His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Chapter Fourteen Andres

Ellie was spread out across our bed like a carnal banquet, and my mouth watered.

So fucking delicious.

Eating her out was about to make me come in my boxers like a goddamn teenager.

Not doing more than holding my position was fucking killing me, but I needed her to know she was good at this.

I needed her to know she had me, for better or worse. And she could fucking take me anytime she wanted.

See, to me, confidence was the sexiest goddamn thing a woman could wear.

My Ellie might have had some hard knocks, but beneath the painful memories, she was a fucking she-Wolf.

MyLupina.

A fierce motherfucking warrior of a woman who would put herself in danger to protect her son, who had the courage to leave a situation the second it got out of hand.

She was phenomenal. And I wanted her to know it. I fucking needed her to.

Really, I wasn’t complaining. Drinking Ellie’s pleasure from the source was better than I even imagined.

I wanted to stay with my face buried between her thighs for the rest of my fucking life. But my aching cock demanded more.

Feeling her pussy ripple around my fingers and my tongue was like fucking nirvana. I indulged myself with one more long lick from her tight rosebud to her hard little clit.

Goddamn.

I was wild for her.

So hot. So dirty. So good.

She came once, but I wasn’t through with her. Not by a long shot.

Tonight, once wasn’t enough.

“Ready for me, Wife?”

I had to ask. I was thick and long, and I needed her ready to take me. I was too far gone for slow or gentle lovemaking.

Nah. That wasn’t going to work for me.

I needed to fuck my wife. To feel her slippery cunt suck the cum right out of my body.

“Ready to take this dick?”

Her luminous eyes were lust glazed as she nodded her head.

So fucking hot.

Her musky sweet flavors danced across my taste buds as I licked my lips, and I was more than ready to take what was mine.

I slid up her body, memorizing every inch of her as I went. Every dip and curve. Every dimple and freckle.

Goddamn.

She was so fucking soft. Her skin was so warm and pink with desire. I never wanted anyone like I wanted her.

Ellie was perfect.

“Gonna fuck you now, Angel. Gonna make you come on my cock,” I said, waiting for her to nod again before I moved.

My cock was dripping with precum. I couldn’t wait to push between her hot, slick folds. But I did.

“Please,” she begged, and fuck, that was my undoing.

I would never make her wait.

Not when she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

“Fucking perfect,” I grunted and pressed forward, losing myself to the sensation of being inside my sweet wife.

Heat.

Wet, pulsating heat wrapped around me, and I fucking lost all track of time as I seated myself deep within her body.

“Christ, you’re so tight. Need you naked, Angel. Need all your soft skin touching me,” I grunted.

Her tight cunt pulsed around me.

Fuck.

She liked that.

She liked knowing I needed her.

That was good. I didn’t think I’d ever stop needing her.

I groaned as I pushed us further up the bed. I needed her closer. I needed more.

I took her sexy underwear and garters in my grip, and I pulled, tearing them off. I tossed them aside as I rolled the stockings down her legs, helping her kick those off too.

Then I ghosted my hands up her legs, her hips, her belly, her fucking tits. Goddamn. I wanted to touch every inch of her. To lay claim to her.

That Ellie was an active participant, moving to help me, and using her feet to push my boxers all the way off, was icing on the fucking cake.

“Andres,” she moaned my name, raking her nails down my back, and my whole body shivered with need.

My cock was ready to burst the second I slid inside her, but I couldn’t just bust my nut and leave her unsatisfied.

Not tonight. Not ever.

No fucking way.

“I’ve been dying to get back inside your tight cunt ever since that first night,” I said.

“Please,” she begged again.

“You’re so wet for me, Lupina. You been thinking about this too, right? Thinking about how I fucked you on that sofa. You were so fucking hot and soaked for me. That’s it, squeeze me with your cunt. Let me feel how much you want me.”

“I do! I want you so bad,” she whispered, and it was the best damn thing I ever heard.

I kept whispering, kept talking, holding myself still while I told her all the dirty things going through my mind.

I licked a trail from her mouth to her tits, tonguing her cleavage before sucking one tight bud into my mouth.

“These tits are so fucking perfect. They fit right inside my mouth. You love it when I suck them, don’t you? You love my mouth on your body. Tell me.”

“Andres,” she whimpered.

I couldn’t take it anymore, finally, I started moving my hips.

Ellie moaned, her small hands clutching at my shoulders while I slid my cock almost all the way out until just the tip sat inside her clenching walls.

“Tell me you love it when I fuck you,” I demanded.

“I do. I love it when you fuck me. I love your mouth on my body,” she said, finally repeating what I needed to hear.

Ellie scratched at my shoulders, her cunt tightening around the tip of my dick, but I held still.

She whimpered next, and I pressed in a little more, dragging that sound from her lips again.

Fuck. I fucking love hearing her whimper.

