Page 40 of Fake Marriage with the Billionaire

“Stella?”

She turned to him and he reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her. She fell into him naturally, her lips caressing his until her tongue found his and they were entwined. He breathed in her air as her arms gravitated around his neck, her hands sliding up into his hair.

They were back where they started. Back to the place they always seemed to come back to one way or the other. As he kissed her, he felt his body start to respond again, his heart beating like a drum and his skin getting warm under her touch.

Somewhere in the cloud of her kiss, he realized that this was not the arrangement. They were not supposed to be kissing or anything else. This was going to mess everything up and it needed to stop.

He pulled away from her, forcing himself to step back and out of the kiss. She looked up at him questioningly. “We shouldn’t do this,” he said. “This…this wasn’t the arrangement.”

She bit her lip and he longed to be the one biting it instead of her. “Okay,” she said softly.

They stared at each other for a long time, then he turned to leave. Stella reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Don’t go,” she said.

It was only two words, but they took hold of him. He turned back to her and saw the longing on her face and in her eyes. What was this that was happening to them? Had they gone mad?

He turned back to her and she stepped into his arms, kissing him again, her hands moving to the buttons of his dress shirt. As she unbuttoned his shirt, she started kissing his neck, then down to his bare chest, gently showering him with the soft lips of her kisses. His hands reached to the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper until the dress fell loose around her body. Stella stepped stopped kissing him long enough to let the straps of her dress fall down her shoulders. Her dress fell to the floor and he was treated to the sight of her large, firm breasts and curvy hips in her tiny pink panties. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it to the side. He walked up to her and touched her smooth shoulders, his eyes devouring her body.

She smiled gently, then took his hand and led him to her bedroom. He walked into the room where they’d spent their first night together. Whether inadvertently or not, Richard didn’t feel the magic the same way that he did at this moment. He wanted to savor every second that passed between them.

He took off his shirt, tossing it to one corner of the room as he approached her. She laid down on the bed, sliding down her panties and tossing them in the same pile as his shirt. She lay on the bed coyly, naked, her skin shimmering under the amber lighting of her bedroom.

He took off his pants and his underwear, then got on the bed with her. He kissed her lips, then her neck, then down to her breasts as his hands roamed between her legs, his fingers rubbing her slow and steady. Her soft moans floated up and into the air above him, every sound making him even harder than he already was.

He kissed her smooth, flat belly, then moved over her hips and down to the thin layer of hair on her pubic bone. He lowered his face down between her legs, his tongue tracing her sweet folds. She tilted her hips up to him and he grabbed hold of her thighs, diving in as she encouraged him with the motion of her hips.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

He moved his tongue against her softly, adding pressure and speed as she got more and more excited. Once he felt her hands in his hair, he held onto her, holding her as she started to shiver against him.

She gasped and he felt her stiffen and shake, her orgasm evident against his tongue. He held her tight as her moans grew in waves. When she stopped shaking, he came back up to her mouth, covering her with kisses on the way. As he kissed her lips, she lifted her legs, welcoming him between her legs.

He entered her slowly, and she dug her nails in his back, a long shuddering moan escaped her lips. As he thrust slowly and steadily, immersing himself in her. She leaned in and kissed his shoulder, her hot breath on his skin.

“Yeah…” she whispered. “Just like that…oh, yeah…”

He kissed her deeply and something inside him got warm and inviting. Every other time with her had been wild and lustful. This time was different. This time, as she rocked her hips with his, he felt himself connecting with her on another level. He looked down in her eyes and she smiled a little touching his face gently.

“Let me get on top.”

He rolled over and she straddled him, sliding slow and steady on top of him. He cupped her full breasts as she rocked her hips against him, her head falling back in ecstasy. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting a little harder. Her moans got louder, but there was no dirty talk this time she just looked down at him, something pure and soft in her face.

He felt her squeezing around him and she started lifting herself a little to give him more thrusting room. He could feel himself getting close and he closed his eyes, trying to push the feeling away. He didn’t want to come just yet.

It was no use, though. She moved her hips faster and that made him want to thrust harder. Instinctively, he slapped her on the ass and she moaned, “Oh, yeah… Do that again.”

He did and her eyes rolled back up into her head. She was close, he could feel it. So was he.

He gave her ass a third slap and he watched as her body started to shake on top of him. “Oh, Richard,” she said, her voice a mix of moaning gasps. “Oh…God…”

She came and before he knew it, he was coming too. His climax took hold of his body and he moaned loudly, the sound like a growling moan, taking over his entire body. He reached up to the pillows behind his head gripping them hard as she continued to ride him.

When their climax subsided, she leaned down into him kissing him gently and rocking her hips with him still inside her.

“Again,” she whispered, smiling against him.

Stella

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