Page 40 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

Her mouth is exquisite, her rhythm perfect. I feel pre-cum leak from my tip, and she adjusts, using it to slicken her movements further.

“That’s good,” I say, my voice rougher than intended.

She doesn’t respond, doesn’t change her pace. Just continues working my cock with single-minded focus.

I open my eyes to watch her, and the sight nearly finishes me... her lips stretched around my girth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks, her eyes downcast in submissive concentration.

And then my hips thrust up involuntarily. She places a firm hand on my thigh, trying to control my movements, but it’s too late. I rip past her boundaries, wrap my fingers tightly in her hair, and start fucking that sexy mouth of hers.

But somehow I manage to stop myself. I lay back, forcing myself to completely relax. She pauses a moment, pulling away, gasping, catching her breath, then gives me a dirty look before wrapping her lips around my girth yet again.

For some reason that look almost makes me cum right there.

As she works me, I find myself getting close. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls tightening. Her rhythm remains steady, relentless.

“I’m going to cum,” I warn her, offering her the chance to finish with her hand.

She pauses only long enough to say, “That’s the point,” before resuming her efforts with increased intensity.

I find the fact that she doesn’t pull away so fucking hot that I cum right there.

The orgasm hits me harder than expected, crashing through my body in powerful waves. I groan, fighting to keep my hands from grabbing her head as I pulse into her mouth. She doesn’t pull away, swallowing everything I give her without hesitation.

Only when I’m completely spent does she finally release me, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand.

“Obligation fulfilled,” she says simply, rising to her feet in one graceful motion.

I stare at her, caught between satisfaction and confusion. My body feels relaxed, tension drained away, but something uncomfortable lingers in my chest. My cock is still throbbing between my legs, hungry for more.

Hungry forher.

“That’s it?” I ask before I can stop myself.

She raises an eyebrow. “The clause requires your physical release. You received it. What more were you expecting?”

She glances at my fully erect, pulsing cock, wanting her,needingher, and her eyes momentarily widen in surprise. But then she masks the expression and looks away.

I pull up my boxers and jeans, fastening them while I search for an answer that doesn’t make me sound like an asshole. I come up empty.

Meanwhile my cock is still pulsing painfully in my now too-tight pants.

“Nothing. That was... thorough.”

“I believe in meeting my contractual obligations completely,” she says, stepping toward the door in clear dismissal. “Day Fourteen is twelve days from now. I’ll mark my calendar.”

The clinical reminder grates against my nerves. “You know, most women would’ve shown at least some emotion during that experience.”

A flash of anger crosses her face, the first real emotion I’ve seen tonight. “Most women aren’t being paid to perform sexual acts as part of a business arrangement. Did you want me to fake enthusiasm too? Would that have made it better for you?”

Her words hit with unexpected force. She’s right, of course. This was my idea. My clause. My terms. I have no right to expect anything beyond exactly what she provided.

“No,” I say finally. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Good. Then if there’s nothing else, I really do have those projections to review.”

I move toward the door, pausing with my hand on the knob.

“Thank you,” I say awkwardly, not sure what the proper etiquette is for this fucked-up situation.

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