Page 71 of Doctor Billionaire's Surprise Baby

"Please, Hugo. I need you inside me," I begged, desperate to feel him fill me completely and allowing my mind to let go of any control I thought I had over my body.

"I live to please," he whispered breathily into my ear. The warmth of his words shot straight to my clit, and made me shudder in anticipation.

With a deep groan, he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in with one smooth thrust. I gasped at my wetness meeting his delicious fullness while my walls stretched to accommodate his thick length. We fell into a rhythm, each stroke driving deeper and harder than the last.

"God, you feel amazing. I want to fuck you forever. Sometimes we will make love and sometimes we will fuck, but today, baby, I owe you a little bit of everything," he growled, sweat beading on his brow as our bodies collided. The sound of our moans filled the room, echoing off the walls like a sinful symphony.

As our climax approached, I could feel the coil in my belly tightening, threatening to snap. Hugo's pace became frenzied, his cock pounding into me relentlessly.

"Come, Simone," he commanded, his voice strained with effort.

It was all I needed to hear; my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in a torrent of ecstasy. Moments later, Hugo followed suit, his seed spilling into me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

In the aftermath, we lay entwined, our breathing gradually returning to normal. The connection between us had grown stronger, the trust and intimacy forged in our passionate embrace.

As I lay in Hugo's arms, I knew that our lives were back on track. Our reconciliation had set us on a path toward a future filled with love, understanding, and unwavering support for one another. And for the first time in a long while, I felt at peace.

As we continued to hold each other, I noticed a shift in our demeanor. Our hushed voices and tentative body language gave way to a more relaxed and open posture. We leaned into each other with ease, the tension between us dissipating with every word exchanged.

"Simone," Hugo whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "That was the fuck. I want to make love to you now."

"God, Hugo," I breathed, feeling my own longing surge in response to his admission. "Make love to me."

Our eyes locked, and the room seemed to pulse with unspoken yearning. The dim evening light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow on Hugo's face, accentuating the lustful glint in his eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Hugo's hand reached out to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple as it hardened beneath his touch.

"Ah, fuck," I moaned softly, my body responding to his caress with an electric shiver.

"Do you mind?" he asked, gesturing toward the stereo system in the corner.

"Of course," I replied, curiosity piqued by his request.

Hugo crossed the bedroom, his cock still at full mast. I smiled, remembering how it had just made me cry out, and I felt myself get wet once again. He bent down and selected a slow, sultry instrumental track that filled the space with an intoxicating melody. As the music played, he approached me once more, his movements deliberate and seductive.

"Let's dance," he murmured, taking my hand in his, pulling me up, and placing his other arm around my waist. We swayed together, our bodies pressed close, naked as sin, our breath mingling as we moved in time with the rhythm of the song.

"Simone, I need you to know something," Hugo said, his voice barely audible above the music. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I'm terrified, but I'm also so excited to see where this goes."

"Me too," I admitted, my heart pounding in my chest. "It's scary, but it feels so right."

As we danced, our bodies seemed to communicate on a deeper level than mere words could ever convey. Each brush of his fingers against my naked skin sent shivers down my spine, and every time our eyes met, it was as if our souls were reaching out to one another.

"Simone," Hugo whispered into my ear, his breath hot and urgent. "Please, let me make love to you."

"Yes," I replied, my voice trembling with desire. "Take me, Hugo. I want to be loved by you."

Our dance transitioned into a slow, sensual exploration of each other's bodies, our hands roaming freely as we sought to satisfy the burning need that had ignited between us. And as we surrendered to our passions, I knew without a doubt that our love would continue to grow stronger – driven by our unyielding desire for one another.

Our lips met, and the urgency of our desire was impossible to ignore. We stumbled toward the bed, our mouths still lockedtogether, hands hungrily exploring each other's bodies. Hugo's strong arms lifted me off my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the heat radiating from his hard cock pressing against my soft, wet pussy.

"Simone, I need you so badly," he groaned, carefully setting me down on the bed. His eyes were dark with lust, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze as it traveled over every inch of my exposed skin.

"Then take me, Hugo. I'm yours," I whispered, spreading my legs invitingly.

His fingers trailed along my inner thighs, a teasing touch that left goosebumps in their wake. As Hugo leaned in to taste my swollen clit, my body trembled with anticipation. The sensation of his tongue sliding against my sensitive flesh was indescribable – hot, wet, and maddeningly slow. My moans grew louder with every flick and swirl, and when he finally slid two fingers inside me, I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.

"I can never get enough of you, Simone," he murmured, pumping his fingers in and out of me. "I can't wait to be inside you again.”

"Please, Hugo. I need you inside me now," I begged, my body aching for release.

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