Page 49 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

“No bra? You mean to tell me you didn’t have a bra on all day yesterday?” His voice deepened, sending a flood into my panties.

I shook my head.

“What a missed opportunity. I could have teased you until your nipples hardened. I know how much you like that.”

He was right. I enjoyed that. Now I regretted not whispering it during our celebratory dinner.

In that dimly lit room, his steely blue eyes had changed to the deepest shade of black. I took a breath, then hooked my thumbs around the waistband of my panties. With quivering hands, I pulled them over my hips and down my legs. When they reached my ankles, I held onto his shoulder with one hand. I lifted my left then right leg, removing the panties.

He took in every inch as he gazed at me hungrily. From my face, along my cleavage to my stomach. He sucked in a breath when his eyes landed on my sex and then continued until he ended at my perfectly painted toes.

“My sweet angel. You’re too fucking perfect. I’m the luckiest man on this earth.” He interlaced our fingers and pulled me to him. He drew me closer until I stood in front of him. I quivered when he placed a small kiss on my stomach and then ran a path down my hip.

My husband.

I straddled his lap. His erection throbbed in approval as I shifted my bare pussy directly on top of his clothed cock. My clit contacted the bulge and sent my eyes rolling into my head. I thought I would pass out.

“No,” I paused and exhaled a ragged breath. “I’m the lucky one.”

“Undress me.”

With unsteady fingers, I opened the top button of his pants. Then, I slowly and gingerly lowered the zipper and parted the fly. He hissed when I accidentally grazed my knuckles against the hard muscles along his happy path. He turned, gently placing me on the bed. He inched out of his pants and boxer briefs and returned to the bed.

Kneeling over me, he mashed his cock into me, hitting the perfect spot. A rough moan escaped my lips when he dipped his head and sucked the exposed flesh of my neck. His large hand roamed from my stomach and cupped my breast.

The torture was unbearable. I needed to take my mind off his lips and the stiff penis lodged between us.

“Please . . . Please fuck me,” I begged.

“Soon. First, show me how excited you are for me.”

He did the meanest thing he could have ever done at that moment. He moved a finger to my seam, exploring my wetness. He brought the moisture up from my opening to my throbbing clit and massaged the bundle of nerves until I exploded.

He drove me insane with the foreplay, firing every neuron in my body. I didn’t want his finger, I needed his cock.

He positioned his big, muscular body over mine and slid his erection against my wet folds. The tip nudged against my opening, causing me to writhe in ecstasy.

“Sweets, this will hurt. I’ll go fast, but I promise I’ll make it feel good. This is all about you and your pleasure.”

Our eyes met, and I slowly nodded approval to continue.

Without further warning, he plunged past my barrier. I let out a yelp at the sharp pain. Even though I was so wet and ready for him, I felt like I was being torn in two. The stretching sensation hurt more than a little. I fought the urge to push him off of me and run out of the room.

Then he kissed me.

There was nothing carnal about the kiss. The kiss was a silent reminder that he would never hurt me. A promise that he would always protect me and do what was right.

The pain dissipated, and I pushed out the breath that I was holding in. He slowly pulled out before sliding back in.

“That’s it. Relax for me. I won’t ever hurt you again. Damn. You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured against my cheek.

After a couple of slow thrusts, the tinges of pain turned into pure pleasure. His heavy body pinned me to the bed and I could feel every inch from his crown, to his shaft, and to his root. I wrapped my legs around his waist and threaded my fingers in his hair. Under the flicker of candlelight, we stared at each other as he tenderly rocked back and forth in my sex.

“You are so perfect,” he growled. “Ever since the day you arrived at the loft, I’ve wanted you, but never thought I deserved you. Now you’re mine forever—my wife. I love you so much.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine forever,” I answered. My throat tightened with emotion and a one tear rolled from the corner of my eye and down my cheek.

“Don’t stop. Fuck me harder.” I sighed, the words came out in a soft moan.

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