Page 35 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
He leaned in softly. “It makes perfect sense, beautiful.”
Without another word spoken, his lips captured mine. My eyes fluttered closed as he pulled me into his lap, my legs straddling him as his hands worked my shirt over my head. Furiously, and with haste I’d never felt before, we ripped off each other’s clothes. We stood up and danced around, hopping out of our pants and socks and casting everything off to the side before we tumbled back into bed. And when Mike pinned my wrists above my head, his heated stare captured my hazy gaze.
“Michael,” I whispered.
His face came closer, allowing his lips to barely hover over mine. “No, I don’t mind.”
I blinked. “What?”
He kissed my lips softly as my legs parted for him. “I don’t mind the fact that we’re married, Mags.”
As I opened my mouth to respond, he covered it with his, and I was transported once again. It was as if his kiss could mute the world and send me into a frenzy all at the same time. I bucked against him, feeling his girth swelling against my thigh as our tongues danced a familiar mambo they had choreographed themselves. And as my heart slammed against my chest, I felt my body giving way.
I felt my heart giving way.
I felt my entire soul giving way to this man.
“Oh, Michael,” I groaned as he kissed down my neck.
And when he latched his warm, wet lips to my puckered, painful peak, I allowed myself to get lost in him. I allowed myself to be swallowed whole, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t break my heart like every other man in my life had.
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Michael
Maggie felt like heaven as my body relaxed against her. She tasted like my future as I licked and sucked her glorious nipples. But, nothing compared to the feeling of sinking between her legs and lapping up her tender slit. The way she shivered for me spurred me on, causing me to press my tongue deeper between her dripping-wet pussy folds. Her legs slid over my shoulders, locking me in as her warm thighs surrounded my face. And as I slid my hands up her body, cupping her tits and tugging on those wondrous nipples, I watched her skin flush from head to toe. It was, by far, my favorite color on her.
“Jesus fuck, Mike. Holy hell.”
I chuckled against her pussy. “Oh, we’re just getting started, beautiful.”
I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and felt her bucking ravenously against my face. I let her use me, her hips rolling and her body trembling as I slid one finger into her wet depths. Her back arched, her voice crying out to the ceiling as I crooked my finger within her. And when I found that lovely, pebbled spot that always drove women wild, I tickled it as quickly as I could, which caused her legs to lock around my face.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” She was breathless as she begged, and I loved the sound of her pleasured pleas.
I held my breath and dug in my heels, lapping and suckling as I slid in another finger. She lost all control of her body as she twitched about and gripped my hair with her wandering hands. She pulled me closer, coating my cheeks and my nose in her scent as her pussy walls fluttered around my fingers.
And with a breathless call, she fell over the edge. “Oh, Michael!” she choked out.
“Come for me,” I growled.
The second her pussy fluttered around my fingers, I slid away. Her body collapsed as I grabbed her legs and tossed them back over my shoulders. I perched on my knees and guided my cock to her opening, watching her body shiver from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
And the second she quit throbbing, I slid into her depths.
“Oh, shit,” she whimpered.
I bent her in half and planted my hands against the mattress, her legs dangling helplessly over my shoulders.
“You feel so—tight. And warm. You’re perfect, you know that?”
Her half-hooded eyes met my own. “No. You’re perfect, Michael.”
I lost myself in her eyes as I pounded against her. I wasted no time at all as our bodies rocked together, with the sounds of skin slapping skin filling the space between us. I breathed the air she afforded me. I pinned her hands above her head and opened her body to my every whim. Her tits bounced against my chest, and her essence dripped down my balls as if every part of her body wanted to invade mine. I’d let her invade me for the rest of my life if that were something she wanted.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped.
“Maggie. Holy fuck, Mags. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Just a bit—oh, yeah. Squeeze that dick. Just like that.”
