The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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. 

A faint stabbing pain accompanied Ethan’s thickness as it entered her. Janet 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 her. 

“Ah! Ethan…” Tears welled up in 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 body. 

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

with each thrust-or maybe it was he who was growing larger-but he kept thrusting, and she

of the room. As he picked up his pace, their combined fluids slid down

her, his face pressed against the 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 his hands now free, Ethan cupped her breasts and squeezed. He played with her nipples with his thumbs, alternating between flicking them and rubbing them

pleasure, though she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to escape it. Her head fell to the side

almost upon them. Outside, small, delicate buds were appearing

Janet briefly wondered if they were sparrows or swallows… She couldn’t tell from this distance. But before she could mull it over further, Ethan took her chin again and turned her toward him for