Page 29 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Her moan resonates all around her room, making me even harder.

“Grant, I love it rough,” Sonya tells me as she looks back at me with her puppy dog eyes, begging for me do as she asks.

Ask, and ye shall receive.

I grab Sonya’s dainty waist and throw her on the bed. Her body bounces twice on her bed before she settles down.

Crap. Was that too much? I thought. But the predatory nature in her eyes told me the opposite. Sonya loves it, which makes my cock unbearably erect. The gloves, or in this case, the underwear are off.

I remove my remaining piece of underwear, finally relieving the pressure on my pulsating cock. I stroke it a few times as I gander at Sonya’s beautiful silhouette on her bed. The next thing I know, I hop unto bed with her, her skin like a magnet to mine.

With one hand stroking my rock-hard cock, the other hand once again explores Sonya’s curves and reaches deep down her panties. She’s dripping wet, which coincides with her lustful stare. With bated breath, I rub the tip of my cock on her pussy.

“Wait,” Sonya says. But I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long that I can’t help myself.

Sonya and I moan in carnal ecstasy as I am finally inside her.

“This is what I need. You,” Sonya exclaims.

“Sonya,” I respond. “You feel amazing.”

“Give it to me,” she commands, her voice carried a weight of firmness and strength.

What else can I do but oblige her request?

I slowly move out of her, and Sonya’s body responds by massaging my cock as I pull out.

Christ, she’ll be the death of me, I thought to myself. This is so addicting.

As I push my hips into her with one quick hard thrust, Sonya lets out the dirtiest moan that I’ve ever heard in my life, which is terrible because my cock is already in its limit.

Slow down, Grant. I try to tell myself. But my body no longer responded to my command. It had only one purpose now, to become one with Sonya. To make her feel as good as much as she made me feel.

In and out, my cock goes on Sonya’s dripping pussy. I fondle her bouncing breasts as I kiss her neck. The squeaking bed was getting loud that it may have woken Sonya’s neighbors five rooms away.

But there was no stopping us now. Sonya’s already drooling while her nails make quick work of my back, substituting it for a scratch post. The pain mixes easily with the pleasure of shooting up from her warm crotch up to my brain.

“Yes, Grant,” Sonya moans. I love knowing that she’s pleased as fuck. Which triggers my body to go all-out.

As I’m ramming her pussy as fast as I can, I mutter to her, “Fuck, Sonya. I’m almost at my limit.”

She responds to something, but I wasn’t listening anymore. A bomb of pleasure was about to go off.

And just as Sonya’s body stiffens and arches, a wave of delicious sexual pleasure floods my brain. I pull out and release all of my hot love all over Sonya’s sweaty body.

I fall exhausted next to her. My mind is already fading away into dreamland, but I manage to tell her a quick joke about something she said before I went inside her apartment.

We laugh, and we fall asleep.

The next thing I remember is the morning sunlight piercing my eyes. I quickly get up and close the curtains before the sun can destroy the peaceful slumber of anyone else in the room.

Sonya breathes ever so slightly, with a small grin on her face. Her hair may be as messy as the bed we just made love in, but I only find her just as beautiful as the day I met her, which was with my mother.

Oh, fuck. What am I going to do now?

I just realized that my feelings for Sonya were more than just a one night stand, not an amicable situation with someone you work with. Especially if that someone is working with the president of the company, which also happens to be my mother.

And what am I supposed to do with Sonya and her child once I do get to inherit the company?

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