The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 707

Brandon p**ssed Natalie against the bed and caressed from her s*hins all the way up to her t*highs. Natalie’s breathing quickened and hitched. Wait for me to finish my work,” she murmured.

“Give me two hours.” Brandon k**sed her neck and roughly pulled off her s*kirt and u*nderwear. The clothes fell on her feet.

Brandon lifted one of Natalie’s legs and put it over his shoulder. She was already w*et. “How w*et you are!” He marveled in a playful voice. Biting her lower l*p, Natalie’s eyes fell on the b*ulge bet**en Brandon’s legs.

Brandon removed his clothes, exposing his long, thick p*enis. Holding it, he r*bbed himself against Natalie s welcoming p*uss*y.

“Be gentle…” Natalie pushed against the tips of her toes and widened her legs. Each time he entered her, she became w*tter.

Brandon slowly unb**toned Natalie’s shirt, exposing her pure white, lace bra. Her pink n*ipples strained against the delicate material, begging him to touch them. Natalie s mouth opened unconsciously. Brandon r*bbed her b*rea*sts forcefully.

“Ah,” she m**ned. “Ah… Ah… Honey…”

Brandon hooked Natalie’s other leg over his shoulder and th**st deeper. She felt him against the deepest parts of her body and trembled involuntarily.

When Brandon th**st into her with all his strength, she was tight but yielding, embracing his p*enis, squeezing him. It felt comfortable, natural. He increased the speed of his t*hrusts. The bed sheet tangled beneath them Natalie’s fi**gers clutched the pillow. She could not speak.

Brandon had found her most s*ensitive spot.

He p**ssed against it, and she trembled all over. Her m*oans were intermittent. She shed joyful tears.

breathing rough and uneven. M*oans echoed bet**en them, like the

Natalie’s mouth was wide; her throat

Brandon’s eyes were unfocused. He called her name in a low voice, and his thick, long, hard p*enis pushed d*eeper with each call until it filled her d*eepest part, and the liquid became a white fine foam, flowing from

was sl*ppery with sweat, and Brandon’s d*esire had

on the pillow, Natalie gasped for breath. Her hair was tangled. It clung to her neck and her

to the bathroom?” Brandon shrugged into

head. She couldn’t even raise

fi**gers. “I think it’s a great idea for you to call your studio Iris.” Leaning against his ch*st, Natalie felt sleepy. She yawned and asked, “Why didn’t you

we will have less time together after you open your own studio.” Brandon played with Natalie’s hair. He inhaled the fragrance of her body and k**sed her. “Honey, let’s do

b*rea*sts, then heard a gentle snore escape her

crept through the window, Natalie stirred from her sleep. She struggled to sit up as her body felt sore all over after a night

Natalie exclaimed. She sprang up from the bed and began to put on her

panic, she accidentally stepped on

out in pain. Upon seeing the flustered look on Natalie’s face, he chuckled

her phone. The anxiety and panic that had crept

my, God. I was so scared.

at Natalie with an affectionate gaze. “We don’t usually

Natalie turned down his suggestion without hesitation. When she started working, she had grown accustomed to early mornings and eschewed sleeping in. To her,

decided to get up as well. With that,

the kitchen, just as Natalie was about to make a