Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 149: Chapter 149

ELLIE
“What do you need, Angel?”
“You,” she said, licking into my mouth and tugging my bottom lip with her teeth.
I groaned as Ellie moved to her knees on the mattress. I was still standing, so she was at just the right height to tug my briefs down my thighs.
“Andres, I need it,” Ellie whimpered.
I growled and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and pulling it off her perfect tits.
Kneeling on the bed in just her panties, her cheeks flushed and her hazel eyes half-closed with desire. Ellie closed her hand around my cock, her lips parted on a gasp and I fucking ached for her.
She looked like a wet dream come to life.
Fuck.
“Goddamn. Let me taste those tits, Angel. Fuck. Give ‘em here,” I growled.
I lifted her breasts in my hands, testing their weight and loving the feel of them. They were the perfect size. Her pink puckered nipples were just begging me to taste them.
Groaning, I bent my head and sucked one, then the other, into my mouth. Ellie moaned my name, tugging on my hair.
So fucking good.
“Please,” she begged.
I pulled back, allowing her sweet cherry-tipped nipple to pop free from the warm suction of my mouth.
“You want more, Wife? Tell me.”
“I want more, Andres. Please.”
I placed my hand in the center of her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. Her knees were still bent, and I slid them out from under her until they were straight, rubbing my hand over her covered mound, her hips, her thighs, her calves.
Every inch of this woman was made for me.
She was something to worship.
Something to covet and cherish.
But she was also a she-wolf. Fierce and wild.
But sometimes, even an alpha like my woman needed her man to take charge.
“Should I eat you out first, Wife? Lick this sweet cunt until you come on my mouth? Or should I fill you with my dick, take you hard and rough? Tell me.”
“Andres,” she whined.
“What is it, Lupina? Are you wet? Did you ruin your panties? I better take them off and check,” I growled.
I grabbed the material from the sides and yanked them down as far as I could, her splayed legs making it impossible to take them all the way off. Pulling on the tiny little bit of elastic, I ripped her panties off.
I pushed her knees down, exposing her glistening slit to my hungry gaze.
“Fuck, Angel. You’re soaked.”
I bent my head, swiping my tongue along her seam.
“Fuck. You’re so good,” I groaned, closing my mouth over her clit.
“Andres, I need you,” she said, pulling my hair, lifting herself up on her elbows.
I raised my head, her arousal dripping from my lips.
Goddamn.
Her hair was wild. The short curls in gorgeous disarray. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, and her breasts bouncing with every inhale.
Legs still splayed, I had the perfect view of her pussy, so pink and wet and ready for me.
She looked like a goddess.
She looked like mine.
“Husband, I need you to fill me with your cock, please,” she said, and how was I supposed to resist that?
Ellie’s big, warm hazel eyes met mine, and the look on her face matched how I felt inside. With a growl, I climbed up her body, notching my dick at her slick entrance.
I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling on the strands and moving her where I wanted her. Then I fused my mouth to hers, sucking her tongue, marking her as mine.
It was boorish, caveman behavior, but I couldn’t help it.
I needed to claim her.
To brand her.
I needed to have all of Ellie. Wanted to stamp myself all over her now that she knew I loved her.
Now that I’d confessed my feelings.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, Angel? You’re mine. You belong to me. Tell me,” I growled, sliding in an inch.
“Please,” she whined, clawing at my back, and I withdrew.
“Andres,” she begged.
“Tell me,” I repeated.
“Yours, I’m yours.”
“Good Girl,” I grunted, pushing in two inches, then pausing.
Fuck.
Her tight channel squeezed me.
“Your home is with me. I’ll always take care of you. You believe me, Angel? Tell me.”
I pressed in some more. Ellie gasped and her pussy squeezed me even tighter as I flexed my hips, out then in, sliding deeper with each stroke.
“My home is with you,” she said and moaned, arching her back.
“Always with me. Only me,” I grunted and slammed my hips against hers.
“Only you. You’ll always take care of me,” she said, clawing at my hips.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me. Say you belong to me.”
“I will never leave you, Andres, because I belong to you and because you love me,” she replied, tears rolling down her face.
Ellie pulled me down to her, but she didn’t kiss me like I expected. She looked into my eyes first, her mouth open as I stroked inside her so fucking deep, and I knew she was close to coming.
“You love me, Andres.”
“I love you, Ellie,” I said, worshipping her with words, with my stare, with my body.
I withdrew, then stroked slowly back in, changing the tempo, raising the heat. I was so ready to explode, but the tenderness I felt had me reeling. I bent to kiss her, but she pulled back and I frowned.
“Ellie—”
“You love me,” she whispered, touching my face and wrapping her legs around my waist. “And I love you. So much. Ever since I met you.”
