Page 57 of Kinks of a Billionaire
I ended the call before he could say another word and locked my eyes on my wife. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her auburn waves fell down her back, tempting me to take her right now and fuck her in every possible position.
Willow stepped in front of me, nudging my legs apart so she could stand between them. “Everything okay?”
“Perfect.” No harm in white lies. I wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to me. My palm came down to her ass, roaming it affectionately.
“Anyone fucked your ass before?”
Her eyes shot to me and she scoffed, turning crimson. “What?”
I smiled smugly. “That’s a no.”
She swallowed. “It’s a no, but why are we having this conversation?”
“I’m going to be your first.” I rubbed her butt cheeks. When she gave me a confused look, I added, “I want to be the first to fuck your ass. I should have been your first everything.”
She gasped, then took her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’ve never…” She trailed off, and satisfaction shot its way through my veins. “I don’t know that you’d fit. You’re quite big.”
The arousal in her voice had my dick twitching.
“We’ll get you a butt plug.” A smile graced her full lips as she came to rest her hands over my shoulders. “Will you be drenched when I fuck your ass?”
“Yes.” Her shallow pants poured raw lust through me and my groin tightened. She attempted to regain composure, but it was a moot point. Both of us were too far gone. “You still haven’t told me what kind of party this is.” Her raspy voice was doing shit to me.
“The kind where people fuck and watch others get fucked.” I leaned closer to her, sinking my teeth around one of her nipples through the material. “Oh, baby, no bra?”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she thrust her chest into my face.
“It’ll give you easier access,” she murmured.
“I can’t wait to fuck you like a good girl while others watch, wishing they were me.”
She pulled back and gulped a few breaths. Her eyes were etched with worry. “R-Royce…”
The need to ravage her slowly dissipated into worry. “If you don’t want that?—”
“I want it all with you,” she said in a soft voice. “I just need to know that you’ll…” She paused, searching for the right words. “That it’ll be just you touching me.”
“Nobody will touch you but me.” The possession in my voice was like a volcano ready to erupt, but it must have been the reassurance she needed. She was fucking mine. And always would be. Just because I didn’t murder Stuart, it didn’t mean I wouldn’t kill anyone who dared touch my wife. “Would you like a preview?”
She shuddered, her arousal drifting into the air between us.
“Yes, please.”
I stood up, spun her around, and bent her over the bed. She glanced over her shoulder as I bunched her dress around her waist. My palm snaked between her legs, yanking her panties off.
She giggled. “Well, those lasted all of two minutes.”
My lips brushed against her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and she moaned.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I grunted. “You’re not going to wash off afterward. I want you walking around with my cum inside you, leaking down her inner thighs.” I slapped her pussy. “Understood?”
She yelped in surprise. “What?—”
“That’s for not acknowledging me.” I slapped her pussy again. “Now, what are you going to do after I fuck you?”
“I’m going to walk around with your cum trailing down my legs,” she moaned, bringing a hand between her legs.
Another slap against her swollen pussy.
