The Billionaire Takes a Bride (Billionaires and Bridesmaids,(80)

A happy smile curved her mouth. “You’re the best man.”

“Wait until I get inside you.” The sound of a condom packet punctuated his comment. “Then you’ll really think I’m the best.”

“Arrogant,” she said with a chuckle.

“Just someone who knows how to please his wife.” A moment later, the head of his cock pressed against her *, and he dragged it slowly over her folds, back and forth.

Chelsea moaned, desire returning in a rush. Her nipples hardened, and she fought the urge to buck up against him, to force his cock inside her. The glide of his flesh over hers felt incredible. “Oh, god, that’s so good.”

“Looks pretty f*cking amazing from this side, too,” Sebastian told her, and repeated the motion.

She pushed her ass out farther, so it was sticking out, and he hummed his appreciation at the small movement. “I want you inside me, Sebastian. Please. Fill me up.”

“My sweet Chelsea. My beautiful wife,” he said softly, and then pushed into her.

She gasped. Being filled up by him—there was no sensation like it in the world. That first thrust always startled her with how good, and how achingly deep it felt. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Just like that.”

Sebastian groaned and thrust into her again. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and then he began to thrust into her from behind. “God, you feel so f*cking amazing, baby. I love being deep inside you.”

She whimpered as he pushed deep into her with each thrust. “I love you. So much.”

“Love you, too,” he gritted, and his thrusts became harder, his skin slapping against hers with each stroke. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. And no one’s ever going to come between us. Ever again.”

“Ever,” she agreed, panting. Her desire was ratcheting up again, his rough thrusts making her ache with every plunge of his cock into her. Her breasts swayed and brushed against the pillows with every thrust, and even that small motion aroused her. “I’m yours. Forever.”

“Mine,” he growled, and his motions became even more fierce.

Chelsea gasped, clinging to one of the pillows in front of her as his hard thrusts rubbed her in that perfect spot once again. “Oh!”

He stilled, then pushed a hand against the small of her back. “Lean in more, baby.” When she complied, he adjusted her hips a bit more, until she was practically buried face-first in the pillows and her ass seemed to be pointing at the ceiling.

Then he thrust again, and her world rocked. That was the perfect spot. A small cry escaped her throat and her toes curled inside her skates. “Right there!”

Sebastian thrust, pumping into her so hard that the wheels on her skates banged against the carpet. She gave a choked cry, whimpering as another orgasm spiraled close. Her entire body clenched and she tried to lift her hips to push back against him as he sank into her. Her cheek was pressed against the sofa, and she figured she looked ridiculous with her ass in the air, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the orgasm that was so close to reach.

With another thrust, she was there, and a little cry escaped her throat. Her body clenched tight, every muscle locking in perfect bliss. The breath escaped her lungs and she felt her * clench around him as she came, heard him swear as he felt it, too. Then he pulsed inside her, and his movements grew erratic, rougher, and out of sync. He breathed her name and stilled as he came.

And Chelsea felt like a melted puddle of contentment.

When she could breathe again, she moaned. “Good god.”

He patted her ass and slid out of her, then leaned against the couch next to Chelsea, panting. “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”

She giggled. “Modest, too. I’m a lucky girl.”

“I’m the lucky one,” he said, tugging her upright so he could give her another kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt the same way, really. “Want to go shower, oh lucky one? We should probably clean up before Pisa comes home and sees how we’ve wrecked her place.”

He pressed another kiss to her mouth, her neck, her jaw. “I’ll buy her a new one.”

She snuggled against him. “You can’t buy everything, you know.”

“Yeah, but I can damn sure well try. Especially if it makes you smile.” His arms tightened around her. “I’d do anything for your smile.”

“Anything?” she questioned, teasing.

“Anything,” he agreed solemnly.

She looked up at him and wiggled her brows. “Got another condom?”

His grin of delight told her the answer to that.





Epilogue



“Paint me like one of your French girls, Jack,” Gretchen said in a coquettish voice, and gave a flip of her hair.

“I swear to god, Gretchen, if you say that line one more time, I’m going to paint you with a mustache,” Sebastian said, not looking up from his sketch pad. “And quit moving or I really am just going to use a photo.”

Gretchen pouted. “I don’t photograph well and you know it. Your man sure is grumpy, Chelsea.” She rolled her eyes and re-assumed her pose on the divan.

“To be fair,” Chelsea said in her best peacemaking tone, “you have used that quote four times in the last half hour.”