Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 42 – Ending Another rising moan. Chelsea chanted his name. Soft. A whimper. She threw her head back again, her soft hair sliding over his arms, her face flushed with arousal. Dave loved her like that. That perfect moment before her body clamped down like a vise on his, drawing out his hot release. Her unknowing song, her heat. The look on her face. It all combined to give him a fierce, primitive satisfaction and added to the wicked pleasure swamping his own body.

The first wave hit her hard, consuming her. He drove deep, his shaft stretching her tight channel. A ripple went through her, from her womb to her belly and up to her breasts. He actually felt it. Another loud moan and her entire body locked around him, a vise that clamped down so hard for a moment that he couldn’t separate pain from pleasure. She shuddered again as another wave built. He felt the contraction move through her, through him, swelling like the tide, a shock wave jolting outward from her feminine sheath, surrounding him, vibrating through him. He felt her heartbeat against his.

He thrust again, heard her soft cry, her moan crashing in his ears, and then there was that moment, that perfect, glorious moment when he felt the power coil in his body, gathering,

and his blood roared-the sound of thunder-racing up through his body, his balls tightening, his shaft rocketing pulse after pulse of hot seed deep so that his body shuddered with hers as the burning pleasure washed over him and her tight muscles gripped him hard, milking his shaft until he was empty. For a moment, everything blurred around him, and he felt spent, deliriously happy, and totally, completely at peace. Chelsea pressed her face into his shoulder while her body trembled with aftershocks, each quake rushing through his body like an electrical current, spiralling pleasure through him. He waited for the air to come back into his lungs and for his legs to get their strength back. He kept his body tight in hers.

“I dreamed about you for years, Chelsea, of this, taking you over and over. I love hearing your moans and that little whimper you give when you can’t talk anymore. Your eyes go unfocused and you have this sexy as hell dazed look on your face. I see you like that every time I close my eyes and my shaft gets hard as a rock and I’m desperate to be inside of you, I see you soaring into another place.”

He stroked his hands over the curve of her bottom, revelling in the feel of her soft skin. “I swear, Chelsea, you really were made for me. We fit. You’re so damn perfect I lose my mind when I touch you.” Chelsea licked at the hollow of his damp shoulder and then pressed kisses up his shoulder to his neck. She nibbled and bit at him, her body moving in languid circles, still coming down from her powerful orgasm. “You make me feel as if I’m flying,” she admitted, her voice drowsy. “I’d better get you inside before you catch a cold out here.” “Christie says the cold air doesn’t give you a cold. Germs do,” she murmured, snuggling closer to him, not attempting to put her feet on the ground. “Besides, can’t you feel? I’m still

hot.”

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“Scorching,” he agreed. “And you’ll always be that way to me.” She moved her hips in another long, slow circle that sent waves of pleasure rippling over him. He was grateful she was so petite. It was obvious he was going to be carrying her inside. He managed to find the door handle and get it open, and he staggered in through the bedroom, collapsing on top of the mattress. Chelsea kissed his neck again and rolled away from him, her naked body sprawled across the bed.

“You think you’re going to sleep?”

“Mmm.”

Dave laughed and went back to retrieve their clothes and the blanket. He stood over her for a long time, wondering at the miracle that had been handed to him.

Chelsea stirred, turned over, and opened her delicate eyes. Her gaze moved over his face. She held out her hand to him. Chelsea with her soft, welcoming body and a mouth made in heaven. Chelsea with her loving heart.

“Turn toward me,” he instructed softly She obeyed him without question, without hesitation, uncaring that she was tired, only wanting to give him whatever he needed. She made him humble with her generosity. He pushed his pillow away and laid his head level with her breasts. Soft. Warm. Amazing. One arm circled her waist and he pulled her body to his, sliding one leg between hers. His hand slipped over the curve of her bottom, memorising the texture and shape of her before sliding up her thigh to cup her warm mound. He waited, but Chelsea didn’t protest. “God, baby, I love you.” He whispered the admission against her throat, kissing his way to her breast. He felt her heartbeat. Her breast was warm and soft as he gently covered it with his mouth, tongue sliding over her nipple. He felt the answer ripple against his hand. “I love how you want me, Chelsea.” “Always,” she murmured, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. She drifted on a tide of pleasure as he suckled at her breast, his fingers exploring hidden shadows.

you marry

Chelsea smile. “Yes.”

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a ridiculously long time to decide what she wants to watch. He wandered into the living room ten minutes later to find her snuggled,

“I don’t like shirts.”

raised a brow. “Got

then grabs the edge of the blanket and throws it over his lower body.

defensively. “I’ve never met anyone who’s

her hand and brings it under the blanket. Placed it directly on his

around the head of his shaft,

the TV screen, all the while enjoying the slow, lazy

hand stills as she turns to beam at me. “It won an Oscar.” A groan slips out. “No, baby doll. No. I refuse to watch

remote with her free hand,

blurted out. “The fucking Exorcist?” The hand job he was getting doesn’t even register anymore. He was too pumped that she chose a horror movie, and

He kisses her cheek and then sucks in a breath when something

is it?”

turned to her with even wider

another eyebrow. “Did you really

waved a hand around the room. “Look at us. It’s Friday night, and we’re on the living room couch, talking about how great our relationship is. That’s the most boring thing we could be doing.” He sighs loudly.

and cuddle every night? Is the

excitement isn’t over,” she assures

Because it kinda

Catherine’s voice cuts him off, and they both look up

thought you were hanging out with the kids tonight.” “Plans char! “She enters the room,