Page 15 of Fake Marriage with the Billionaire

He approached her, taking off his jacket. He took her by the waist again, kissing her as she unbuttoned his shirt. Once his shirt was off, she kissed his chest, gently biting him in spots as he moved his hand over her smooth back. She pulled down his pants and his underwear, her hands moving to his massive manhood once again.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. Then he took her by the waist and turned her around, bending her over the bed. He started kissing her ass through her silk panties, his teeth pulling at the fabric. His hot breath against her skin was driving her wild. She bit down on her bottom lip as he started pulling her panties down her legs.

A moment later, she felt the head of his manhood rubbing against her soaking wet center. To her surprise, she was starting to tremble. Was it anticipation? Maybe a little bit of terror at the prospect that he might not fit inside of her. He felt his warm hands rubbing her ass as he purred, “Lovely…”

He entered her slowly and the sensation of him inside her made her gasp loudly. The mix of pain and pleasure filled her as she grabbed the sheets, her legs shaking. He reached under her hips and lifted her a little and started thrusting deep inside of her. The feel of him was so powerful. With every thrust, he caressed the most sensitive parts of her from the inside. Stella’s toes curled as she widened her legs a little more to let him in deeper.

“Oh, God,” she uttered in a high-pitched moan. “Oh, fuck me…yes…” Her legs were starting to shake uncontrollably as he started to thrust a little harder and faster.

“You feel so good,” he growled. “You’re so tight…shit…”

He slowed down, pacing himself. She moved against him trying to match his rhythm. Her body was reduced to shivers, however. He held tight to her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her as he thrust into her over and over. She didn’t know much longer she was going to last and it felt like he was close too. She could feel her body starting to give up the orgasm brewing inside of her.

He lifted her up, pressing her body against his. His hands caressed the hardened nipples of her breast as he buried his head in her shoulder, kissing and sucking on her skin. His thrusts are slow and purposeful.

“Don’t come yet,” he commanded. “I want you a little longer…just a little longer…”

The sound of his voice was sending shockwaves through her body. She grabbed the back of his head, trying to hold onto some semblance of control.

But her body was going to explode. She could feel it starting to happen. “Harder,” she said hoarsely. “Fuck me harder.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Yes. Give it to me. All of it. I want to feel every inch, Richard.”

She felt him smile against her shoulder, then he pushed her back down to the bed, pressing her down until she arched her back. Then he held onto her hips with both hands and started fucking her hard. Stella started to see stars before her eyes as her orgasm mixed with the deliciously sweet pain and pleasure mix running through her nether regions.

“Oh, yeah!” she screamed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”

She heard his breath start to change in gruff moans, his own sense of control getting lost in their passion. She dug her nails into the sheets, leaning into him as his thighs slapped against her ass until finally…

Her body stiffened. She tightened around him as he exploded inside her at the same time that she climaxed. Her body trembled as he gave her several more hard thrusts, his rough moans almost overcoming her high wails of passion.

They fell on the bed, still intertwined. He kissed the back of her neck, his body still shivering, his manhood still inside of her.

“I could do this all night,” he said as he slowly started sliding his manhood in and out of her again. She was still shivering, every spot on her body as sensitive as her flaming hot center.

“Wait,” she whispered. “Oh…wait…”

Another wave hit her. She came again as he kissed her neck and slowly and methodically thrust inside of her. He wasn’t stopping. Not even to catch his breath or for a moment of rest. He was already hungry for more of her.

“You could really go again,” she asked him breathlessly. He kissed her, gently caressing her tongue with his.

“If you want me to,” he said. “I can go as long as you want me.”

She smiled. She didn’t know so much about his attitude or if he’d make a good fiance, but this was probably the most amazing sex she’d ever had. She squeezed her walls around him and he smiled, biting her lip passionately.

“You feel so good,” he repeated. “Oh…Stella…”

He lifted one of her legs and started thrusting harder, sending chills through her body. She grabbed hold of the back of his head and held on. This was going to be a long, wonderful night.

Richard

Richardwokeupwitha splitting headache, the sun in his eyes…and in Stella’s bed.

As the morning sun came in through the hazy windows, he lay there for a moment, replaying the events of the night before in his mind. It seemed like a dream…

Richard looked over and saw her sleeping next to him, her dark curls covering part of her face as she lay on her stomach. Without a shred of makeup, her hair was a mass of wild ringlets all over her head, and she looked incredibly lovely. Her skin was soft and dewy and seemed to glow under the beam of sunlight across her face. His arm rubbed against hers, the soft flawless skin pressing next to his muscular arm. For just a moment, he imagined what it might be like to wake this way every morning, her sweet smell in the air, her body pressed against his.

---