Page 109 of The Reluctant Billionaire

Then she’s edging forward on her knees and I open my legs as wide as I can, shuffling my arse to the very edge of the bed. I plant my hands behind me so I can move my weight backwards, gazing down and watching in rapt fascination as my wife takes her gorgeous tits in her hands and squishes them around my rock-hard dick in a slick, pillowy cradle that’s total nirvana.

I grit out a strangledfuckas she starts to move, because it’s like nothing else, this.

Being surrounded by her flesh.

Seeing my dick disappear as it’s swaddled in the greatest tits I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing.

Hearing her moans as she wanks me off. Watching her work her tight nipples with her thumbs as she goes.

Having the unique pleasure of my wife bend her beautiful face and stick out that little pink tongue to lick at my angry, desperate crown when I thrust it up near her mouth.

Yeah, I manage to thrust, but she’s doing most of the work here, and it’s a sight I’ll take to my grave. The pleasure building through my balls, my dick, is so great I’m tempted to let my eyes drift closed, but I don’t want to miss a thing.

For some reason, I have a flash of memory. Of Lotta, when I first met her on that volunteer project—high maintenance and inappropriately dressed, but with tits I would have got on my knees for, right from the start. She had me mesmerised from that first day, but I’d never have guessed she’d be kneeling in front of me in our bedroom, my diamonds sparkling on her fingers and my baby growing in her womb, grinding those magnificent, greased-up tits up and down my dick.

The thought has me shuddering extra hard through the next exhale. What she’s doing is perfect—so fucking perfect—but I need to be inside my wife. I crave that closeness. That certain knowledge that she’s mine, and I’m hers, and we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

With restraint I barely knew I possessed, I whisperI want to fuck you, sweetheart, and I haul her up from her knees.

LOTTA

I swear there are tears in Aide’s eyes, and awe on his face, as he sweetly helps me up. He stands with me, holding my slippery boobs and my little baby bump tight against the hardness of his body as he kisses me hungrily.

He gets emotional like this sometimes. More often since I got pregnant. I swear he’s got more pregnancy hormones than I do swirling around in that huge body of his.

But when Aidan Duffy trusts you enough to get vulnerable with you, that’s gold, and there’s no side of him I love more than my giant softie. I take his hungry, adoring kisses as his cock jerks angrily between us, and then I turn and clamber onto the bed, crawling a little further away than is strictly necessary, before I stop on my hands and knees and look over my shoulder.

Yep. The awe is still there. He’s so sweet it kills me.

‘Come get me, honey’ I sing-song, and on he jumps. But instead of ramming his dick straight inside me, as I expected, he crouches behind me, nudging my knees apart, spreading my cheeks with his hands and burying his face in my centre.

Oh Jesus. I am such a lucky bitch.

My husband’s tongue is as taut as it was when he kissed me just now, his licks just as ravenous as he slices through my flesh. He tongue-fucks me for a few seconds before taking pity on me and finding my clit. The sensation of his mouth on me, his beard abrading me, is so perfect I practically shoot off the bed. But the grip of his strong fingers is tight on my bum, so I get my outlet with a low, agonised moan as I attempt to grind my pussy against his face. He chuckles against my flesh, pleased at having reduced me to this, before ramping up his ministrations.

It’s so perfect.God, he’s perfect.His grip eases so his hands can roam over my bum in a way that’s loving and proprietorial in equal measure, and then he truly lets me have it. He slides a couple of fingers inside me, his tongue growing even more taut, and it flicks at my clit with military precision.

I squeeze my eyes closed and collapse down onto my elbows so I can press my fists into my eye sockets as I ride out this orgasm he’s building inside my body. He rewards me with harder finger fucks and a more merciless onslaught against my clit, and I writhe with pleasure in his expert hands, because no one can handle me like my husband.

I won’t last, but I can tell by the ravenous noises he’s making that Aide needs inside me, and quick, so that shouldn’t be a problem. I let my body take over as the heat he’s stoked courses through my body in waves so powerful they suck me under. I’m lost to sensation, but I need more.

‘Fuck me,’ I cry, and immediately he’s on his knees behind me, pushing all the way in with a single, powerful stroke. The feeling of fullness is soright. It’s everything. It’s life-affirming. I stretch my arms out in front of me and claw at the sheets so I can hold steady for him.

I love my husband in every moment, in every way, but nothing else compares to having him inside my body. Nothing compares to him ramming that thick cock home over and over, his huge form hulking over me. I may not be able to see him like this, but I couldn’t feel closer to him. His hairy thighs are between my spread ones, his huge hands are gripping my hips, moving them to meet him every time he bottoms out in me, and, despite my arousal and all the relaxin in my body, his dick is such a tight fit that it feels like the best kind of invasion.

And the friction—the friction, the drag, of his cock in and out of my still-shuddering, still sensitive inner walls is pure perfection. It’s always carnal with Aide. With my caveman.When we’re connected like this, our appetite for each other never seems to wane.

‘Fuck, you’re so beautiful,’ he moans as he thrusts into me. His drives are measured, but he’s not holding back. Every one is perfect. Every one hits the way I need it to. ‘I love you.’Thrust.‘So fucking much.’Thrust.‘My beautiful, amazing wife, who needs it hard.’Thrust. ‘I can’t get enough of you.’Thrust.‘Feel that, sweetheart. Feel your husband’s dick deep inside you.’

Myhot builderkink isn’t my favourite anymore.

My favourite is myhusbandkink. Therefore, whenever Aide says the wordswifeorhusbandwhen he’s fucking me, it unlocks something primitive. Because being fucked by Aide is amazing. I mean, come on. The guy’s a god.

But being fucked by Aide, myhusband, has me spiralling to another plane. I need him on every primitive, elemental level. I need him to claim me with his body just like he did with his heart and his words and his ring and his vows and this baby he’s put in me.

So when he says things like that, it makes everything wind even tighter inside me, and not only because my favourite caveman’s graduated to multi-word sentences when he’s fucking me.

‘Oh my God,’ I gasp, which is far less hot than what he’s saying, but it’s all I’m capable of right now, because the friction is so fucking amazing, and his drives are so powerful they’re obliterating my basic executive function, and all my greedy inner walls can think of ismore, more, more.