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.

had the vague feeling of being stretched apart, and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation. Ethan grabbed her by the calves and braced himself before burying his entire length into

Janet’s eyes, while 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 her

legs up and wrapped them around his waist, then he leaned close and captured both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them over her head. His other hand cupped Janet’s

plunging back in. She seemed to grow tighter with each thrust—or maybe it was he who was growing larger—but he kept thrusting, and she kept swallowing him

dim light of the room. As he picked up his pace, their combined fluids slid down her tender flesh

her wrists. She immediately wound her arms around his neck, leaving a trail of red fingerprints

and heavy with their mingled breaths. Janet felt trapped in a never-ending web of pleasure, though she wasn’t entirely sure she

wave of raw bliss washed over her, and her

perched on the branches, eager for the warm