Married To A Cruel Billionaire

Chapter 46. Consumption***

Warning ⚠️: This is the scene that many if you have been secretly waiting for. Not an expert, doing my best. Read at your own risk. (This warning is the best I ever did🥲🤧)

The view before him was more that satisfying. Altagracia, his wife in red lacy underwear, her long silky hair let loose, and an innocent smile which looked very seductive to him, her attire leaving nothing to the imagination.

He felt an unruly part of him awake as he made his way slowly towards her, like a wolf ready to eat his prey.

"I hesitated between this and the black one" She said, with a smile, a blush creeping on her face. He placed a hand on her cheek, another in her hair, lowering for a kiss.

"You'll be as enticing in any of them" He said huskily, his hand trailing from her hair, down her spine to land on the small of her back before pulling her towards him, their bodies now pressed together as she felt a certain someone poking at her lower stomach.

"I bought these mainly to tease you, I didn't know you'll actually wear it." He whispered huskily.

He unclasped her bra, trailing his hand up and down her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before lowering to her ear. "But I was secretly hoping you will" He said, pulling her bra to throw it somewhere in the room.

"I do prefer you totally naked, though. Oh how I have wanted this sweetheart. All I am going to do to you" He whispered hotly against her ear, setting her on fire.

"And what are you going to do dear husband?" She asked coyly and he smirked. Now she looked like a little lamb, oblivious to the danger lurking before her.

"I am going to kiss you, so hard, making your breathless then part, just so you can take enough oxygen, before I dive on your lips again..." He said one of his hands making it's way to her mound, "… all the while I tease this little bud..." He said, his thumb and index pitching her nipple. She moaned and arched against him, making him groan as she brushed against his bulge.

He picked her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, his face parallel to her chest.

"... Then I'll kiss my way down to your chest, before sucking on your mound just like this..." His skillful tongue played a little with her nipple before engulfing it. She moaned, pushing his head into her chest, tugging at his hair.

She felt him moving and the next thing she knew, she was kneeling in front of him, on the bed. Before he could add anything, she pulled him for a deep mind blowing kiss, making him groan as their tongues entwined, fighting for dominance.

Her hand tugged at his shirt as they parted.

"Remove this" She ordered and he pulled his shirt over his head, which joined her bra on the floor. Her hands roamed on his chest as she was pulled for another passionate kiss. He grunted as she fumbled with his belt, helping her remove it along with his underwear.

His length saluted her proudly as she tugged at it ever so slowly, making him moan and growl in response. His hands roamed down her body, as he ran a hand between her legs a huge was his surprise to see her dripping wet.

"Babe..."

"It's your fault for being so hot. Oh Elijah, I can't bear it anymore, take me please" She begged against his ear and he moaned. He pulled her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her back meeting the soft bedsheets.

He pulled away to remove her panties ever so slowly, placing himself between her legs and taking her in. She watched his expression and could only see the raw hunger and lust in his eyes.

"You are so stunning Sweetheart." He said and started rubbing his length on her wet flower and they both moaned, eyes clouded with desire.

"Elijah, please I'm literally begging, I want you in" She pulled at his arms urging him and she was more than sufficiently wet.

He spread her legs a little more, his tip, teasing her entry.

All he wanted was to thrust all once, but knew it would hurt her. He had to take it as slow as possible.

He pushed himself ever so slowly, watching her reaction and will stop whenever she would tense, but she would always encourage him to go faster. He was torn between his mind and her want.

He grunted, making slow and shallow thrusts, moving inch by inch. She grabbed the sheets waiting for the feeling to subside as he finally reached his breaking point and slammed, all the way into her. She gasped, tugging the sheets.

"Does it hurt too much? I can..."

"Please Elijah, take me, make me yours" She said holding onto his forearms.

He started making, slow thrusts and she saw her pain was started to mix with a little bit of pleasure over time, given that it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would.

"Oh Altagracia, you're so tight" With each thrust, it was as if she was trying to throw him out, so each time he will push, her walls will exert a sweet pressure on him, and he had to cling to his self control not to ravage her there and then.

Then, she started moaning, trapping his waist with her legs and he took it as a cue to pick up his pace.

"Elijah..." Now she was just a sweating brainless mess. She couldn't even say her name, even if she wanted to.

"Oh fuck! You feel so good babe" He said, thrusting deeper. He leaning towards her for a kiss she gave him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, not releasing him as his breath became more elaborate.

His orgasm was already knocking but he wanted her to have her release first or along with him.

"Elijah, oh..." He picked up his pace again, as she tugged on his hair, pressing herself into him as groaned, biting her lower lip, a ball building on her stomach, threatening to explode at his vigorous thrusts. "Elijah, it's coming..."

He thrust, faster, deeper, slamming his whole length into her, and pulling almost completely before filling her again. He too groaned, they moans and breath mixing with each other.

"Elijah!" She screamed as her body shuddered in a mind wrecking, toe curling orgasm, him following her, filling her with his milk, with an orgasm of the same intensity. "I love you Elijah" She whispered.

"I love you too Sweetheart" He kissed her sweaty hair, pulling away, to clean up his now passed out wife.