Page 74 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Sonya moans lovingly, “Fuck! Yes, Grant. Give it to me!”

I oblige and fuck her deep and one hard, quick thrust. Her eyes are wide open along with her mouth as she stares at me, as if not able to believe what I just did to her. Well, honey, you better believe it.

I slowly take my cock out of her cunt, enjoying her muffled moans and wet flesh. And once again, I thrust quick and deep inside her.

“Dammit, Grant! Stop teasing me!” Sonya moans. “Give it to me. Hard!”

With her blessing, I let loose and ramp up the pace. Sonya wraps her arms around my back and digs her nails deep into it. I love the stinging sensation and proceed to fuck her even harder.

The creaking noise our bed makes now sounds like a DJ playing on his turntables, which even turns me on.

Sonya’s face is in pain but moans in carnal pleasure. I decide to lift her legs up on her shoulders before fucking her hard again, this time allowing me to really go deep on her. I stare into her eyes as my cock kisses the walls of her uterus.

Some of our juices even flow down to her face as I go in and out of her. She opens her mouth wide as she licks off the drops of our passionate lovemaking.

“Fuck, I love it when you get freaky, Sonya,” I say with difficulty in breathing, edging way past my limit.

“I love you more, Grant,” she replies with love in her eyes. I feel the love penetrates deep inside my soul and warms me up inside.

“I love you too, Sonya,” I say as I reach my maximum pace as my cock is pulsating wildly inside of her.

“Let it all out inside me!” Sonya moans.

“Fuck!” I shout before giving it one final hip thrust inside Sonya, and orgasm inside her hot pussy. My cock squirts for three more times inside of her before I limp back down on the bed beside Sonya.

We both smile and laugh as her eyes grow heavy as I again thank the universe for giving me the chance to make me feel as good as she makes me feel.

And once again, the Goddess sleeps.

Thirty-Five

Sonya

“Mrs. Fields! We’ve already selected the models for your spring collection,” Dorothy, one of my assistants, informs me.

“That’s great, Dorothy. Please have their files sent to my office. I would like to personally review them. Also, as I’ve told you a million times, please call me Sonya. Mrs. Fields is reserved for Gloria,” I tell her.

She smiles.

“Right. Sorry, Sonya,” she says before setting out to do her tasks for the day.

“Oh, Sonya! There you are. I just wanted to tell you that we already booked Spazio Cavallerizze in Milan for the releasing of your spring collection,” Andy, another one of my assistants, says in a hurry.

“Fantastic job, Andy,” I tell her.

She beams at my compliment.

“It’s no problem, Sonya. If you’ll excuse me, I need to coordinate with some of the staff about fashion week,” she scampers away in a hurry.

I smile, knowing how lucky I am to have two hard-working assistants by my side. I make sure to acknowledge them properly so that they won’t feel overlooked as I did.

If they play their cards right, a promotion will be right around the corner for both of them if they ever want it.

Running the company with Grant is quite the experience. It gives me a sense of empowerment but also reminds me that we are responsible for our staff. As such, Grant and I respect each of our employees.

We give credit where credit is due, so a lot of our staff are happy to work for us.

You’d also think that with all the charities that we’ve got, we’ll be hard-pressed for cash, but no. There really are a lot of good people in the world. We have plenty of investors who willingly donate for our cause. They’ve helped keep the charities going.

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