Page 72 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

I feel myself stretch to the brim, his dick already inside of me down to the hilt.

He moves in and out, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust.

I feel the familiar pressure building already.

"Faster!" I moan. Grant moans louder.

He growls, moving his hips faster.

"Fuck!" I curse. It feels so damn good.

"I'm almost there," I manage to say in between his delicious thrusts in my pussy.

He grunts, moving his hips even faster.

"Fuck!" I shout as I have the best orgasm of my life. I see fucking stars. I feel his dick twitch inside of me as his cum gets released inside of me.

We both stare at each other lovingly, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"Oh, by the way," I say, getting his attention.

He opens his eyes, waiting for me to say something. He's panting.

"I love you too, my dear husband," I tell him, giving him one last peck on the lips before we both fall asleep, exhausted from the day's events.

Thirty-Four

Grant

The Goddess sleeps.

Her frumpled hair makes a fine art over the canvass that is our pillows. Her smooth, clear, ebony skin perfectly complements our bedsheets. And her angelic face is the cherry on top of the beautiful masterpiece that is my wife, Sonya.

Wife, it’s got a strange ring to it. A year ago, I might have vomit just from hearing someone else say the word.

But as I ponder upon the naked wonder of my wife, I say a silent prayer to God for giving her to me, in spite of everything that I’ve done to women and years past.

“Wife,” I accidentally whisper. Sonya moves for a bit but does not awaken. Whew, at least I get a few more minutes to enjoy this magnificent view.

The morning sunlight pierces through the glass door to our balcony and begins to warm our bed. The sun shines a spotlight on my beloved’s face as well, making her glow elegantly. I feel my eyes water almost immediately.

“So, you plannin’ to be my stalker now?” Sonya suddenly speaks with her eyes still closed.

She catches me off guard, but I’ll never let her know, “It’s not stalking if I own your delicious ass now. And how long have you been awake?”

She smiles and opens her magical eyes, “Long enough to see you burst into tears.”

Oh, God, that smile. I’ll never get tired of that perfect smile. It’s the smile that I run to whenever I had a bad day at work before we even started this whole fake marriage thing, and now it’s going to be the smile I’m going to come home to now that we’re actually married.

“And how dare you, you male chauvinistic dog,” she jokes as she puts her arm around my neck and pulls me closer to her.

“I joke! You know that in real life, you’re the one calling all the shots and owning me,” I say as I gaze into her loving eyes.

“And you love it,” she giggles.

“As much as I love owning you.”

She slaps me playfully as we both laugh.

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