My mind went blank, and thunder roared inside my veins.
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Andres,” she repeated.
I froze for a moment, maybe two.
Then I moved.
Joy filled my veins, passion fueled my fire, and I slammed my hips, pounding into my wife’s sweet pussy.
Our moans reverberated inside the bedroom, and I was grateful I’d spent the extra money getting it soundproofed.
My Lupina was a noisy little thing.
She was so fucking perfect.
I rutted into her, pistoning my hips, knowing her pussy could take all the fervor and pent up passion I’d been building up for her.
Christ.
Fuck.
I’d been sitting on my feelings for more than half a year.
I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be.
I never knew I could feel this way. Never expected her claim on me to have such an effect.
This wasn’t what the movies told you sex would be like after the first time you said I love you.
This was rough.
Wild.
Hot.
Messy.
Desperate.
Joyful.
And needy.
It was so fucking raw. And it was good.
Really good.
Ellie was just as in it as I was. Her eyes sparkled with intensity. Her warm, soft skin surrounded me.
I felt her everywhere. Her arms were around me, her legs held on, her hips lifted to meet mine, and her sex spasmed around my thick cock as I pumped into her repeatedly.
She was everywhere. My everything. Filling every inch of my mind, my body, my heart, and my soul.
“I love you, Wife. Now show me how much you love me and come all over my cock.”
“Love you so much, Husband,” she cried out, her pussy spasming around me.
Every flutter and quiver of her needy little cunt sent me farther over the edge. I grabbed her hips, my fingers bruising, and I lifted her, switching our positions.
Ellie was still lost in her orgasm, and I was desperate to chase her there. I lifted her by her sweet ass, fucking her on my cock, and grinding her slippery little clit onto my pubis.
“Again, Wife. Come again,” I commanded.
“I-I can’t,” she cried.
But that was a lie. I knew she could.
Her hot pussy felt so good, I was close, too. But first, I was going to make sure she got there again.
“Now, Angel. Be my Good Wife and come for me. Right fucking now,” I growled, sucking her nipple into my mouth, and biting down while I flexed my hips and pulled her tight to me.
Her cunt contracted, and she moaned, long and loud. Then I exploded inside of her, painting her walls with my cum.
Blind, deaf, and dumb to everything except the sensation of having my wife cling to me in the sweaty, sticky aftermath of what was the most phenomenal sex I’d ever had, I sucked in air, trying to catch my breath.
When I first saw Ellie, I knew I wanted her.
The attraction I’d felt towards the woman was off the charts. But I didn’t know I would become so addicted to her, so damn crazy that I was borderline psychotic where she was concerned.
The lines I crossed were pretty big. Stalking, interfering, inserting myself into her life.
I was unhinged where Ellie was concerned.
But the good news was, she was into me, too.
My wife was all I ever wanted. Finding out she wanted me as well was a bonus. But wanting wasn’t enough.
Tonight, Ellie gave me what I really needed. What I’d craved all along. Tonight was all about possession.
Love and possession might sound like different things. I mean, I heard the saying love someone, set them free.
I would do anything for Ellie. But I was keeping her. I was never letting go.
I wasn’t an abusive asshole, though. I preferred to think the kind of freedom that saying meant was the freedom to live her life and be who she was, not freedom from me.
That I could do. Ellie had my total and complete support.
She had my loyalty. My devotion.
I hugged her tighter, sliding off the bed and standing to my full height with my sated wife in my arms.
“Where are we going?” she whispered, still coming down from the high of coming apart twice in my arms.
“Shower,” I said, kissing her temple.
We both needed a shower, and then I’d take her back to bed and hold her for the rest of the night.
For the rest of my life.
Satisfaction hummed through my body, buzzed in my veins. Contentment filled me as I turned the water on, making sure the temperature was right before stepping into the enormous shower with Ellie still wrapped around me.
“Stand,” I whispered, and she did.
Or, well, she tried. I kept my arm around her back, steadying her as she regained her balance. We washed in comfortable silence and my gaze roamed over every inch of her with a newfound proprietorship.
She was mine. Completely mine.
For the first time, Ellie had given herself to me, knowing the truth in my heart. The way I felt. My need to possess her. Even better, she had claimed me right back.
And I’d never been so fucking happy.
He loves me.
And I love him.
The night after the meeting with the lawyers was the first night Andres stayed in our bed until morning.
Waking up with his thick dick pressed against my hip had my mouth watering, and giving my husband a blow job was the perfect way to express myself.
Andres reciprocated. Twice.
And for the first time in my adult life, I knew what it felt like to be loved and to be in love.
Really in love.
And it was better than I imagined.