The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ethan pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and slid his fingers into her folds, rubbing and stroking her soft flesh.

Janet bit her lips, but that didn’t stop a long moan from escaping. Her waist lifted involuntarily from the bed, even as she clutched the covers beneath her.

“Good girl,” Ethan rasped and pressed two wet kisses on her cheek. He pulled back and straightened before unzipping his trousers and discarding them to the floor. Then, he hooked his fingers on the waistband of both her jeans and underwear and pulled them off her in one swift motion.

Janet shivered from the cold, but Ethan was immediately above her, pressing his hard member against her slick wetness.

He rubbed against her until she was dripping down to her thighs; then he slowly pushed inside. She was so tight that he had to pause and take a deep breath to keep himself from losing control.

apart, and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation. Ethan grabbed her by the calves and braced

Ethan groaned in ecstasy. She could feel him throbbing inside her, as well as his pulse travel from where they were connected to every inch of

leaned close and captured both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them over her head. His other hand cupped Janet’s jaw,

did he start moving, pulling backward and plunging back in. She seemed to grow tighter with each thrust—or maybe it was he who was growing larger—but he

light of the room. As he picked up his pace, their

shell of her ear, his short, hoarse grunts filling the air. He pulled back a little to release her wrists. She immediately wound her arms around his neck, leaving a trail of red fingerprints on his broad shoulder as she held on for dear life. With

them soon became thick and heavy with their mingled breaths. Janet felt

to the side as another wave of raw bliss washed over

were perched on the branches, eager for the warm season