The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(149)

“I'm going to take you now, I need you to relax to keep it from hurting, I'll try to be careful,” he whispered as he climbed between her legs and position his hard cock against her slippery opening.

“Okay, I trust you,” Julie told him, wrapping her arms around him, and spread her legs wide, liking the way his weight felt when he pressed her against the bed, supporting most of it on his hands to keep from squishing her completely.

He kissed her hard, his chest hair rubbing roughly against her nipples, making her stomach tighten in arousal. When she was rubbing her hips up and against him, he took her fast, burying himself to the hilt, and then held still.

Julie gasped, the stinging burn of his cock ripping through her hymen left her breathless and in shock for a moment, but as he slowly started to move himself inside of her, the pain quickly relaxed and turned into a intense pleasure that had her fingers digging into his shoulders. Thrusting her hips up against him, she met him thrust for thrust, enjoying the way he made her feel.

Marshal's groin rubbed against her clit as he pumped himself into her tight hole, and he nibbled his lips and teeth gently against her neck and shoulder, moaning against her as her nails left little red marks in his shoulders.

Julie cried out in surprise when another orgasm had her entire body shaking underneath of him and she let out a squeal as he shuddered inside of her, his own release causing him to spew his hot seed inside of her. When he pulled out, he got up and got a wash cloth and got it wet and delicately cleaned up between her thighs and legs.

“Thank you,” Julie murmured, humbled by him taking the time to wash her up after their first encounter.

Marshal nodded, and then got back into bed with her, wrapping his large arms around her small frame and held her close until she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder and her leg over his.

Chapter 6

More to Love

Julie had been helping Marshal with all his invoices, but Marshal took trades for much of the work he did as a doctor and the newest gift was a half side of dried pig that had been turned into jerky and needed to be stored. The smell was making her nauseous but she put it in the cellar with the rest of the stored goods. Then she stomped back to his house feeling grumpy with him. All the new stuff she'd been learning about him after she'd married him made her wonder if they'd rushed into things.

Don't get her wrong, she loved the sex, and intimacy, and anything that felt that good shouldn't be wrong, but the temptation and sin of sex made total sense why they wanted you to wait for marriage. But Marshal upset her. They'd argued this morning before he left to help deliver another baby.

Marshal had more money than he knew what to do with, he owned more than one working gold mine, and she still felt upset that he'd hid that from her when they first got married. Money didn't matter to her, but knowing that he was richer than he'd told her, and his being a doctor was because he wanted to donate back to humanity. She could respect that, and as a god-fearing woman she felt it was important to support him as his wife.

But the lie of omission hurt her more than she wanted to admit. She started to cry as she slammed the door and went back into the house. She'd promised to make him bread, and angrily started throwing the ingredients into a bowl and got it ready to let it rise before baking it.

She was angry through, logically, she could understand why he didn't tell her before he married her. Many women would jump at the chance to marry a man with money just for the money sake, and she picked him because he seemed nice and hard working and she admired those traits.

Not knowing why it hurt her feelings so bad, she beat on the dough until it was almost ruined. Finally sighing, she stuck the bowl on the windowsill and covered it with a towel to leave it for a while.

Feeling tired, she went to the sitting area and sat down on the love seat and promised herself she'd just shut her eyes for a moment. She was awoken to Marshal slamming the door open as he pushed it with his foot and carried in a baby goat.

“I delivered a healthy baby, they gave me a healthy baby in return,” Marshal announced as the young goat made a strangled cry and struggled in his arms. But he had a death grip on it.

Julie almost fell off the couch as she startled awake and watched the gigantic bear of a man subdue a cute baby goat. If she hadn't been half asleep and grumpy with him, she might have almost laughed at the comedy of watching him try to calm the goat.

“What do you plan on doing with that?” she asked him raising an eyebrow in curiosity as she straightened her dress and stood up.

“Sleeping in the middle of the day were ye?” he asked her and gave her a funny look.

“You keep me up at night, I don't get enough sleep with all your attentions,” Julie muttered and then walked over to see the baby goat and barely caught it when he dumped it into her arms.

“Julie, you don't seem to mind my attentions when I'm giving them to you,” Marshal said as he followed Julie as she took the goat outside to the barn and put it in a stall.

“Did you have to bring the goat into the house, you couldn't put it into the barn yourself?” She snipped at him and put it in the stall and shut the door.

“What is wrong with you Julie?” Marshal grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms in the barn and tried to kiss her.

Julie turned her head away from him and burst into tears, shocking them both.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I didn't mean, I'm sorry, I can't...” She trailed off and sniffled and then buried her face into his arms and let him stand there comforting her.