Page 58 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“I’ve been such a good girl,” I gasped. “I came here to sign the divorce papers and everything and didn’t complain. I so deserve it.”

“You so deserve it, what?”

“I so deserve it, sir!” I was about to explode. I was so fucking close to climax at that moment. If he ruined my orgasm, I would probably throw him out the window.

“I agree. You deserve all the pleasure I can give you, and then some.”

His tongue rolled up my clit with one big, heavy lick. My mouth flew open as I sucked in a ragged gasp of air. I let it out as a long, undulating sigh as he continued to ply his tongue on my clitoral hood.

Evan leaned forward a bit more and enveloped my clitoris in his mouth. He suckled, making delighted sounds with great gusto. I felt the pressure building up as I was pushed along toward the precipice of a truly thunderous orgasm.

Evan suckled my clitoris as he worked three fingers into my pussy. I was so wet, so eager to have him inside of me that they slipped right in. He hooked his fingers up in a way that pushed the back of my clit into his mouth.

“Oh God,” I cried, gritting my teeth and groaning as he worked me into a frenzy. “I’m going to come, I’m gonna co—”

I sucked in air like a drowning person breaking the surface of the sea. Once my lungs were full, I let it out as a piercing scream that made my own ears ring. I rode the tumultuous blast of delight emanating from my pussy. Again and again contractions seized my entire body, the epicenter in my clitoris.

I screamed my voice hoarse until I flopped back onto the desk and writhed about like a worm on a hot sidewalk. My gyrations caused a pile of papers to flutter off the desk onto the floor, but I don’t think either of us exactly gave a damn. I know I didn’t. All I knew, all I could think about, was how good it felt to cum again and again from Evan’s lustful ministrations.

Evan undid his fly, and I laughed helplessly as he dragged his big, throbbing cock free. I sat on the edge of the desk and reached for it, stroking my hand along the shaft.

“It looks like you’re really into eating my pussy,” I said. It was my turn to purr.

“I’m even more into stuffing you full of this hard cock.”

Evan pushed the head of his member between the dripping wet folds of my body. My eyes squeezed shut as he stretched me withhis cock. When it went in all the way I let out a long moan, my hands kneading his chest muscles like an amorous cat.

“Oh God, it feels so good to have you inside of me,” I gasped.

“I love being inside of you. I love you.”

He thrust, and my mouth flew open in a sharp cry. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles right above his buttocks. I held on for dear life, trying to get him as deep inside of me as possible. I was so super turned on by the orgasms and the pussy eating that my sensitivity was way down.

He went at me with hard, gliding strokes of his cock. His face became a mask of desire and concentration. I could tell he was trying not to come. He wanted to make me come again first.

I made it hard for him. I pulled him into me, and my pussy got in on the act. Every contraction seemed to try and draw him deeper inside of me.

Evan threw back his head and cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as he came hard. He filled me up with his hot, sticky seed, and then his cock just throbbed like mad. I came hard, screaming so many times that I got light-headed from lack of breath. I wound down into a shivering puddle of delighted, satisfied cuddliness.

Evan held me in his arms and kissed me tenderly.

Then, he suddenly pulled away from me, and I opened my eyes. I fell into the limpid pools of his gaze, feeling the warmth and affection that enveloped my soul. Evan’s eyes blazed like the sun as words erupted from his throat in a spontaneous volley.

“I love you, Amanda.”

My breath caught in my throat. I felt a thousand butterflies taking flight in my stomach. It was something I’d never thought a woman like me would hear from a man like him. But I knew it to be true.

“I love you, too,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Chapter 22

Evan

My knee bounced under my desk because I brimmed with nervous energy. I kept checking the time obsessively, even though I knew that I had an alarm set to give me plenty of warning before I had to leave.

I had my laptop, my desktop, three tablets and my cellphone all spread out on my desk. Every one of them had a different report I was trying to correlate. It was hard to concentrate on work with what was coming later that evening. If I’d been able to, I’d have just given up on work and left the office for a while. But there’s no rest for the wicked, or so they say.

Jenna entered my office, her brows knit together with worry. I set down one of my tablets and cocked an eyebrow at her.

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