. He slipped his cock into my pussy, sliding it in deep.

He rolled me over onto my stomach and then pumped his hips into my ass. I let out a guttural groan as he thrust into me again and again, picking up speed. Golden electricity built up in my body to a crescendo until I was certain that I was going to explode.

I let out a warbling sound, modified by the syncopated rhythm of his thrusting pelvis. My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a shrill cry as he pounded me right over the edge of another incredible orgasm. The contractions seemed to vibrate me into another state of being, it was so good.

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