Page 116 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
This is when she protests, yells at me, or better still, turns and rushes out to appeal to our guests, who are partying below.
Instead, she reaches behind.
I hear the hiss of a zipper and fuck me but I'm instantly hard.
She raises her hand to the neckline, tugs the material down one shoulder, then the other. Her movements are precise; her fingers tremble. The dress whispers down to pool at her hips.
My mouth waters; my chest hurts. "Take it off completely."
She shimmies out of the outfit. It pools at her ankles and she kicks it aside. She stands, chest thrust out, the perfect globes of her breasts bared. I rake my gaze down her chest and her nipples harden. Down the concave of her stomach to the satin triangle of her panties.
I glance at the scrap of cloth, then at her face.
Her cheeks pale.
I raise my eyebrow and she sets her jaw. Then shoves her underwear down and kicks it off. I drop my gaze to the flesh between her thighs, the completely bare flesh with the tiny slit at its base that glistens pink in the late evening sunlight.
My cock thickens. A pulse drums at my wrists, at my temples, even in my fucking balls. The fuck is she doing to me? I need to be inside of her before I explode right here in in my pants.
Her fingers clench at her sides, "Happy?"
Not even close.
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."
Her chest heaves. Her beautiful green pupils dilate. From anger? From lust? I am going to find out. "Do it."
She draws in a breath, then clambers onto the bed. On her elbows and knees, her sweet butt thrust out in the air. My dick lengthens. My throat closes. She has such a hold on me, and she doesn’t realize it. I plan to keep it that way.
I stalk over to her, stand at the foot of the bed, "Open wider."
She wriggles her hips, then increases the 'V' between her thighs. The blush pink of her pussy glistens between her legs. The blood empties to my groin so fast that my head spins.
I lean forward, cup her arse. She whimpers.
Drag my thumb down the valley between her butt cheeks. She shudders. A moan bleeds from her lips. Her spine bends.
I pull back and let my palm connect with her arse. She hiccoughs.
"You defied me."
Crack.I slap her curved behind and her entire body jerks. She huffs.
"In front of everyone."
I spank her again, and she snarls.
"You like to challenge me, Bird?"
I slap her curved tush. She makes a noise somewhere between a growl and an assent.
"Tell me, you want to go toe to toe with me?"
She nods.
"Speak."
"Yes." The word comes out on a moan.
