Page 135 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“That was just the beginning,” I promise her, reaching for the bedside drawer. I pull out a condom, tearing the foil with my teeth.

She takes it from me, sitting up.

“Let me,” she says, and rolls the latex over my cock with deliberate slowness.

I hiss through my teeth at the feeling of her hands on me.

Once the condom is in place, I push her back down, positioning myself at her entrance.

“Tell me you want this,” I demand, the head of my cock nudging against her. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” she says without hesitation, her hands running up my arms to my shoulders. “I’vealwayswanted you.”

The admission hits me harder than I expected.

I push into her in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation.

“Fuck,” I mutter, resting my forehead against hers. “You feel so fucking amazing.”

I begin to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. This isn’t about rushing to completion. This is about savoring every second, every sensation. This is about making her remember me long after we’ve signed those annulment papers.

I hook one arm under her knee, changing the angle, pushing deeper. She gasps, her nails digging into my back.

“Mine,” I growl against her ear, emphasizing the word with a particularly deep thrust. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasps, meeting each of my thrusts with a lift of her hips. “I’m yours.”

The words send a surge of possessive pleasure through me. I increase the pace, driving into her with more force. The headboard begins to knock against the wall, the sound a counterpoint to our labored breathing and Tatiana’s increasingly loud moans.

“Touch yourself,” I command, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine. “I want to feel you cum around my cock. Touch yourself now!”

She frantically slips a hand between us, her fingers desperately finding her clit. I watch her face as she works herself, her eyes half-closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Show me how you like it. Show me!”

Her movements become more frantic as she gets closer. I can feel her tightening around me, her inner walls gripping me like a vise.

“Dom,” she pants. “I’m going to...”

“Wait!” I demand, my voice rough with exertion. “Look at me.”

She stops touching her clit and her eyes fly open, locking with mine. The connection is almost too intense, too intimate. For a moment, I consider looking away, breaking that dangerous link.

But I can’t. I’m captivated by the sight of her falling apart beneath me.

“Please...” she begs.

“Wait...” I remain absolutely motionless. Drawing out both of our releases.

“I can’t...” she says.

“Youcan,” I tell her.

I let the moment drag out.

Then I smile cruelly. “Okay. Go.”

She looks down at herself and begins working her clit again.

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