The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 796 ple@sure
Brandon carried Janet into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.
He braced himself on top of her and swooped down for a hot, w*et kiss. He licked her plump lips, s*cking and teasing, before slipping his tongue inside to dance along with hers.
Janet fell into the kiss in a daze. She reflexively wrapped her arms around his shoulders and returned his passion in her own soft way.
She was panting before long. She pushed him lightly to catch her breath, but Brandon was ravishing her again in the next second, as if he could never get enough of her taste. Helpless against his onslaught, Janet felt her saliva dribble down the corner of her mouth.
The sight of it flamed Brandon’s desire even more. He quickly shifted and lapped it up before it disappeared down her jaw.
He trailed kisses back up to her lips and pressed his forehead against hers. “I want to feel your hands on me,” he rasped.
Janet blinked up at him, still reeling from everything he had just done with his mouth. Her heart was hammering violently inside her chest. When she finally made sense of his words, she immediately arched up to him, her soft bre@sts flush against his hard, broad chest. Her hand stroked the length of his abdomen, then slipped into his trousers.
His c*oc*k was already rock hard and throbbing with need.
It felt hot to the touch, and Janet felt that warmth course through her entire body.
Brandon held her face and leaned her in for another torrid kiss. When he pulled back, his gaze fell on her cleavage, his eyes flashing at the twin alabaster globes heaving beneath the silk fabric of her underwear.
He made quick work of undressing himself, and then her. With their clothes out of the way, he wasted no time sliding his hand between her thighs. Her folds were slick and w*et, a testament to her desire.
Brandon held her knees and spread her legs wider.
He guided his c*oc*k to her slit and buried himself to the hilt with a single thrust. They both trembled at the sensation that followed, and Janet let out a small cry of pain. She could feel him stretching her insides to an almost unbearable degree.
Brandon clutched her waist and pumped in and out of her, even as she clamped tightly around her c*oc*k. Soon, the slight pain she felt turned into utter, violent bliss, i Janet closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to stifle the lewd sounds she was making.
But Brandon wanted to hear them. He wanted her to m*oa*n and whimper with need as she writhed against him. As though to punish her for depriving him of these, he picked up his pace and plunged himself deeper. She accommodated him well enough, as she had grown so w*et that her juices were flowing down her inner thighs.
1 Brandon sn*ake*d an arm around Janet’s waist, while the other came up her back and gripped her shoulder. He held her close, her nipples brushing against his chest as her body lurched with the f0rce of his f*uc*king.
Just when it felt like it would never end, Brandon felt her grip tighten around his c*oc*k, and within seconds, he was emptying his lust into her greedy depths.
As soon as she felt his hot s*eeds pour inside her, Janet reached a climax so intense, it left her shaking for minutes after the fact.
Completely spent, she fell back on the bed and lay on her side, barely even able to lift a finger.
Brandon spooned her from behind without pulling out of her p*uss*y. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, his hands already roving around her hips.
“No, wait… Slow down,” Janet begged, unable to take any more of his amorous torment.
Brandon cupped her bre@sts and gently kneaded them. “Is this slow enough?” he teased. “Are you sure you’ll be satisfied with this?”
Janet groaned at the ple@sure that was slowly building at the pit of her belly. She could already feel herself creaming with anticipation again. It was all the invitation Brandon needed, and he reinstated his full length back inside her. Janet’s back arched involuntarily, her bre@sts pushing against his huge palms.
Brandon held her tightly as he thrust into her without mercy, repeatedly taking her to endless highs with his ruthless lovemaking.
Every time they had s*e*x, he deviated from his usual refined and distant manner, and turned into a beast with a seemingly bottomless lust for Janet.
He didn’t stop until the sheets were an absolute mess. By then, Janet was so tired that she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. Her arm fell limply over the edge of the bed, her disheveled hair splayed on the pillow. Her thighs were splattered with cum, with strands of it still dangling between her folds and the tip of Brandon’s c*oc*k.