Page 12 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

I swiveled my hips, trying to entice him to give me what we both wanted. It worked like a charm. He dragged his shaft through the groove of my dripping wet pussy. My mouth flew open in a long cry as he slid the crown of his cock between my swollen, dripping wet pussy lips.

Inch by inch, he slid inside of me. My eyes squeezed shut against the natural splendor, because I was riding the waves of intense pleasure just from being penetrated by him. I shivered with a climax even before he slid in all the way.

His cock slid in until his balls slapped against my flesh. A sharp pinch heralded a wave of bliss throbbing through my body.

“I feel so full,” I gasped. “Oh god, Evan. Oh god, it feels so good.”

“Your pussy feels perfect around my cock,” he hissed through clenched teeth. I could feel him trembling against me, inside of me. He was fighting the urge to come. I made it hard for him, literally, as I ground my ass against him, pumping my hips like a piston.

He took the bait and thrust into me. I cried out, my hands gripping the sides of the table as a wave of pleasure flowed over and through me. I opened my eyes and saw the purple-streaked sky near the setting sun. It perfectly encapsulated what I felt in that moment.

Evan thrust into me, his own cries of delight filling the air, mingling with my moans and sighs. I opened my eyes as he pushed me right over the edge of climax. I came harder than before, my nails raking lines in the enameled tabletop as I screamed, my throat raw.

He came inside of me, grunting and straining his taut body against my own. I felt his cock throbbing inside of me as he emptied out. He pulled me up into his embrace, kissing the back of my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I whimpered with disappointment as his cock slid out of me. He smiled and then pulled me down to the cabin floor. He laid me onthe transparent surface and then knelt between my thighs.

“I want you so bad, Amanda,” he whispered.

I let out a soft cry as he slid inside of me. My pussy contracted, as if trying to draw him further inside of me. It felt like we were just streaking through the sky, no plane, no pilot, no limits, making love like a pair of ancient Greek gods.

He collapsed on top of me, our sweat mingling as it cooled. I held onto him in my embrace as we cuddled together on the floor of the plane. I couldn’t believe that I was with Evan Jones. He was so out of my league that he might as well have been standing on the moon. But he was there with me, in the now.

“So,” I said dreamily. “What business did you have to discuss?”

“I want you to plan my wedding.”

Chapter 5

Amanda

“What an asshole,” Ramone said with a sneer as he set down his drink.

The bar was half-empty, but our little group still caught some stares from the neighboring tables.

Rinaldo’s was well known to hipsters for its multicultural cuisine, but even more so for its retro kitsch vibe. It squatted on a corner lot in a stylishly dilapidated building that, but for the signage, could have looked perfectly at home with some 1930s gumshoe trudging up the steps to his office.

The interior was something like a cross between a gypsy wagon and the inside of the house of that weird hippie lady who’s always cooking tofu and brown rice in your neighborhood. The light fixtures were wagon wheels from the old west, and not repainted or anything. Most of the paint had faded or chipped, and the axle bore a coat of rust.

Industrial light bulbs shone at the end of each of the wagon wheel’s spokes. The light they cast sort of had a slight ‘shake’ to it as the filaments inside glowed and pulsed with energy. I found it to be distracting when we first sat down, but soon I was getting used to it.

“What an asshole,” Ramone repeated himself. “I mean, making you get on an airplane for a job interview? Then you had to, what, fly the whole way back all by yourself?”

“I concur,” Jake said between sips from his light beer. I noticed he’d already used his thumbnail to scrape off most of the paper label. They lay in slightly curled piles on the highly polished table. “How important does this guy think he is?”

Even though part of me wanted to agree with them, it kind of bothered me to hear them talk about Evan like that.

“The thing is, heisthat important. I mean, he had to be on location to sign original documents and meet with a county official. It wasn’t something that could have waited, and he really did want to retain my services.”

“I hope he paid you extra for the time you wasted in the plane ride.”

“As a matter of fact, he did.” I gave Jake the stink eye. “He treated it as a consultation and paid me two thousand dollars for my trouble.”

“Two thousand is a good chunk of change,” Ramone said. “Still kind of seems like a jerk to me, though.”

“The fact of the matter is the plane ride back actually gave me some time to work on planning the fake wedding.”

Ramone sniffed; his face etched with derision.

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