Page 64 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“It’s also locked,” he said, trying to open the door awkwardly while also holding me aloft.

“Um, it’s a smart cottage. You insisted on that.”

I gestured toward the screen set into the wall beside the door.

“Oh, right. Door, open.”

The door lock popped, and then the door swung open mechanically. I guess it wasn’t as quaint as it looked after all.

Inside, I was treated to a cozy den with a fire already built in the huge natural stone hearth. A faux bearskin rug lay in front of it, looking so inviting I couldn’t stand it.

“Would you like to see the pool out back? Or maybe the fully stocked kitchen—”

In response, I kissed him hard. He kissed me back, carrying me over to the bearskin rug. He knelt down, never breaking our lip lock, and laid me on the rug.

I smiled up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. The V at his neck split wider, revealing his chiseled, tanned physique. I reached up and caressed his exposed skin with my gloved hand. Evan doffed his shirt, and as he slid it off his shoulders I went to work on his belt buckle.

I undid his trousers, and then he stood up so I could pull them off. His cock sprang into view, already hard and pointed up at me.

I caressed his cock with my gloved hand, knowing the satiny feel would be amazing. He made a sexy groan and caressed the back of my head. I knew what he wanted so I gave it to him. He totally deserved it. Evan loved me so much and I wanted to return the favor. I wanted him to feel as loved as I did.

I took the tip of his cock inside of my mouth, carefully holding his gaze as I did so. I could feel his pulse throbbing in my mouth as I slid my tongue along the underside of his crown. He moaned, his eyes squeezing shut as I suckled gently.

He was so turned on, it didn’t take much. I barely stroked his rod three times before he came in my mouth. A little bitdribbled down my chin, and he heroically wiped it off with his handkerchief.

“You are so beautiful.”

“I bet you say that to all the women you’ve married who are on their knees with your cock in their mouth.”

He laughed and caressed my cheek lovingly.

“You don’t have it in your mouth at the moment.”

“That can be remedied.”

I took his cock back into my mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a deep groan as I slid my tongue all along the underside of his crown.

“I love that so much,” he gasped. “I love you so much.”

I melted at his words, but his cock only grew harder and harder. I reached up with my free hand and cradled his balls. Evan’s eyes squeezed shut as he tilted his head back. His hand went to the back of my head, fingers interweaving with my hair.

“You’re so good at that, my sweet,” he cried.

Only because he deserved it. I wanted to make him feel good, because he made me feel good. Every hour of every day.

I never would have thought that the ice-cold Evan Jones I’d met all that time ago would turn into this sensual, passionate, and loving being. I supposed it was as my friend Jennifer said. It wasn’t that Evan changed into this man. It was more that he was always this man on the inside. I just helped coax the real Evan Jones to the surface.

I came off his crown, gasping for air. I kept my hands busy, stroking his shaft with one and fondling his sack with the other. His eyes met my own, and I loved the way he looked at me. Like I was his dream come true.

I ran my tongue along the side of his shaft, teasing him a little before I plunged the crown back into my mouth. I let go of hisshaft and slowly took as much of his length as I could. I kept eye contact up until the very end, when he went in fully deep and I gagged a little.

I came off of him and grinned, again catching my breath.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”

I went after his missile, but he leaned me back onto the rug instead.

“I’d rather put it someplace else.”

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