Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 65

I rubbed lotion all over my body as I sat by my vanity in my silk robe. Today had not been the day I had even hoped it would be. For one, I had left work early to come and have hot sex with my husband only to find that he was entertaining her.

I know. I sounded like a jealous and spiteful woman but I had the right to be territorial. He was mine and mine alone.

Damon walked in with just a towel around his waist and hair dripping from his shower.

The man looked good enough to eat and that hunger and need for him that had dissipated when I walked into the kitchen earlier today came back with a loud roar.

“See something you like, Mrs. Steyn?” He winked at me through the mirror. “What is that scent? Is it new?” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I nodded. “Caramel. I thought I would try something new.”

Our eyes held each other for a long time, neither one of us moving. My hands rested on my neck and his on the edge of his towel. His eyes darkened just a little as they moved to my perky breasts.

Heat poured into my core like an animal in heat. I could feel the pulsating of my blood vessels causing my center to throb. My tongue darted out to wet my lips ever so slightly.

I slowly pulled the top of my robe down a little further, revealing my breasts completely. I watched the look of hunger take over my husband’s face and the way his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips.

“See something you like; Mr. Steyn?” I teased him by brushing my hand over a nipple and then pinching it ever so slightly. “Drop your towel, Damon.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. The towel dropped revealing his hardened length that was standing at attention. He stroked. his length as he stared at me through the mirror.

My pussy throbbed with the sheer anticipation of him being inside of me. No matter how many times I had been loved on by this man before, it never got old. He never got old. It was explosive and passionate every time we collided. He was like a new dawn. Always something new to discover and new to feel. Just as if it were the first time.

“Are you just going to stand there?” I stood from my seat but the vanity, undoing my robe and letting fall to the ground. “Or are you going to come and satisfy your wife?”

The man crossed the space in two seconds flat and had me in his arms. He placed me on the vanity before he sank down onto his knees. He eyed me from there, the sight only exciting me more knowing what was to come.

“Open,” he commanded and I obeyed.

I spread my legs wide for him, my slickness was already dripping and my lips throbbing for him. I was aching for his touch and he knew it. His smile was evidence enough to know he wanted me to be tortured for a little bit longer.

“I will never tire of this view.” He looked at my pussy like it was a feast and he was ready to dig in. “Are you ready for me. baby?” He leaned closer and took a quick swipe with his tongue. My body shivered from the contact and oh my God the sensation was like drugs. Pure and utter ecstasy. “So wet. Your body wanted a little love tonight.”

This time it was his fingers that moved up and down my throbbing core. I arched my back away from the cool mirror. I was sure that I had left marks there but I didn’t care. All I cared about was getting this release 1 so badly craved.

“Please, Damon.” I needed him in any way that he wanted to give himself to me.

His mouth. His cock. His fingers.

I just needed him to put out the fire that was quickly spreading within me and scorching my insides. It could only be quelled by him.

“What do you want?” He kissed the inside of my thigh. “My mouth? My fingers? Or “

He rose from his knees, his arms on either side of me. He leaned in his hot breath fanning me as I sought his touch. He drew his lips closer to my ear.

My spine shivered.

“My cock.” He breathed the words into my ear causing this hum to move through my body. When he pulled away his lips. brushed my skin until he came to a stop just in front of my own lips. He was about a whisker’s hair away from me. Our breaths mingled together, the closeness of us only adding to the thrill that filled the air.

He moved so his cock aligned perfectly with my entrance. I tried to move closer to finish the distance but his hands came to my hips.

“Patience is a virtue.” He kissed my neck.

“Damon,” I hissed, feeling every internal muscle of mine contract under his touch. “Put it in or move off so I can finish what you started.”

His back shook as he chuckled. “My, oh my, wifey.”

He pulled back, allowing me to see his face. His lips came down onto mine in a searing kiss that left me delirious. His hand fingers reached in between us, caressing and touching me, slowly bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

He kissed his way up and down my neck. His head dipped low to suck my taught nipples. He would take his time showing his care for every last inch of me. Making sure that each nipple was given enough attention.

At first, he began with one finger and then two. I moaned, my head tilting to the sky.

He drew me closer and closer to my edge. I could feel the delirium settling over me. The sweet buzz of the orgasm as he teased me with his gentle touch.

He pressed his lips on my skin. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

“Yes…” I could barely answer.

“Good.” Like the tease he was, he pulled out of me. But before I could even get my complaint out he took me off the vanity and turned me so I face the mirror. “Hands on the mirror. I want you to watch me take you from behind.”

I loved when he got like this. When he allowed his animal instincts to take over.

I did as I was told and pressed my hands on the cool mirror.

He moved my legs further apart, his hand stroking my ass softly. Without any kind of warning, he plunged his large length into me and we both moaned as he filled me right to the very brim.

“How do you want it, baby?” He grunted out. His eyes stared at me through the mirror. “Do you want to be loved or fucked?”

There was only one logical answer to that question.

“Fuck me.”

His lips tilted upward into a sexy smirk.

He pulled out of me and then slammed right back into me causing me to cry out in sheer pleasure. He pulled back out again and then slammed into me again, but much harder than the first time. My tits bobbed up and down as I met him thrust for thrust.

“Oh my… yes. Fuck me, Damon” All I could feel was the need I had for him. “Yes, baby”

He grunted as his pounds became more and more relentless. One of his hands left my hip and grabbed the front of my neck, tilting my head up.

“Watch.” He commanded. “Watch me make you cum, Adelaide.”

Every thrust went deeper than the last and the orgasm I had been chasing down was slowly coming into view. I was so clone, my walls continued to contract around him.

“Damon II couldn’t even speak now. I was at a loss for words. “Damon…”

His eyes connected with mine in the mirror. “Let go.”

And that was all I needed to find my release.

“Adelaide,” he groaned.

The entire time we held eye contact. Our gazes mirrored each other. The cloud of lust and desire was still at the forefront but I could also see the gazes of love.

I already knew it, but in moments like these I was firmly reminded that there was no one else on this earth for me but this

man.

He was my perfect complimentary piece. He didn’t complete me because I completed myself. But he complimented me in the best ways. Over time he became the peace in the storm. He was my home and I knew that no external force could tear us

apart.

But little had known that it would be an internal force that would make the first crack in our foundation.