“What else do you love, huh? You love it when I tongue fuck this cunt, Wife?”

“Y-yes. I loved it,” she moaned, and I slipped another inch inside her.

“And my dick? You love my dick when I’m buried balls deep inside your soaked little slit?”

“Yes! Yes! Andres please,” she pleaded, gasping as I withdrew again.

“Not Andres. Call me something else.”

“What?”

“Who am I?”

“Y-you’re Andres,” she frowned, trying to flex her hips, enticing me to pound into her hot as fuck sex.

“What am I, Lupina? Who am I, Wife?” I asked again, my growl positively feral.

Her hazel eyes flashed at me. The amber and green swirls were more pronounced in her lust-glazed stare as she finally understood what I wanted.

“You’re my, my husband. My Andres. Please, Husband,” she begged again, sobbing with need.

Pleasure roared in my veins, and I slammed home, going as deep as possible and grinding against her clit.

My husband.

Fuck.

Yes.

I shoved my dick so far inside her, I was almost sure she could fucking taste it.

An image of Ellie on her knees with my cock down her throat flashed through my mind, and I groaned, crashing my lips to hers as I fucked her harder and faster.

“You’re so fucking good. Open up for me. Take every inch. Take it all, Wife.”

I licked into her mouth one more time before moving to my knees, needing the leverage, wanting to see her tits bounce as I pounded into her.

My hands gripped her hips, lifting and tilting her so she was practically sitting on my thighs.

“Are you close, Wife? Are you gonna come all over my cock?”

“Y-yes. Yes, Husband. I’m so close.”

Good. I needed her close. I needed her to fucking explode just like I was going to.

“Touch your clit, Angel. Rub that little bud and come all over my dick. I want your pleasure dripping down my balls,” I told her.

“Oh God, so close,” she moaned.

I knew the language I was using was rough and raw and she wasn’t used to it. But she liked it. I could tell by the way her cunt squeezed me so good with every syllable I uttered.

“Tell me when you come. I want to hear it,” I demanded.

Flexing my hips, I pressed the base of my cock against her clit. Grinding into that tiny little nubbin with precise circular motions.

Swivel. Grind. Flex. Pump.

“Oh yes. Husband, I’m coming. I’m coming!” she shouted.

“That’s it, Wife. Come harder. Keep rubbing that clit till you suck the cum right outta my dick. Fuck, yes, feel me filling you up,” I growled, slamming all the way in.

I threw my head back as a rush of pure fucking pleasure coursed through my veins. Ellie’s hands caught my hips, squeezing as she continued to come.

“Holy fuck, that was,” she whispered eons later when we were both still trying to catch our breath.

“Yeah. It was,” I replied with a grin.

“Andres, I never felt like that. I mean, that was—” she sputtered.

I leaned back, my half-hard cock was still buried inside of her.

“Never? Good. Gimme a few minutes, Wife, and I’ll fuck you like that again.”

Her cunt squeezed me, and I moaned.

My dick turned to steel, and I rocked my hips.

She moaned with me that time.

“Who needs a few minutes?” I muttered.

“You can’t be ready again? That’s not possible,” she said, eyes wide as saucers.

“Not possible? Lupina, I’m so fucking hard for you. Gonna stay buried in this pussy right here all fucking night. That okay with you, Wife?”

She blinked. Licked her lips. Then she nodded.

“Yeah. That’s okay with me.”

I grinned.

I knew Ellie and I were going to be explosive in bed. From the first time I saw her, I had an inkling.

Sure, I wanted more than just sex from her.

I wanted everything.

I wanted her heart.

Her love.

Her loyalty.

But I had to start somewhere. Getting her addicted to my cock was as good a place as any.

Her moans and pants were like music to my ears, and I couldn’t wait to memorize every inch of her hot little body.

She was sensual and earthy, and it was clear to me whoever she’d been with before had neglected that side of her.

Not that I wanted to think about her having sex with anyone else. As far as I was concerned, my wife was a fucking virgin until me.

I know, I know it was a total dickhead thing to think. But what could I say?

From the things we did together, and her reactions to my sensual overtures, it was obvious her past lovers hadn’t been attentive. Hell, Ellie might as well have been a virgin.

I didn’t know whether to pound my chest and roar that I was the one to teach her real pleasure. Or to hunt down the assholes who didn’t provide her with what she deserved.

Maybe I would do both.

I knew men who blamed incompatibility or laziness in bed on the women. But that was bullshit. Sex was natural, and it should be good for everyone involved or not done.

Ellie wasn’t frigid or cold or whatever it was her asshole ex had tried to convince her while placing the blame of his inferior performance on her.

Truth was my wife was fire. She was a dirty little girl.

Seductive. Tempting. Responsive. And so fucking real.

I fucking loved it.

I loved everything about being with her.

I love her.