Married To My Richest Client

Prologue 2

“F*ck…” she breathed. “This is huge… way too big.”

He smirked. “Then you better learn to take it, baby.”

She leaned in slow, lips brushing the swollen, glistening tip first. It twitched right against her mouth, like it was pushing back, fighting her.

She kissed the head soft, then ran her tongue slow over the salty drop beading at the sl*t, making him hiss and grip her hair tight.

She wrapped her lips around it as far as she could go… and it barely fit. It stretched her jaw wide, and she pulled back gasping. “It’s too much…” she whined, looking up at him wet and dazed, her lips swollen and shiny.

“It won’t fit… it’s too thick, too long… it feels like it’s fighting me. I can’t even get half of it in my mouth.”

“Try harder,” he growled, fingers tangling tight in her hair, yanking her face closer.

“S*ck it deeper. Take all of it. And tell me does it feel better than all those little pricks you’ve had before? Huh? Tell me how f*ck*ng big I am compared to them.”

She tried again, opening her jaw as wide as it would go. Her lips stretched thin and burning around his thick length, her tongue swirling fast and hot over the swollen, sensitive head, tasting salt and heat.

The rest of him throbbed heavy and hard against her cheek, pushing further, stretching her until her eyes watered.

She moaned loud around him, the sound vibrating through his c*ck, then pulled back gasping, chest heaving.

“Huge…” she gasped, eyes glassy and hazy. “It feels like it’s gonna split me open… but I want it. I want all of it. Even if it hurts.”

“Stand up,” he ordered. She stumbled to her feet, and he pulled her straight against him, crashing his mouth to hers, hot, ravenous, claiming every gasp she made.

He kissed her like he meant to burn her alive, his hands roaming fast and rough over every curve, squeezing her breasts, dragging down her sides. Then he grabbed the hem of her dress and ripped it clean down the middle buttons popping and scattering across the floor.

He tore away her bra and panties next, tossing them aside like trash. She stood naked before him, trembling, every soft inch of her exposed, pale skin, full hips, breasts heavy and hardening, the dark wet glisten between her legs. He stripped off his own clothes, and stood there huge and throbbing, his gaze devouring every part of her like he could already taste her.

“Look at you,” he growled, one hand sliding slow down her throat, over her n*ppl*s, then lower to cup her slick heat. “So beautiful… so f*ck*ng perfect for me. All mine now.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, reaching for him, knees weak.

“Use me. I want to be your little f*ck toy tonight.”

He pushed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide with his knee. The thick, swollen head of his c*ck pressed right against her trembling entrance, knocking slow and teasing against her wet folds.

“Please…” she gasped, hips lifting off the mattress, aching and desperate. “Put it in me already. I’m aching so bad. Please!”

He pushed forward slow. She felt every inch of him stretching her open, burning, full, impossibly thick. She cried out, fingers digging into the sheets, as he worked his way deeper, her wetness making it slick but the size making her burn and shiver.

He filled her completely, pressing so deep she thought she might break. “F*ck, you’re so tight and hot,” he gritted out, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

“So wet… squeezing me like you never want to let go.” Then he pulled back almost all the way, and slammed forward in one brutal, hard thrust.

She screamed, arching off the bed. It hit so deep it struck places she never knew existed, thick, and dragging fire through every nerve. He set a rough, relentless rhythm, pounding into her over and over, hips slapping hard against hers, skin ringing loud through the room.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, watching her face twist with pleasure and pain.

“It feels so good. F*cking good!” she sobbed, meeting every thrust. “So deep! Don’t stop, harder! F*ck me harder, please!”

He pinned her legs back wide, driving even deeper, hitting that perfect spot every single time. “You like that, baby? You like how I stretch you open? You’re taking every f*ck*ng inch of me so well.”

“I am!” she cried, clinging to his shoulders. “I’ve never felt anything like this… f*ck me, sir, take me like I’m yours!”

He leaned down, biting and sucking her neck, her breasts, and her n*ppl*s until she writhed and whined.

“Is this p*ssy mine? Am I the only one who can make you feel this way?”

“Yes—yes it’s yours! I’m your wh*r* tonight—use me! Ravage me like you want!”

He flipped her over roughly, yanking her hips up high, and drove back into her with a guttural roar. It hit deeper still, harder, tearing a loud, broken moan from her throat.

He pounded into her from behind, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist, pulling her back hard onto every thrust.

“Look how wet you are for me,” he growled, slapping her dripping heat. “Dripping all over my c*ck… begging for more.”

Then he pulled out and shoved her face down, pressing her hips up. He spread her open with his fingers, leaned down, and buried his face between her legs.

She screamed loud, body jerking off the mattress. His tongue was hot, rough, eating her like he was starving, licking slow and hard up her sl*t, circling her cl*t fast and merciless, sucking it into his mouth until she shook and cried out.

He dragged his tongue deep inside her, tasting every drop, lapping at her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. He bit and s*ck*d and licked, one hand spreading her wider, the other rubbing her cl*t fast while he feasted on her until she was sobbing, shaking, ready to fall apart.

“Eat me… oh god eat me like that!” she screamed, hands fisting the sheets. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop! I’m gonna c*m!"

He didn’t stop. He licked harder, deeper, sucking her cl*t hard and fast, until her whole body locked up and she shattered, gushing all over his face, shaking so hard the bed shook with her.

He let her ride every wave, then rose up, grabbed his c*ck, and shoved it back inside her wet, trembling hole. He pounded into her harder than before, rough and wild, dragging her back onto him with every stroke.

“I’m so close!” she whimpered, legs shaking, every nerve on fire. “Don’t slow down, keep going! Make me c*m all over you!”

“C*m for me then,” he growled, slamming deep. “C*m all over my big c*ck. Show me how much you love it.”

She screamed as she came again, body clamping tight around him, shaking and sobbing. He drove into her one last time, groaning loud, and buried himself as deep as he could go, spilling everything he had hot and heavy inside her, filling her completely, claiming her right to the very end.