before he dipped his head and kissed my second, bare nipple.
I groaned anew, my legs spreading on instinct as my pussy throbbed. Chris got down to business, sucking and laving at first one nipple and then the other.
I groaned, arching, aching for him. “I need…”
“You need these off,” Chris said, sliding my pants off.
His hand slid south and then up, following the path of my inner thigh.
I swear the man gave a shudder of pure want when his fingers hit my panties. “You’re so wet.”
“All for you, fake husband.”
His gaze met mine again, and I knew we were of one mind. At least, for this. He started tugging my panties down, making me moan.
With a grin that could only be described as devilish, Chris edged himself down until he was between my legs. I could hear myself breathing harshly and gave a little cry as his first breath puffed against my pussy.
It was only a moment later—but it felt like hours—when I finally felt his first touch on me. His fingers spread my pussy lips and his pointed tongue swiped over my clit.
I moaned, widening my legs to give him all the access he needed.
With a grin, Chris settled between them and got to work.
His tongue felt like magic against me. It was as if he knew without being told how to please me best. Short, rough darts of his tongue were followed by languid licks that soothed my buzzing nerves.
Clutching the bedsheets, I felt myself flying high. It wasn’t long until I was close to climax.
“Chris,” I panted, wanting to give the man some warning. But my next few words were cut off as he used that delicious tongue on me again, lapping me up like he was enjoying a delicious treat. “Chris! I—oh! Oh!” Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, one after the other.
I rode through the waves and was not quiet about it. From my sung praises, the man should surely get the hint I had orgasmed.
But he kept going.
Every encounter was different, but usually I was a little… oversensitive right after my orgasm. For some reason, today my pussy decided to pass Go on oversensitivity.
With Chris’s lips massaging my clit, I found my pleasure building again.
I moaned loudly; I was alight from the inside out, and there was a pool of pleasure inside of me that was about to break free.
My second orgasm took me, even stronger than the first. Crying out, I rode his face through it, dimly aware that my legs were practically clamping down on his head. I was gone… so gone that I did not even register that darkness was gathering at the corners of my vision until I was out like a light.
34
Chris
Beep! Beep!
“Turn off,” I mumbled, snuggling into the warm nest of blankets I had wrapped around myself.
I should get up. Good billionaires woke up early. Today I was going to start being a better businessman. Today.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I fumbled for the snooze button. Instead, I grabbed a soft handful of some sort of stuffed animal.
“What the hell?” I sat up. It took me a moment to remember where I was. Had I gone home with someone after the party?
Also add “stop drinking so much” to the self-improvement list.
But I had been trying to numb my desire for Grace…
The nest of blankets sat up.
“I’m going to kill that man!”
“Well, shit.”
Grace took a look at me and screamed. Then she looked down, saw her bare chest, and screamed again, scratching for the blanket.
“Why are you in my house?”
“This is my house!” I reminded her.
“You’re in my room!”
“Yeah,” I said, picking up one of the food pillows. “These are surprisingly comfy, by the way. Also, I’ll never be able to look at this stuffed taco plushy again without thinking about how you almost broke my neck when you came.”
She turned red. “Sorry. I have a lot of muscle mass under there from hiking all my gear to weddings.”
“It was super hot,” I assured her.
“It’s not happening again.”
“No, I insist,” I said. “I want you squeezed around my cock like that.”
She threw the comforter over her head.
“This was a terrible idea! They’re not going to grant us an annulment! When the judge asks me if I’ve ever had sex with my husband, I’m going to have to say yes.”
“This wasn’t sex,” I scoffed. “I didn’t even get off. You came twice then fell asleep.”
“So you think we can still get an annulment?” She peeked out from under the comforter.