Page 35 of The Billionaire and His Forever

“Yes.” She breathes the word out, so sexy and sultry. There is something exceptionally delicious about the way she’s both half asleep and aroused. It makes her throaty and lusty.

“Tell me more.” I suck gently at her earlobe. “Or should I guess?” Her response is only more moans as I continue to play with her, getting more aggressive with her as she gets louder. I drop my voice to match the huskiness in hers. “Let’s see…I assume it was something naughty, and something you like very much. Was I going down on you?”

“Mmm.” She nods slightly.

“You like that, do you?” I slip another finger into her and plunge deep, watching her jaw fall open slightly. Her eyes haven’t opened, but her body is fully awake now as she grinds into me and my hand.

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” she whispers.

My cock is raging now, the precum at my tip wetting the crack of her ass, but I exercise restraint. Even though I know I could easily enter her from behind, then roll her onto her stomach and fuck her until we’re both coming our brains out, this isn’t about me feeling good. This is for Abbie. So I slide my other arm underneath her and give her nipples some much-needed attention as well.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” I whisper in her ear. “I can’t wait for you to be mine.”

She shivers. “I’m already yours. And you’re mine.”

Her breath catches in her throat as I pinch her nipple hard. She’s so turned on, so on edge. My poor cock is throbbing, but I enjoy this so much.

“Always,” I agree.

She reaches behind her under the blanket, trying to get a grip on my cock. I shift so she can get her hand on it, and she murmurs her approval as she finally achieves her goal.

“Shh, enough of that,” I say as she starts stroking. “This is about you getting off, love.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” she whispers, giving me a squeeze.

I let out a moan before regaining control of myself. “You’re plenty of fun enough.”

Abbie laughs softly, but it quickly turns into a throaty sound as I shift our bodies so that she’s on her back and I’m on my side next to her, my fingers still thrusting into her. When she spreads her legs, I add a third finger, pumping into her harder and deeper by the second. I don’t know if she’s ever been this wet before.

“Yes,” she pants, her head tilted back in ecstasy.

I dip my head down to suck on her right nipple, and it’s the magic key that unlocks her. She grips my forearm with both of her hands for support and rides my fingers faster and faster, gasping and moaning until she breaks. Just the sound of her coming breaks down my walls.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. “I love you.”

Her eyes snap open. “Let me suck you off. Please. It’s our wedding day.”

Who am I to deny my future wife such a request? Abbie is still coming off her high, but she rushes at me, taking in every inch of me with her hot, hungry mouth. I’m already so turned on that it’s barely a minute later before my orgasm rockets through me, so much more powerful than the one I just had in the shower. I paint the back of her throat with hard spurts of cum, gritting my teeth as each wave threatens to send me reeling.

When I finally come down, she sucks me clean and licks her lips with a devilish grin.

“You are going to make a remarkable Mrs. Ratliff,” I tell her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“I’m counting on it,” she replies.

Chapter Fifteen

Abbie

I have not spentmy entire life planning my wedding. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d actually ever get married. Growing up, my parents weren’t exactly shining examples of marital bliss, and almost everyone I know has divorced parents. Even my future husband has been divorced. I’m not opposed to the idea of marriage, of course, but it wasn’t something I thought I’d want for myself.

But now that I’m sitting here mere feet away from my wedding dress, Esmeralda curling my hair to make it look like a 1940s film starlet’s, Jude at my side, everything feels so immensely different. The idea of marrying Graham just seems soright. So natural. When he got down on one knee and proposed, I didn’t even have to think about my answer. Of course I want to spend the rest of my life with him and Jude. I never dreamed it would happen so fast, though.

Jude spins in the vanity chair next to me, babbling a million miles a minute about eighteen different things: horses, the wedding, how pretty the cake is, her dress, if I think she can wear lip gloss for the ceremony, more horses. She’s talking so much I can barely think straight, which is actually a blessing. All the excitement and anticipation is making me jittery, but her upbeat chatter helps to keep me distracted.

What does a happy marriage look like? What do I want it to look like? For me, I think it’s about love that lasts, and emotional stability (though I know having financial stability is also a really big factor, thanks to witnessing my parents’ issues), and mutual support for each other’s personal and professional endeavors. With those things in mind, I cling as tightly as I can to the image of me, Graham, and Jude living happily ever after, and take slow, deep breaths, focusing on what’s most important today: my new family.

“I just think it would be better if we all rode in on horseback,” Jude says, interrupting my thoughts while pawing through my makeup. She picks my favorite palette and holds it up. “What about these colors? It looks like the sunrise.”

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