Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 78: Chapter 78

JOSEF
Las Vegas was a feast of carnal delights for those searching.
Most recently, I visited there with Marat. But this was the first time I’d ever felt anything like this in Sin City.
And it had everything to do with the woman bouncing up and down on my lap, her big tits jiggling in my face as water splashed over the side of the tub.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Fucking Meredith into submission had been the plan, but if we kept going at it like this, I would be the one caught in her thrall.
Seriously, the woman was going to kill me.
My balls tightened, and I fought against my orgasm, needing her to come first.
It was all so much. Her soft body just felt too damn good.
Meredith moved on top of me like she was born to do just that. I was a big guy, but her cunt was made for my dick. Her heated channel squeezed me so good.
Goddamn. She was gorgeous.
A wild thing with flaming hair. Acres of soft, pale skin. Smelling of cocoa butter and broken promises. And it was more than I could take.
“Need you to come on this dick, Little Red. You ready?”
She whined and panted, and fuck, I was about to blow.
But not without her.
I grabbed her to me, tightening my hold and flexed my hips, grinding her dripping slit on my pubis, while sealing my mouth over her neck.
“Come for me. Now.” I commanded, holding still while she wiggled her sweet pussy on my shaft.
“Josef,” she gasped my name a split second before her eyes rolled back.
“Fuck,” I groaned, lifting her hips, and slamming her down once, twice, three times while I filled her with my cum.
When I was finally able to move, I carried her over to the shower stall. We washed together in silence. I wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion or wariness that held our tongues, but I was grateful for the reprieve.
I held her robe open, wrapping it around her flushed body before stepping back to grab a towel for myself.
“I just need to comb my hair,” she muttered, her brows furrowed, and I understood.
I needed a moment to myself, too. I reluctantly left her inside the bathroom, leaving the door ajar while I tugged on a fresh pair of boxer briefs.
When she finally exited the bathroom, Meredith’s hair was in a loose braid down her back. She pulled a pair of chaste looking pajamas from a shopping bag, and I turned my head so she wouldn’t see my grin.
If she’d had any idea that sleeping in some Victorian getup was going to dampen my lust for her, she had another think coming.
By the time I turned back to look at her, she was already dressed.
“Um, did you want me to sleep somewhere else?” she asked.
But I was already shaking my head.
“We sleep together. Remember?”
Meredith nodded.
I didn’t want to set a false precedent. Hell. It was going to be hard enough keeping my hands off her for the rest of the night.
But she hadn’t been truthful when she said she wasn’t sore.
I could tell by the way she gingerly sat on the mattress, and I frowned.
I should probably kiss it and make it better.
Mmm. Good idea.
I planned to do just that after we rested a bit.
“G
ood morning, Mr. Aziz. Would you like breakfast?” the steward on the private jet asked as I boarded the plane with my new wife.
“No, thank you. I’ve already eaten. How about you, Wife?”
I grinned, watching Meredith’s cheeks burn a dark pink color at the seemingly innocent question, and my not so innocent answer.
This Big Bad Wolf had breakfast earlier. Remembering the taste of my wife’s pussy, and the way her cunt quivered around my tongue when she came, made me want to drop to my knees so I could taste her again.
“Very good, sir. Can I get you anything, Mrs. Aziz?” the steward asked.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Just like on the flight there, I sat beside my wife. I was going to need to rein this shit in. Hell, I was unable to leave even a seat between us.
Shit. I frowned.
Maybe this was a mistake. But how was I supposed to know one touch would be enough to rekindle the flame of my obsession with this woman?
I grabbed my cell phone and scrolled through my messages.
No, my company would not burn to the ground after one day’s absence.
But I sure as fuck was not about to sit there staring at my wife for the entire five-hour flight back to New York like a lovesick teenager, for fuck’s sake.
My phone buzzed, and I frowned at an incoming message from Marat, the younger Volkov brother.
Marat
Heard you got married. So, you pussy whipped yet, brother?
I ignored the asshole. I was not pussy whipped.
My gaze flicked over to my wife. My dick hardened. My heart pounded.
Fuck.
Maybe I was. Maybe that was the issue.
Gritting my teeth, I glanced at his text, mocking me, and I huffed out a sigh.
I couldn’t even formulate a response. Growling, I closed the text box. It was better to simply ignore his annoying ass.
“Everything okay?” Meredith asked, her pretty green gaze focused on me.
“What? Oh, yeah. Just work,” I replied, not quite truthfully.
I couldn’t exactly explain to my wife the cacophony of emotions roiling through me at the moment. Especially since she was the cause of it all.
Speaking of which, I opened my email searching for the latest information my team had stockpiled on Meredith. Glancing through it, I frowned.
It was more a report of where she lived and what she did there, as opposed to who she’d done it with.
What about her exes?
I needed to know. Jealousy fueled the terse email I sent to my team. I wanted them to dig deeper. I wanted to find everyone she went on a date with over the past fifteen years. And I wanted to bury them.
Fine. So, I was a little possessive of my new wife.
Fucking sue me.