Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

MARAT
Holy. Fuck.
Who knew feeding someone could be so fucking sexy? Every moan was just another log tossed on the fire. Every hum stoked the flame of my already wild desire for the sexy little minx I had the foresight to bind to me through lawfully wedded marriage.
Eyes locked on my wife’s sexy as fuck body draped in silk, I had to adjust my dick just so I could stand. That steady thumping that started the minute I first saw her was harder now, the tempo faster.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My pulse raced wildly as I looked my fill, leaning close so I could breathe her in. She still smelled like my soap, and that was probably because the stuff I ordered for her hadn’t arrived until after she’d showered.
But that was more than okay.
I liked her smelling like me. Liked the way my spice mixed with her natural citrusy scent.
Dumplin’ was a feast for my senses.
And I meant mine.
I practically snarled at every man who had the audacity to check her out as she walked beside me. They were only human, and she was a fucking knockout, so I understood. But that didn’t mean I liked it.
Jealousy was another new emotion for me. I held her left hand with my right one, flashing that little ring on her finger whenever someone stared too hard.
Fuck.
Maybe she needed a bigger one? Maybe she needed a fucking sign. A t-shirt. Or a tattoo. Something that declared her as taken. By me.
I was suddenly possessed by the need to ensure everyone knew. The whole goddamn world.
Was it too late to take out an ad? Maybe I could call our publicist.
We barely made it into the private elevator before I had her pinned against the wall inside. My aching cock felt so damn good against her soft belly.
“Jesus. Fuck. Open up for me, Dumplin’, I need your fucking mouth,” I growled, crashing into her with none of the finesse I was known for.
I’d been called suave, smooth as silk, and seduction itself. But with her, I was a rutting animal. A mindless beast acting on feeling alone.
“Are you wet for me, Baby?” I growled, crashing my mouth to hers as I hoisted her off the floor.
Her ready submission had my dick thumping double time and I couldn’t wait to be buried inside her again. I loved having her in my arms. The weight of her felt different. It was real, heavy, anchoring me to the present.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Y-yes. My panties are soaked. I feel it dripping down my thighs,” she whispered her response, and it drove me wild.
I groaned, forcing her mouth open wider with one hand on her chin. She was so fucking sweet. So good. So ready.
I thrust my tongue inside, tracing her teeth and her tongue, leaving no inch of her untouched. I wanted to ravage every inch of her. To plunder her secrets. Conquer her for my own.
I’d never felt anything like this before. And I didn’t know why, but I was used to getting what I wanted. So, I didn’t question it. I just took.
Thunder roared in my ears, and I was deaf, dumb, and blind to everything but this overwhelming passion I felt for her. I couldn’t fucking wait to be inside my sweet Dumplin’.
The elevator doors opened, and I carried her to the table, dropping her on it as I tore at her clothes.
“The dress,” she protested weakly.
“I’ll buy you another one,” I growled, yanking her skirt up.
The sound of fabric tearing met my ears with primordial satisfaction as I revealed her thick, pale thighs.
This might be my new thing. Ripping clothes off my sexy wife.
Hell, I’d buy her a closetful just so I could rip them off her. See the excitement burning in her blue eyes as I showed my hand, letting her see how much I wanted her.
I wanted to bury my face between her legs. Lick her until she came, screaming my name.
But that could wait till later. Right then, I needed inside her hot pussy.
I was fucking desperate to feel her hot, wet cunt tight around my cock. Fuck. She was damn good. I needed her. Desperately. I needed to feel her walls squeezing the cum right out of my aching balls.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My clothes were next. Well, my pants, anyway. I dragged the zipper down, pushing the material along with my boxers until my cock sprang free.
I’d wait till round two to take off my fucking jacket.
“Fuuucckkk,” I groaned, sinking into her slippery sex without pause.
“Goddamn!” Destiny gasped.
“Fuck, you feel good. Need it. Need more. Wanna feel you come on my bare cock, Baby,” I growled.
“Oh god,” she moaned, gripping my hips with her fingers.
“Not god. You say my name when I fuck you.”
“Marat. Marat,” she moaned like a good little wife, repeating my name in her husky voice.
It was like music to my ears.
It was a novelty for sure, fucking someone without a condom. There were just too many damn variables, but I knew I was clean. I had regular checkups.
Besides, I never did that. I always practiced safe sex. It was a huge deal for me. I didn’t want children born out of wedlock, and I definitely didn’t want a disease.
But the background check I ran on Destiny overnight told me all I needed to know. Josef had even hacked into her health records.
I knew she’d had her last checkup just this month, right before her birthday. Her lab results were good. I knew she was on birth control. And after a deep dive into her social media I knew that her last relationship was half a year ago. The stupid bastard had skipped town, lucky for him. But I still asked Josef to track him down and make sure he stayed in whatever hole he’d crawled into.
Did I always run background checks on women I fucked? No.
But Destiny was not some woman. She was my wife. I needed to know everything about her.
Yes, it was another invasion of her privacy. Another thing for me to explain later. Much later.
Lucky for now, she was just as far gone as I was. Lost to the pleasure building between us like an inferno.
“That’s it, Baby. Come for me. Let me feel your sweet cunt flutter around my dick,” I grunted, bottoming out as she came apart at my command.
“Marat,” she keened, and I moaned at the sensation of her cunt fluttering around my length.
“Good Wife.”