Page 109 of The Reluctant Billionaire

Yeah, she remembered me, even though it’d beentwo fucking yearssince the incident I’d tried to carve out of my memory. I know this because she pointed a finger at me and saidI remember youwhile my wife snorted beside me. Lotta then proceeded to wrap Audrey around her little finger while they went off to the fitting rooms together and left me hanging around the lingerie, trying not to look too much like a pervert.

Afterwards, Lotts informed me that Audrey, disloyal little horror that she was, had recounted the entire story to her and told Lotta she’d never seen a man in such a state. Apparently they had a great laugh at my expense, which I’m sure I deserved.

These days, the only lingerie I buy her is stuff with a lot of holes in it. Stuff thatenhancesour sex life.

I reach her on my knees and tilt my face up for a kiss.

‘Morning,’ she says right before she kisses me, and that single word is filled with love and affection. She rakes one hand through my hair and scratches my beard lightly with the other.

‘How are my girls?’ I ask, releasing her mouth and crouching so I can kiss my way down between her tits and wish my baby girl good morning.

‘We’re good,’ she says dreamily. Her hands roam downwards, stroking my shoulders. We stay like that for a moment, me with my head bowed in worship against the shapely swell of her belly, marvelling at the fact that my two favourite humans exist in one sublime body.

‘I had an idea,’ she says, and I raise my head to look at her. She’s fresh-faced and glowing, and she’s never looked so beautiful to me as she does in this moment.

‘Yeah?’ I palm her bump, though I can’t feel anything. Lotta’s started feeling some tiny internal flutters—she said they feel like goldfish flipping inside her—but it’ll be a while before I’ll be able to experience our child moving inside her.

‘Mmm-hmm. Sit down here.’

She pats the edge of the bed and takes a step away from me. I plant my arse, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and watching with great interest as she sinks to her knees in front of my angry erection. Even pregnant, she’s graceful.

Blow job, I think as she guides my knees apart so she can close the gap between us.Little beauty.But she reaches past me for the bottle of body lotion and holds it up for me. ‘Lube up my boobs,’ she says, a smile playing at the corners of those luscious lips of hers. ‘You know what to do.’

Fuck, yes.Tit wanks are definitely something my beautiful wife has treated me to in the past, but with her tits so engorged at the moment, they’ve reached another level of pleasure for me. Happily, they’re even more erogenous for her during her pregnancy, so she loves it too.

Yeah. I know what to do.I shake the bottle upside down and open it, feverishly squeezing a huge blob of lotion onto my hand with a wet farting noise that makes Lotta laugh.

‘You in a hurry?’

‘For you?’ I reply. ‘Yep.’

I toss the bottle and rub my palms together before putting them on her tits.

Fuck, they’re glorious.

They’re heavy and ripe in my hands. I smear the lotion over them before scooping. Weighing. Smoothing the crease underneath. I work over her nipples with my thumbs as I let my mouth brush over her hair, and she groans below me. I drag a hand between them, making sure that space is nice and slippery for my cock. If I wasn’t dangerously close to blowing already, I’d happily do this all day, or for as long as Lotts let me.

‘I think they’re good to go,’ she says with a laugh, and I kiss her head smilingly.

‘Oh. Yeah.’

Then she’s edging forward on her knees and I open my legs as wide as I can, shuffling my arse to the very edge of the bed. I plant my hands behind me so I can move my weight backwards, gazing down and watching in rapt fascination as my wife takes her gorgeous tits in her hands and squishes them around my rock-hard dick in a slick, pillowy cradle that’s total nirvana.

I grit out a strangledfuckas she starts to move, because it’s like nothing else, this.

Being surrounded by her flesh.

Seeing my dick disappear as it’s swaddled in the greatest tits I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing.

Hearing her moans as she wanks me off. Watching her work her tight nipples with her thumbs as she goes.

Having the unique pleasure of my wife bend her beautiful face and stick out that little pink tongue to lick at my angry, desperate crown when I thrust it up near her mouth.

Yeah, I manage to thrust, but she’s doing most of the work here, and it’s a sight I’ll take to my grave. The pleasure building through my balls, my dick, is so great I’m tempted to let my eyes drift closed, but I don’t want to miss a thing.

For some reason, I have a flash of memory. Of Lotta, when I first met her on that volunteer project—high maintenance and inappropriately dressed, but with tits I would have got on my knees for, right from the start. She had me mesmerised from that first day, but I’d never have guessed she’d be kneeling in front of me in our bedroom, my diamonds sparkling on her fingers and my baby growing in her womb, grinding those magnificent, greased-up tits up and down my dick.

The thought has me shuddering extra hard through the next exhale. What she’s doing is perfect—so fucking perfect—but I need to be inside my wife. I crave that closeness. That certain knowledge that she’s mine, and I’m hers, and we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

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