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

mouth was wide; her throat

bet**en her t*highs. 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

with sweat, and

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

to the bathroom?” Brandon

She couldn’t even raise

to the bed and held her in his arms. He combed the tangles out of her long hair with his slender 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

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 nostrils… Natalie had fallen

her sleep. She struggled to sit up as her body felt sore all over after a night of action. She checked the time on her phone. Her eyes widened in shock when

She sprang up from the

stepped on

jolted awake and cried out in pain. Upon seeing the flustered look on Natalie’s face, he chuckled and asked, “Do you know what day

on her phone. The anxiety and panic that had

my, God. I was so scared. I

looking at Natalie with an affectionate gaze. “We don’t usually get to sleep in

had grown accustomed to early mornings and

no intention of going back to bed, Brandon decided to get up as well. With that, they went downstairs

the kitchen, just as Natalie was about to make