Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (finding audrey txt) 📖

I turn to look, for him to only pull my back as he guided me to his member. I was still for a few seconds and didn’t have any strength in my legs to get them to any work. I was annoyed when I saw him getting himself in me again without taking my state into account. I felt swollen down there and having this much girth in my very sensitive part now took my breath. The only shred of hope I was using to hang was the fact I never heard anyone dying of having sex. I didn't know how he wasn't tired yet.

I groaned when he got himself in even more. He held my belly to get me to sit and his part got out in the process making him growled holding my body to him. “Come on, ride me…” He hissed securing my legs around his torso and got myself a little up to make his entrance. I winced going up while his hands over my back held me down.

“Fuck, It’s like opening you for the first time…Fuck…” I hissed when I find him hitting me more in this position while I gasped louder and longer. My hands got around his neck when I found his mouth biting my neck. He was well built and rough…very rough.

“Fuck…” He said before stopping his movements and I felt him losing himself in me. “Come on show your husband how you jump the dicks.” He spoke in my ear making me narrow my eyes.

“Move your fucking ass, Julie.” He gritted this time making me shiver. He seemed pissed and I didn’t take much time before I started moving. I felt his body tightened. And, it was the moment that I realized he didn't notice I was a virgin.

A lump formed in my throat while moving while having him inside was a lot. On my second attempt, he was out of me making me sigh in relief but I cried louder when he got himself in me again and his act was followed by a slap on my ass making me move up but his other hand on my shoulder guided me to down. I don’t know for how long the act went on but I find myself coming over him while he kept slapping my very tender ass now.

There were two things I knew about the person who was my husband. First, he was heartless, and second, he didn’t care about anyone’s condition. He was a jerk. My heart was thumping so hard against my chest wondering when he will be satiated but he only went harder while my brain was convinced I need to leave him and forget about this night as soon as I can manage.

I could feel my legs lifeless, cold, and hard. And, I felt so spent. This time when he pulled away a smile played on his face as if he was making fun of me. “Tell me…you were asking to have a conversation like adults?” He asked making me wide my eyes.

I, who knew better than to initiate any conversation stayed silent knowing he can’t be talked to like a normal person. It was as if everything has been commuted and there was nothing left to say. And, I knew we were not going to live together. But right now, I didn’t have any energy to say that too. I had my eyes closed and was trying to get my breathing to normal while ripples of pain were resonating from my core to my whole being. It seemed more like spasms I used to get on a monthly basis. “You seem spent…normally woman asks for more. You can beg for more if you want. You are my wife I won’t refuse.” He said the last part coming close to my mouth.

“I…I am tired,” I said looking in his eyes and found his face pissed in an instant. “Maybe it’s because you are really tight…but I can work on it…you know to get you to loosen.” His indifferent tone was like a stab on my heart but I got back finding him coming close. “Relax…it’s not like I have only you…you can sleep in here…after all, you have worked very smartly to get here.” I find him getting out of the bed and get to the bathroom. I looked at my dress dump on the floor with his clothing and fisted the blanket hard thinking about every decision that got me here. The air around me was still very thick. Marrying without knowing someone was the worst decision that I made. And, trying to learn something about anyone online had got me fucked…literally.

I lay on my back groaning with all the numbness and trauma my husband gifted me on my first night with him. I had wondered about sex a lot of time but never had I ever imagined it to be this draining. Never had I ever imagined it to be with a complete stranger who would take me as he owns me. But what did he meant by he doesn’t only have me? Something turned in my stomach while I closed my eyes feeling his sticky reminder slipping out of my womanhood.

Don’t think about it, Julie. You…shouldn’t care about what his life is. Just tell him in the morning that it can’t work and that you are ready with whatever decision he takes for leaving you.

And, about Mr. Lucca, I don’t think I will be required to explain to him a lot. He must already be aware of how his son is. I closed my eyes realizing he was out of the bathroom but had my breathing very erratic. I knew if he noticed carefully he will know I am not sleeping. I had every sense of mine alerted. I could sense him roaming in the room and got tense when I felt him getting on the bed.

I gasped when I felt his leg and hand coming over me. But soon found his hand around my neck as he jerked my head to have my ear to his mouth. “Sleep tight…you have your first day being my wife…and let me tell you…” He sounded like pure evil and his change of aura made me tremble. “…I am not expecting any kind of disappointment...” His hand loosened and came to grab my breast and I winced when he rubbed the place he had made sore with his mouth.

My throat felt stuff when I sensed his body getting relaxed on my back. And, I guess I was aware of what was touching my ass. Of course, I had imagined and dreamed of being in a pair of strong arms. These arms sure were stronger than I imagined but made me feel nothing. I wasn't at rest or at home. I was tired after only a few minutes under his leg but had no mind to shift to make him stir. Despite being so tired I couldn’t sleep. My eyes did feel heavy but flashbacks of his face as he did me didn’t dissolve for a single second. How it felt whenever he jerked me up didn't leave my thoughts. And, with this, I wonder how many times he will use his card of me receiving the money to get his way with me.