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.

bodies of the two intertwined, their breathing rough and uneven. M*oans echoed bet**en them, like the honeyed

Brandon e*jacu*lated into her body. Natalie’s mouth was wide; her throat too dry

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 the meeting point of their

with sweat, and Brandon’s d*esire had

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

to the bathroom?” Brandon shrugged into a bathrobe. His body

She couldn’t even

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.

will have less time together after you open your own studio.” Brandon played with Natalie’s hair. He inhaled the

caressed Natalie’s b*rea*sts, then heard a gentle

struggled to sit up as her body felt sore all over after a

from the bed and began to put on her clothes

a fit of panic, she accidentally stepped on Brandon, who was still in a deep

pain. Upon seeing the flustered look on Natalie’s face, he chuckled and asked, “Do you know what day it

anxiety and panic that had crept into her vanished in an instant

was so scared. I

Natalie with an

had grown accustomed to early mornings and eschewed sleeping in. To her, it was a waste of her precious

Brandon decided to

about to make a