Page 46 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef

Epilogue – Dylan

My wife is aboutto learn there are no limits to the lust and chemistry between us. I should tell her she might not be able to walk right after I’m done withher.

We’re supposed to be flying over the Atlantic, but that can wait. This trip can only start when Emily knows that by marrying me, life will always be full of surprises. Most of them as sexy and kinky asfuck.

She looks down at her wedding gown on the floor, pooled around her off-white designerstilettos.

“Keep the shoes on, beautiful,” I tell her, kissing down her back as I undo the long row of hooks of herbustier.

“Anything else?” she moans out the question, her mind already somewhere else, her ass pressed up against my cock until she’s bent over the kitchencounter.

“No. Everything else comes off. And let your hair down too. I want to have something to hold while I fuck you frombehind.”

She hums out a sexy moan, doing precisely what I tellher.

Fucking her here like this has been on my mind for weeks. I’ve taken her here before, but not like this. Not as my wife, and never surrounded by her favorite flowers while I remove something old, new, borrowed and blue from herbody.

She loves her kitchen, and she loves me. Claiming her here is my way of showing her she belongs tome.

As her body lowers even further for me to remove the last few hooks. I can’t keep my eyes off her ass, grinding against me, making me so fuckinghard.

The late evening light starts to die down, making the remaining light cast shadows across her back and where our bodiestouch.

I let the bustier drop to the floor, and she moans, grasping the edge of the counter in a white-knucklegrip.

Waiting forme.

Full ofanticipation.

Still completely dressed from head to toe, I release my cock from my open zipper and position it between her upper thighs. I bury into her, driving every inch as far as it’llgo.

She whimpers and angles her neck to one side, not quite meeting my eyes, but close. “Dylan.”

The way she calls my name through her pleasure does more to me than she’ll ever know. I move my hips, jerking a little, entering and pulling back, over and over. Her hips push back to meet me, each time sending wicked jolts through my system. My hands travel up the sides of her body and cup her breasts as they bounce to our motion. I circle her nipples with the pads of my thumbs, thrusting in further,harder.

She cries out my name again. She’s close. So close to hitting her peak. I move one hand from her nipple to her mound and lift her hood, zeroing in on her clit. That sends her ass slamming back into my cock, harder and harder each time until her body shakes through her firstorgasm.

I kiss her shoulder as her shaking body calms, but I don’t stop. I plan to summon every ounce of pleasure from her body before wefinish.

Pulling out of her for just a moment, I turn her to face me. I lift her to sit on the cold surface of the counter. Her eyes meet mine. Without a word, she parts her thighs and wraps her legs around me, her stiletto heels digging into my back. Her arms curve around my neck, and with the little energy reserve she still has, she lifts herself off the table, hovering her ass inches aboveit.

With a slight tilt of her hips, she positions my tip at her slickness. Then she lowers down my length. All the waydown.

“Fuck” I groan and grab two handfuls of her ass, steadying her, taking back control. My jaw clenches tight. “You’re full of surprisestoo.”

“I am,” she whispers at the whorl of my ear. “Like the magic I put into mycooking.”

We’ve got all night and the rest of our lives to make this magiclast.