Page 110 of The Reluctant Billionaire

With restraint I barely knew I possessed, I whisperI want to fuck you, sweetheart, and I haul her up from her knees.

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LOTTA

I swear there are tears in Aide’s eyes, and awe on his face, as he sweetly helps me up. He stands with me, holding my slippery boobs and my little baby bump tight against the hardness of his body as he kisses me hungrily.

He gets emotional like this sometimes. More often since I got pregnant. I swear he’s got more pregnancy hormones than I do swirling around in that huge body of his.

But when Aidan Duffy trusts you enough to get vulnerable with you, that’s gold, and there’s no side of him I love more than my giant softie. I take his hungry, adoring kisses as his cock jerks angrily between us, and then I turn and clamber onto the bed, crawling a little further away than is strictly necessary, before I stop on my hands and knees and look over my shoulder.

Yep. The awe is still there. He’s so sweet it kills me.

‘Come get me, honey’ I sing-song, and on he jumps. But instead of ramming his dick straight inside me, as I expected, he crouches behind me, nudging my knees apart, spreading my cheeks with his hands and burying his face in my centre.

Oh Jesus. I am such a lucky bitch.

My husband’s tongue is as taut as it was when he kissed me just now, his licks just as ravenous as he slices through my flesh. He tongue-fucks me for a few seconds before taking pity on me and finding my clit. The sensation of his mouth on me, his beard abrading me, is so perfect I practically shoot off the bed. But the grip of his strong fingers is tight on my bum, so I get my outlet with a low, agonised moan as I attempt to grind my pussy against his face. He chuckles against my flesh, pleased at having reduced me to this, before ramping up his ministrations.

It’s so perfect.God, he’s perfect.His grip eases so his hands can roam over my bum in a way that’s loving and proprietorial in equal measure, and then he truly lets me have it. He slides a couple of fingers inside me, his tongue growing even more taut, and it flicks at my clit with military precision.

I squeeze my eyes closed and collapse down onto my elbows so I can press my fists into my eye sockets as I ride out this orgasm he’s building inside my body. He rewards me with harder finger fucks and a more merciless onslaught against my clit, and I writhe with pleasure in his expert hands, because no one can handle me like my husband.

I won’t last, but I can tell by the ravenous noises he’s making that Aide needs inside me, and quick, so that shouldn’t be a problem. I let my body take over as the heat he’s stoked courses through my body in waves so powerful they suck me under. I’m lost to sensation, but I need more.

‘Fuck me,’ I cry, and immediately he’s on his knees behind me, pushing all the way in with a single, powerful stroke. The feeling of fullness is soright. It’s everything. It’s life-affirming. I stretch my arms out in front of me and claw at the sheets so I can hold steady for him.

I love my husband in every moment, in every way, but nothing else compares to having him inside my body. Nothing compares to him ramming that thick cock home over and over, his huge form hulking over me. I may not be able to see him like this, but I couldn’t feel closer to him. His hairy thighs are between my spread ones, his huge hands are gripping my hips, moving them to meet him every time he bottoms out in me, and, despite my arousal and all the relaxin in my body, his dick is such a tight fit that it feels like the best kind of invasion.

And the friction—the friction, the drag, of his cock in and out of my still-shuddering, still sensitive inner walls is pure perfection. It’s always carnal with Aide. With my caveman. When we’re connected like this, our appetite for each other never seems to wane.

‘Fuck, you’re so beautiful,’ he moans as he thrusts into me. His drives are measured, but he’s not holding back. Every one is perfect. Every one hits the way I need it to. ‘I love you.’Thrust.‘So fucking much.’Thrust.‘My beautiful, amazing wife, who needs it hard.’Thrust. ‘I can’t get enough of you.’Thrust.‘Feel that, sweetheart. Feel your husband’s dick deep inside you.’

Myhot builderkink isn’t my favourite anymore.

My favourite is myhusbandkink. Therefore, whenever Aide says the wordswifeorhusbandwhen he’s fucking me, it unlocks something primitive. Because being fucked by Aide is amazing. I mean, come on. The guy’s a god.

But being fucked by Aide, myhusband, has me spiralling to another plane. I need him on every primitive, elemental level. I need him to claim me with his body just like he did with his heart and his words and his ring and his vows and this baby he’s put in me.

So when he says things like that, it makes everything wind even tighter inside me, and not only because my favourite caveman’s graduated to multi-word sentences when he’s fucking me.

‘Oh my God,’ I gasp, which is far less hot than what he’s saying, but it’s all I’m capable of right now, because the friction is so fucking amazing, and his drives are so powerful they’re obliterating my basic executive function, and all my greedy inner walls can think of ismore, more, more.

‘Harder!’I scream, and fuck does he really let me have it. He digs his fingers in so hard I’ll have bruises on my hips tomorrow, and he rams into me, over and over, invading my body till I’m a senseless mess, conscious only of the bright white glow that’s built and built somewhere deep inside and which my husband’s dick is stoking.

When I let go this time, it’s more profound, more elemental, and I’m only vaguely conscious beyond the roaring in my ears of Aide shouting my name as the contractions my body’s producing trigger his own obliteration. His own epiphany.

After he’s eased out of me and cleaned us both up with a wad of tissues, we lie down on the bed together, two happy, spent commas curled up into each other, nose to nose.

‘Fuck, Lotts,’ he whispers as he brushes a damp tendril of hair off my forehead. His face is soft. Open. Those extraordinary eyes, which I will never get over as long as I live, see only me. And they’re wet, his eyelashes starry with unshed tears.

‘Hey,’ I whisper, winding a leg around him and tugging myself closer. ‘It’s okay.’

‘I know.’ He winds his top arm around me like a vice while stroking my bump with the knuckles of his other hand. ‘It’s just… I love you so much. And I love our daughter. You two are my whole world.’

‘You’re my world, too,’ I tell him. ‘Remember that independent woman you fell for, who you thought didn’t need you?Gone.’

That gets me a laugh.

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