Page 125 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire
“Oh, God… Please…”
My wife reached inside my sweatpants and wrapped her delicate fingers around my cock and squeezed. “If you’re going to tease me, then I’ll do the same.”
I chuckled, although it was slightly strangled. “So demanding,” I murmured, biting her earlobe.
“You started it, so finish it.”
I chuckled as I lifted my hips and pushed my sweatpants and boxers out of the way. Both of our movements were frantic, as if it was our first time together. And in a way, maybe it was. For the first time in six years, there were no emotional barriers nor were there any ghosts of my father’s wrongdoing hanging between us. It was our admission that we had waited for each other.
My wife sat back down in my lap, my cock perfectly positioned against her opening. With her breasts pressed against my chest, she wrapped her arms around me.
“Rip the panties you bought me, husband,” she murmured. “I need you inside me.”
My lips came down on hers, and in one yank, the sound of material shredding filled the space. It was just the two of us. Our heavy heartbeats. Our labored breaths as our souls danced to the tune of our movements.
I wanted—no, needed like my life depended on it, to feel her pussy fully. My hands on her hips, I brought her down onto my cock. She gasped. I groaned. It felt like the first time with her, every fucking time.
She started to grind on top of me, our mouths molded together as we lost ourselves in each other. In this kiss.
“Yeah,” I moaned into her mouth. “Just like that, baby.”
Her hands threaded through my hair while I gripped her ass, kneading, playing. With each roll of her hips, my cock pushed deeper inside her, filling her to the hilt. I kissed her harder, her little whimpers undoing me.
I lowered her onto the sofa roughly, her back hitting the cushions. With her hair fanning out around her, she looked beautiful. She watched me through her thick lashes, her lips slightly parted and red from my kisses.
My eyes roamed over her naked body. “Fuck, baby. Every time I look at you, you take my breath away.”
She blushed, and my heart skipped a beat. My wife. Odette Madeline Ashford. Fuck, yeah! It sounded perfect. Together, we were perfect.
I spread her legs and moved between them once more, her eyes settling on my cock as I rose to my knees. I leaned over her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.
“I want to touch you too,” she protested softly, her eyes on my cock.
I brought my free hand to my cock and wrapped my fingers around my throbbing erection.
“Later, baby. I want to last and spill inside you.” My heart raced in my chest as I lined my cock to her hot, drenched folds. “You’re so fucking wet.”
Moving both hands around her wrists, I thrust all the way back in.
She arched her back, her nipples grazing my chest. “You feel so good,” she rasped. “So, so good.”
As I slid out of her wet pussy, I pressed my lips against her neck and kissed her, only to thrust back into her again.
“You’re taking my cock so good, Madeline.” I sucked on her sensitive skin on her neck, making her moan for me.
“More,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
My eyes found hers, and my heart sang. It fuckingsangseeing the way she looked at me. It had my heart skipping a beat and falling deep under her spell. I pulled nearly all the way out of her before slamming back in.
She was all mine. She owned every one of my thoughts and my entire heart. Now I wanted to own all of her.
Letting go of her wrists, I murmured, “How is this, baby?” I thrust in and out of her, feeling her insides clenching around my cock.
“Yes,” she moaned, her hips moving with me. “Oh my gosh… yes, Byron.”
“Your pussy is milking my cock, baby,” I praised as I pushed back in, deeper and harder, earning myself another gasp from her. I kissed her hungrily as I continued to fuck her this way, driving myself completely fucking insane with desire. I fucked her so hard I was afraid I’d break her, but when I tried to slow my thrusts, Madeline growled in disgruntled warning.
I kept her hips raised at an angle as I pushed back into her, my thumb resting against her clit, as I slid in and out of her.
