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.

body. Natalie’s mouth

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 from the meeting point of their bodies and bet**en

and Brandon’s d*esire had been completely

on the pillow, Natalie gasped for breath. Her hair was tangled. It clung to her neck and her flushed cheeks. She gazed at Brandon’s

the bathroom?” Brandon shrugged into a

She couldn’t

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 didn’t you say anything

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

then heard a gentle snore escape her nostrils… Natalie had

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

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

panic, she accidentally stepped on Brandon,

jolted awake and cried out in pain. Upon seeing the flustered look on Natalie’s

on her phone. The anxiety and panic that had

so scared. I thought

back here then,” Brandon said while looking at Natalie with

without hesitation. When she started working, she had grown accustomed to early mornings and eschewed sleeping in.

Brandon decided to get up as

kitchen, just as Natalie was about to make a sandwich, her phone