The Billionaire’s Sudden Bride
Chapter 129
Summer’s POV
“Fuck, June,” Brandon rasped, hands cupping my breasts through the lace, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking my nipples until they ached. He yanked my bra straps down, unhooking it with a snap, and it dropped to the floor, leaving me bare. Look at these,” he groaned, palming my tits, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers until I moaned, a wet heat pooling between my thighs.
I fumbled with his belt, tugging it free, then unzipped his pants, shoving them down with his boxers. His cock sprang out, thick and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. “Your turn,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around his shaft, stroking slow and firm, feeling him pulse under my grip. He groaned, head tipping back, and I knelt peeling his pants off completely, leaving him naked in the chair.
He pulled me up, hands tearing at my skirt, dragging it down with my panties in one rough pull. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growled, fingers brushing my slick folds, parting them to find me dripping. “You’re soaked already.” He teased my clit with a slow rub, then plunged two fingers inside, stretching me with a wet, filthy sound as I gasped, hips bucking.
“Brandon,” I whimpered, climbing onto his lap, straddling him. “I need you–now.”
He gripped his cock, guiding it to my entrance, rubbing the head against my slick cunt. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmured, voice a velvet taunt as he teased me, sliding just the tip in.
“So fucking bad,” I moaned, sinking down, taking him inch by thick, throbbing inch. My walls clenched tight around his girth, the stretch burning hot and dirty as I settled, fully impaled. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in.
“Too much?” he rasped, hands squeezing my ass, holding me still as adjusted to his size.
“No,” I panted, rolling my hips, feeling him throb deep inside. “More give me more.”
He thrust up, slow and nasty, his cock dragging through my slick heat, every ridge hitting my sensitive spots. I rode him, the chair creaking, my tits bouncing as he slammed me down harder.
“You’re a fucking mess,” he groaned, voice raw, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, twisting until I cried out, the other rubbing my clit in tight, wet circles. The friction built, and I came hard, walls pulsing around him, soaking his thighs as I shuddered.
He lifted me, slamming me onto the desk, papers flying. Spreading my legs wide, he plunged back in, pounding my dripping cunt with brutal thrusts. “Look at you,” he growled, sucking my nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping as he fucked me deep, the wet slap of his balls against my ass obscene. His tongue licked down, lapping at my clit between thrusts, sucking hard until I bucked, another orgasm ripping through me, my juices gushing over his cock.
He spun me around, bending me over the desk, tits pressed into the wood. Pinning my wrists, he thrust in from behind, rough and deep, his thick shaft stretching me wider. “Fucking take it,” he rasped, pace relentless, balls smacking my clit with every dam. Sweat slicked my skin, my cunt dripping as he fucked me raw, the desk shaking, “Brandon,” I moaned, pushing back, another climax building fast. He rubbed my clit, fingers sloppy with my wetness, and I screamed, coming again, walls milking him as he spilled inside, hot cum flooding me with a primal groan.
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He pulled me to the wall, lifting my legs around his waist. His cock slid back in, slow and teasing, then fast, pounding the hard surface. “You’re mine,” he growled, lips crashing into mine, tongue fucking my mouth as his hips slammed me Sweat mixed, dripping down our bodies, my tits bouncing against his chest. He hit deep, relentless, and I shattered, cunt pulsing, soaking him as he kept going, spilling again with a guttural roar.
Hours blurred. On the floor, he spread me wide, licking my clit slow, then hard, sucking until I writhed, coming on his tongue. Standing, he thrust back in, long and deep, fingers teasing my nipples into aching peaks. He pounded faster, wet and filthy, my body shaking as I came again, walls clenching tight. He flipped me, ass up, fucking me from behind, hands gripping my hips as he stretched me raw, spilling once more.
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Chapter 129
Back in the chair, I rode him, Mlow then frantic, his hands squeezing my tits, sucking them hard. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned, thrusting up, the chair rocking as I came, trembling, and he followed cum pulsing deep. On the desk again, face–down, he fucked me slow, then brutal, fingers on my clit until I screamed, another orgasm tearing through me, his hot seed flooding my cunt.
Finally, he spread me open, teasing my swollen clit with his tongue, then thrust deep, dragging it out. He fucked me relentlessly until I shattered one last time, voice gone, body quaking. He spilled inside, thick and hot, collapsing atop me with a ragged growl. our sweat–soaked bodies tangled in the silence,
I went limp, every muscle trembling, fucked beyond reason. He scooped me up, carrying me to the bathroom, arms steady despite the hours. Warm water poured over us as he washed me, hands soft, leaning the sweat, cum, and slickness from my ravaged skin. I mumbled, eyes drooping, too exhausted to speak. He dried me, tucking me into bed, but I was already lost, his whispers fading as sleep claimed me.
I woke feeling like I’d spent the night cuddled against a human furnace. Brandon was still asleep beside me–a rare sight. Usually, he was up before dawn, dressed and working before I even opened my eyes.
There was something fascinating about watching him sleep. All that intensity, all that power, temporarily subdued by unconsciousness. Brandon was always gentle with me, but I’d seen glimpses of the ruthless businessman everyone feared. The Wall Street shark who could destroy companies with a single phone call.
But right now? He looked almost innocent. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching his peaceful expression with amusement.
His eyelids snapped open suddenly, that predatory alertness instantly present. But when he registered my face, the sharpness in his gaze softened immediately.
“Awake already?” His voice was deliciously rough with sleep, a low rumble that vibrated through me.
I felt weirdly guilty, like I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t I nodded, about to slide out of bed when his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.
“It’s the weekend,” he said, his chin grazing my cheek as his fingers traced my jawline. “Let’s sleep in. You were so exhausted that you slept very fast last night.”
Heat rushed to my face as the memories flooded back. I bit my lip, giving him an accusatory look. “That was your fault!”
I reached back to massage my lower back, wincing slightly at the soreness.
Brandon noticed and chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “What are you thinking about?”
I slipped my hand under his shirt, pinching his waist in retaliation. m thinking about when I should banish you back to the guest room. You seemed perfectly comfortable there before.” I tried to look fierce, gritting my teeth for effect.
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