Page 2 of The Billionaire's Betrayal
Night had fallen when Tristan pushed open the door of our penthouse, overlooking the rooftops of Paris.He looked magnificent in his tailored three-piece suit, cut to perfectly fit his athletic figure.At thirty-three, Tristan wasn't just an accomplished and terribly attractive businessman, he was above all a wonderful partner.I loved everything about him: his brown, slightly rebellious hair; his chiseled, energetic features; his eyes, black and deep as ink.But also his creative intelligence, his cheerful personality, and his attentive care for those he loves.
His face lit up at the sight of me, and a radiant smile stretched across his features.And before I even realized his movement, he had already joined me and taken me in his arms, his bag abandoned at the entrance.
"What's the occasion?"he whispered, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as they met mine.
His voice, both husky and soft, vibrated with a tenderness that always made me shiver.I let my fingers slide along his tie, toying with the perfectly knotted fabric.
"Do I really need a special reason to seduce the man I love?"I replied playfully, letting that familiar blend of challenge and complicity between us shine through.
A flash of desire crossed his gaze.
"The man you love...I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you," he said, tucking a strand of my brown hair behind my ear, in a gesture both tender and possessive.
His hand brushed my cheek, tracing a path of shivers on my skin.
"I don't know...That's for him to tell me," I whispered mischievously, deliberately leaving room for doubt.
He moved closer, so close that I could feel his breath against my neck.
"There's not a single day that I don't thank my luck for meeting you," he breathed.His lips gently brushed my neck, triggering an electric shiver that ran through my whole body.
"And I'm going to prove it to you, honey."
The atmosphere between us transformed instantly.The tenderness of the previous moment vanished, replaced by a burning, primitive desire that consumed us both.In an almost feline movement, he pinned me against the living room wall, his mouth descending on mine with passionate urgency, his lips seeking mine.His kiss deepened, awakening the most sensitive nervous zones of my body.His trembling hands began exploring my body, caressing me, stroking me through the thin fabric of my dress.It took him only a moment to remove my black lace thong, slide it down my legs, and toss it to the other end of the room.And while he drove me crazy of desire with his mouth, he opened his pants and pulled out his erection swollen with desire.And, without even undressing, he lifted me in his arms.My dress rode up around my waist as my legs wrapped around his hips.His hard, tense sex positioned itself against my wet slit, trembling with impatience.
"I want you now," he told me in a husky voice."Are you ready?"
"For you, always," I replied feverishly.
"I knew you were perfect," he teased, and I burst out laughing.
Then he slowly penetrated me with a long thrust of his hips.My sweet sheath closed around him, greedy, and our moans mingled.His mouth claimed mine again.We devoured each other, hungry for one another.Seven years of living together, and our embraces were still as burning, as sensual.I don't think I could ever tire of it.I arched voluptuously against him while his mouth descended along my neck, pushed aside the top of my dress to expose my chest to his view and seize my rosy nipples.I gasped with pleasure as his tongue played with me.
"Do you like that?"he asked me, his hips moving lazily between my thighs, his mouth devouring my breasts."Do you like it when I fuck you?"
"Yes...I love it when you're inside me.When you let me know, it's me you want.When you fuck me!"
He abandoned my chest and claimed my mouth again.
"Like this?"he asked, his hands grabbing my buttocks to penetrate me better and give more amplitude to his movements.
"Yes...No..."I replied incoherently, as he went in and out of me with deliberate slowness, torturing us both deliciously.
"No?Tell me...what you want," he demanded, his voice chopped by effort.
"Faster and harder..."I answered.
"Your wishes are my commands..."
And he released all the ardor he was holding back, penetrating me faster and deeper.
"Damn, it feels good!"he roared through his teeth.
"Yes!Don't stop, don't stop," I begged him in a stifled voice as he redoubled his efforts.
The orgasm struck us both with such violence that our bodies convulsed.Our cries of pleasure filled the penthouse.I felt his rod contract before expelling long jets of sperm inside my body.Then, as if his legs could no longer support him, he slowly slid us to the floor.
"I love you," he breathed while he remained anchored in my tender body.
