Page 28 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"Oh my God," I say as Grant slowly moves the tiny piece of panty aside.

"Mmm. Someone's already dripping wet. Good," Grant grins slyly.

"Wait," I try to say, but all that I could feel next was Grant penetrating me with his huge cock.

"Fuck!" I scream. "Yes, Grant! This is what I want; this is what I need. You."

Grant looks troubled as he speaks, "God, Sonya. You feel amazing, and I'm losing control."

"Don't tell me, honey. Give it to me," I command.

And Grant obeys, slowly moving his hips until his cock is out and inside me again really skillfully. I feel him trembling inside me, hitting all of the right spots. This time he kisses me and once again puts his loving hands all over my nipples as he makes a mess of my insides as he fucks me hard.

"Yes, Grant," I cry out as he kisses my neck, and my nails are all over his back. His stroke intensifies, and my brain is filled with nothing but pleasure.

"Fuck, Sonya," he whispers in my ear. "I'm almost at my limit."

"M-me too," I try to say while Grant fucks me with a rate that would rival rabbits on steroids.

And just as my body peaked, Grant lets out a moan and spreads his hot cum all over my sweaty body before finally falling next to me in bed.

"Sorry," Grant says as he breathes hard next to me.

"For what?" I ask.

"For not doing what you asked before, I entered your apartment," he says casually.

It takes a minute for me to trace back the events of the night until I finally got his joke.

I playfully slap his face, "Shut up, you smart-ass!"

We laugh until we fall asleep.

Fourteen

Grant

There she is, standing in front of me. Wide-eyed. I’d just given her the toast of a lifetime. I can’t help myself but stray to where she’s standing. And now she’s here, holding her glass of wine that I just filled to the brim. What do I do next?

Kissing her certainly wasn’t part of the plan, but thank God I did it. Her lips are heaven-sent. But she’s not reciprocating.

What do I do? What do I do? Is this sexual assault?

I pull back and ask her if she’s alright. She ignores me and puts the glass of wine on the table.

What is she doing? Is she going to find a knife? I’m dead. I should leave before she calls the cops on me.

But as I step back and head for the door, the strangest things happen, Sonya jumps on me and kisses me hard. Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms around my neck as her passionate lips explore mine.

“Finally,” I utter as Sonya kisses my cheek and neck while hands are unbuttoning my clothes. Her abs must be amazing to be able to do that with her legs wrapped around me, although she does have my hands on her butt to thank for assisting her feat of strength.

But as our kisses grow deeper and deeper, I carry her lovely body back to her bedroom.

As we get inside her room, Sonya puts her feet down back to the floor and tries to close the door quietly. Her figure in the warm moonlight is too appetizing for me to ignore.

As she finally closes the door with great discretion, my naughty hands unzip her gorgeous red dress and quickly removes the clothing off of her. Her bra was the next victim of my serial pleasure.

Finally, my hands reach their intended destination, her firm, erect nipples. Their softness is making me hard as I kiss her neck from behind and push my crotch against her panties.

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