The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)
Chapter 73 Seventy Three

Isabelle felt like she was going to die if he didn't do anything to stop that ache building in her abdomen.

His fingers felt good, but they were only increasing the ache. She felt empty. She wanted him to fill her with...with that huge erection of his that she wasn't sure could even fit inside her.

But it wasn't like she was going to tell him to just fuck her already. She wished she had the courage to. He had no problem telling her exactly what he thought. She wished she could be able to say the things he did without feeling embarrassed.

Jacob shifted, getting up from his position beside her. He covered her body with his, his knees parting her thighs apart. Then he lowered his lower body, got his fingers out of the way, and grind his hard-on into her.

Her thighs fell further apart and her head fell back as her arousal climbed to another level. Her hands held onto his shoulders, her eyes locked on his face as he moved between her legs. He rocked his hips back and forth, his hard ridge hitting her centre spot-on.

"Please," she cried, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to draw him closer.

"What?" he asked, licking his lips. "What do you want, Bella?"

Damn him, he was going to make her say it, wasn't he?

"I want you," she told him, moving her hips to increase the friction between them. Her panties needed to go. And his boxers.

"Where?" he asked, lowering his head to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. "Where do you want me, babe?"

Her heart-and a few nether regions-fluttered at his use of the pet name. "Inside me," she replied, too far gone in her lust to care what words left her mouth. "I want your cock inside me."

His body went still, as if her words had shocked him. But he recovered quickly, and he kissed her deeply on her lips for a few seconds before pulling back and saying, "You are sexy as fuck."

He pulled away and got on his knees, hooked his thumbs on her panties, and drew them down her legs. Great. She gaped when after getting them off her legs, he pressed them to his nose and took a deep breath.

"You smell amazing," he said, his eyes on her face. "You'll let me eat your pussy later, right?"

What? Eat... She shook her head vigorously.

"It's okay," he said, putting her panties aside and turning to his boxers. "We'll get to that."

Would they? She couldn't imagine being able to let him near her vagina with his mouth. It sounded too...too... Too much.

She forgot her worries about him making dinner of her pussy when his length was released from its prison. His cock stood hard and proud as it jutted out of his abdomen, thick and long. Her vagina clenched and her mouth watered. She couldn't believe she craved that thing inside her.

He crawled over her, covering her again. His thick length prodded her in her thigh, and she shifted, wanting it in her centre.

He supported his upper body on one elbow while his other hand went between their bodies. He fingered her again, dipping his index and middle fingers into her. "I need you right now," he groaned, "I can't wait anymore."

"I'm ready," she told him. Her heart thudded heavily behind her ribs in nervous anticipation.

"I'll be slow," he promised, kissing her temple. "Fuck." He drew back from her. "Wait a minute."

She watched as he crawled from her and towards the bedside cabin. He pulled out a drawer and emerged with a condom in his hands. She was so nervous she had completely forgotten about that.

He tore the packet and rolled the rubber on his cock, sheathing the thick shaft. And then he was back to her, looming over her.

He reached between their bodies, this time to guide his cock to her core. Her stomach clenched as she felt his head against her opening. Using his hand, he stroked the tip up and down her slit, covering it with her juices. And then he pushed his hips forward, breaching her entrance with his thick head.

She gasped, and he went still. "Are you okay?"

She nodded quickly. "Yes. Don't stop."

He pulled back, and then pushed forward again. He repeated that several times, breaching her a little further each time.

She held onto his back, and she could feel how his muscles tensed and released with every move he made.

He groaned as he pushed deeper into uncharted territory. "You're so tight," he said, and then moved his hand from his cock to her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with his thumb. "This might hurt."

"Just do it," she instructed, wanting to feel all of him inside her. She was already feeling some pressure, but she was also relishing the feeling of fullness he was giving her. And, every time he drew back, it felt like his cock was giving her vaginal walls a sensual massage.

Jacob lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss. Sensations overwhelmed her. From his kiss, his finger on her clit, his cock withdrawing from her pussy-

"Ow!" she cried as he drove his cock forward in a single thrust, burying his entire length inside her. She shut her eyes tightly as her abdominal muscles tried to relax around the sudden penetration.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

She began nodding, but then shook her head. Heavens, he was finally inside her. There was some pain, but the emptiness was gone, and somehow that made it worth it.

Jacob wasn't still moving, and she opened her eyes to replace him looking at her with a worried look on his face. "Take me again," she told him, "slowly, but I want all of you. It's just a little pain."

He began moving again, slowly as she requested, and driving his full length into her before drawing back. His strokes gradually got faster, and her arousal jumped to a dimension she had never experienced before.

