Page 62 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

This time, I’m merciless. No teasing, no drawn-out games. My tongue flicks the head of his cock, tasting salt and restraint. His hips jerk, but I pin him down with a hand on his stomach.

His muscles quiver beneath my palm. I take him deeper, faster, hollowing my cheeks until his groans fill the room. This time I don’t dare look at him, or dare smirk.

His fingers thread through my hair,tightening, but he doesn’t steer, doesn’t push.

“Tatiana—fuck.” His curse unravels into a growl as I swirl my tongue, dragging him to the edge.

When he finally cums, it’s with a raw, guttural sound that sears through me. The first pulse hits my tongue, bitter and primal. I press down, taking every drop, swallowing every pulse, every shudder, until he’s spent and slumping back against the bed.

I lean away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

His chest heaves, eyes half-lidded but sharp, tracking my every move as I rise to my feet.

“Clause fulfilled,” I say, but my voice trembles, betraying me. I just want him to leave so I can masturbate and find my own release.

He catches my wrist before I can retreat. “Liar.” His thumb grazes the frantic pulse at my inner wrist. “You didn’t do this for the contract.”

My gaze drops to his cock. It’s still hard as ever, throbbing like he wants me all over again.

I swallow uneasily. “Dom, I—”

He releases me, and his hand slides underneath the waistband of my pajamas, finding me wet through the silk of my panties. “Your body says we’re not done. Look at how wet you are for me.”

I arch into his touch, a small moan escaping me. “Dom, I—”

“Let me taste you,” he interrupts, already moving down my body, pushing my silk jammies down, along with the panties beneath them.

I make no move to escape him.

When his mouth finds me, all thoughts of contracts and clauses and the temporary nature of our marriage vanish.

He rotates my body so I’m sitting on the bed. His tongue works expertly, circling my clit before dipping lower, teasing my entrance. My hands fist in the sheets, my head falling back.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks against my most intimate flesh, the vibration of his words sending shockwaves through me.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I gasp, arching against his mouth, pressing my clit into those devastating lips.

He chuckles, the sound reverberating through me, then bites down on my inner thigh. I groan.

He focuses on my pussy again, teasing, probing. When his fingers join his tongue, curling inside me to find that perfect spot, I come undone. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my body tensing and trembling as I cry out his name.

“Dom!”

Before I can recover, he’s put on a condom (where the hell did he getthatfrom?), and positioning himself between my legs. The head of his cock presses against my entrance. It’s throbbing hard as ever, as if he hasn’t had sex in years, when in actuality I just drained him moments ago.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands. “Tell me you want me inside of you.”

I look up at him, at the intensity in his eyes, the barely controlled need.

This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea.

“I want this,” I whisper. “I want you. So fucking badly.”

He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming.

Stretching, burning, perfect.

“Fuck,” he groans, stilling for a moment. “You feel incredible. I could cum right now.”

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