Page 65 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

“No one’s crazy enough to do anything reckless here, love,” he explains, “This place is one of the most secure places on earth. Look, there’s cameras everywhere.”

As Grant points out, camouflaged cameras with red lights are situated throughout the trees and other high places in the area.

“See? Secure. I’d never let anything happen to Lauralee nor you. I don’t think I’ll be live with myself, honey.”

“Ohhh, you,” I moan, getting weaker and weaker by each of his sensual touches as his hands massage all of my erogenous zones, “All right, you are forgiven.”

I can feel his lips form a smile as he kisses my neck. I can’t believe I’m already dripping wet. Do I really enjoy being watched while getting fondled?

“But you know, say a guy would know this ridiculously industrious girl named Shea…” Grant whispers.

I quickly turn around and face Grant, “Oh no, what did you do?”

“Nothing! Nothing!” Grant defends, “I just asked her if she knew anyone who might know how to turn off the cameras on a particularly romantic part of the area.”

“You didn’t…”

“Oh, you betcha, I did,” Grant says, “Wave over to her for me.” Grant then waves to someone up on the third floor of the building. I see the silhouette of a woman who waves back, and within seconds, I see that the red lights on top of the cameras suddenly turned off.

“That’s my cue,” says Grant as he lifts me up and jumps on the pool right beneath the mini-waterfall.

“You idiot!” I complain in my now wet clothes as I come up the surface while Grant laughs it off. He corners me into the shallow part of the pool and pulls me close.

“You make me an idiot for your love, Sonya,” he says before once again kissing my neck.

I laugh at the audacity in his words, “I guess that makes the two of us,” I say as I embrace him, savoring his sweet kisses.

I push him back for a bit and run towards the waterfall, removing my clothes piece by piece and throwing them ashore, leaving me only in my bra and panties. I can see Grant pursuing me, removing his clothes piece by piece until only his boxers remain.

“Think you can run away from me?” Grant asks as he catches me under the waterfall.

“Silly, I let you catch up to me.” I wrap my arms around Grant and kiss his wonderful jawline.

He looks around before speaking, “This waterfall does make quite the love nest. It’s got a great cover and you can scream all you want.”

I smile and nod before kissing him firmly on his lips. He kisses back and pins me on the tiled wall. Underneath the water, his bulge is already rubbing my crotch. I quickly take off my panties and wrap my legs around his waist. Our kisses grow deep with each of his thrust on my bare cunt.

“Take it off,” I command. Grant smiles before stopping and removing his remaining piece of clothing. But he doesn’t stop there. Without any warning, he penetrates me deep and hard. I scream, covering my mouth.

“Fuck!” I whisper, giving a stony stare at Grant. But he merely smiles and slowly continues to move his gigantic cock in and out of me. The pleasure drowns out the pain as my body shivers in delicious pleasure.

Grant is hitting all the right spots in me, what’s worse is that aside from making me feel good, I’m enjoying the sight of him making a mess of my insides. He smiles as I bounce up and down on the water while I hang on for dear life on his shoulders and neck.

“Fuck, yes, Grant!” I scream loud as I cum for the nth time. Hearing this, Grant turns me around, while his rock-hard cock is inside me, and rams me from behind as he kisses my neck.

“God, I love your ass,” he moans.

“Not as much as I love your cock inside me,” I say as I reach behind for his huge butt, pulling it closer to me with each thrust of his hips. Grants hands wander all over my erect nipples, and I shout again from shock.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” asks an old man with a rough Mexican accent, “I heard screams, and I’m here to help.”

“Crap,” whispers Grant before he stops, “Must be the gardener.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I condescend. Grant smiles and puts his hand around my mouth.

“Shhh,” says Grant. But then he starts moving his hips, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure to my body.

“Hellooo,” cries the gardener again, his steps growing closer and closer to where Grant and I are. But Grant does not stop at all. In fact, he devilishly fucks me with hard and sudden thrusts to my dripping wet pussy. Without being able to say anything, I dig my nails deep unto his skin, hoping to take some of the sexual tension in my body as Grant continues to fuck me silly underneath the waterfall.

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