"Yes," she whimpered when he drove his cock into her and rotated his hips, grinding into her. Her hands glided down his sweat-covered back. "Harder."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice breathy. "You have no idea how tight you are, Bella. I want to fuck you hard, but I don't want to hurt you."

"And you have no idea how good it feels when you move inside me," she told him, lifting one leg and hooking it around his. "You're not hurting me, but I might go crazy if you keep holding back."

He grinned and brushed his knuckles against her cheek. "My sweet Bella, you're not shy anymore, are you?"

She blushed, but that didn't keep her from rocking her hips to encourage him to move.

"You are killing me," he groaned, and then started moving again. He thrust into her faster and faster, until he was pounding into her as she had asked, holding nothing back.

She turned into a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him. Their rushed breaths mingled, their hearts pounded together chaotically, and the sounds of their bodies coming together filled the room. "Jacob!" she cried when the buildup in her abdomen rushed towards a high she had never felt before. "I'm coming. Don't stop."

"I won't," he growled, moving his hips faster. Her hands had long slid down to his ass, where her fingers sunk into his skin. "Come with me, Isabelle."

His thrusts got even harder, faster, and she thought she was going to pass out before she reached orgasm. She really would, if she didn't let go soon. "Jacob, please," she cried again, needing to go over the edge.

"I got you," he said, and then his finger was back on her clitoris, flicking the damp nub expertly.

It worked like a switch.

She cried out loud as her entire body tensed alongside her vaginal muscles as they clamped down on Jacob's cock inside her.

He gave a shout, his upper body falling forward as her tight pussy gripped his shaft. He couldn't move as her vagina clenched around him over and over again, and it was all he could do to not come right then. He waited until her muscles relaxed enough to let him move, and then he pulled back and thrust deep into her. She was still coming, and it felt like the most intoxicating sight ever, to watch all the sensations that crossed her face while her pussy kept convulsing all around him.

He rested both his elbows on either side of her and put all of his strength into his hips. He felt his orgasm coming, and he knew he was going to come harder than he ever had before.

"Oh God, I think I'm coming again," she cried, as she wrapped both her legs around his ass.

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning at her. Know what was better than making her come once? Making her do it twice. Multiple times. He planned on replaceing out how far she could go, soon.

"Yes."

Well, he wasn't going to disappoint. He pumped into her as hard as he could, until his balls slapped against her ass. He came seconds later when her walls contracted around him again, squeezing the orgasm out of him.

His cock spasmed in her hot pussy as he kept coming and coming. He was sparsely aware of her legs falling away from him, and her body shaking beneath his.

When his cock stopped jerking inside her, he let his body fall forward. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. Her hot breath misted over his sweaty skin, and he could feel her thudding heart against his chest.

He shifted to his side so that he could hold her close without crushing her body under his weight.

They cuddled like that for many minutes, until his cock started going soft inside her and he had to pull out. Her pussy was so snuggly, he didn't want to leave. The low moan of disapproval that she made let him know he wasn't the only one who preferred their current position.

He smothered kisses on her face before pulling back. "I'll be back in a minute," he promised, working his way out of the bed. All he wanted to do was fall back beside her and go to sleep.

He made his way to the bathroom, where he discarded the used rubber. He grabbed a few tissues on his way back.

He found her still lying in bed, looking like she didn't have any energy to move. It was a good thing, because he didn't want her to go anywhere yet. Ever.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him lazily as he made his way to the bed. He still couldn't believe she wasn't making a run for the door.

"I feel so tired," she said, "and I didn't even do anything."

He huffed as he got onto the bed and between her legs. "My cock doesn't agree. Tell me in the morning if you still feel like you didn't do anything."

He knew she would be sore in the morning. Her muscles had done more than enough work to make her entire body ache the next day.

"What are you doing?" she asked when he got hold of her leg.

"I'm cleaning you up so you can be comfortable."

"Oh. Yeah, it's all sticky-" Her eyes widened and she clamped her thighs shut.

"Don't you think it's a little too late to close your legs?" he teased.

Heat rose on her face. "I..." She got on her arms and lifted her upper body. Moving her hips, her eyes scanned the bedsheets near her legs. Finally, her expression relaxed. "Nothing," she said. "What were you looking for?"

"Nothing." She reached for the tissues. "I'll do it myself."

He moved his hand out of her reach. "Let me finish my job, will you?"

When he reached for her legs again, she let him. He had her dry with a few wipes, and then he made another dash to the bathroom to toss the tissues.

When he came back, he turned the lights off and slid in next to her, pulling the duvet over their bodies. She nestled against his body like she was used to it. Like none of the hesitance she always had about being close to him existed anymore.

He was never letting her go.