Page 19 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
And as the vibrations rushed throughout the bones of my body, my pussy got wet for him. “Michael,” I whispered.
He sucked on my pulse point. “Jesus, you taste amazing.”
My nails raked down his clothed back. “I want to feel you. Please.”
At that moment, clothes were shed like feathers off a duck’s back. They rained down against the tiled kitchen floor, and it left nothing between us but the cold air that forced our bodies even closer together. I wanted to take a good look at him. I wanted to drink in his sexiness through my eyes. But, when his hand fell between my legs, nothing else mattered except the feeling of his fingers against my clit.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“God, you’re so wet for me, Maggie.”
“Oh, Mike. Right there. Oh yeah, that feels so good.”
“Maggie.”
I opened my eyes lazily. “Yeah?”
He grinned. “I want to taste you.”
As I held his eyes, I reclined back and settled myself against my elbows. I propped myself up as he reached behind him, his eyes dancing along my body. His thick dick stood happily at attention. I watched as he dragged a chair from behind him all the way up to the kitchen island.
And after he sat down, he spread my legs as if he were seated at the buffet of his choice. “Come to Daddy,” he growled.
“Dadd—!”
He placed his tongue against my clit and quickly slid in a finger, causing me to collapse onto my back. He tossed my legs over his shoulders, effectively pulling me to the edge of the island, and I was helpless against the assault of his tongue. I bucked wildly against his face. I reveled in the way his stubble tickled my lips.
And as that tight coil in my gut quickly started to wind up, I whimpered, “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
He growled against my swollen mound. “Fucking hell, you taste amazing.”
My back began to arch. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m so close. Mike! Mike!”
His hands bent my legs up to my chest. “Come for me, Mags. Do it. Cry out my name.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Michael!”
As I fell over the edge and into the dark, endless abyss, he pulled out from between my legs. They dangled helplessly over the edge of the island as I lay there, watching the ceiling spin above me. Only, instead of Mike picking me back up, he tossed my legs back over his shoulders as he stood up. Then his cock pressed into my pulsing entrance—deep.
“Holy shit,” he grunted.
“Oh, my God,” I said breathlessly.
The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin quickly filled the kitchen. I gripped the edge of the marble countertop, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me. I’d never felt so amazing. I’d never felt so cherished and beautiful and wanted and sexy in the arms of a man before. I lost myself in him—in his scent, and his sounds, and the way he hovered over me as my body grew weaker for him.
And as his hips quickly began stuttering, I drew in a shaky breath. “Come with me, Mike.Please.”
He bent forward and captured my lips, and that was all it took. He shoved himself deep within me, his cock twitching as my pussy walls milked him for all he had. Our tongues grew tangled up in one another as his body rested against mine, and his dick exploded, coating my walls in his warm, wet mark.
We breathed the air we afforded each other as our bodies unraveled together, our limbs a tangled, sweaty mess until we heard a knock at the front door.
“Room service.”
My eyes widened. “Hell, I forgot.”
Mike shot up from the island. “I’ll get it. You stay here.”
The room still tilted around me. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good idea.”
