Free A Busty Bride for the Billionaire (Contemporary Erotic Romance) by Vanessa Wilde

 
     
    Kim licked up and down Dave's shaft until it glistened with her saliva.
     
    With one hand, she squeezed at her D-cup breasts, pressing her fingers hard into the juicy, soft flesh... while her other reached back between her legs, and flicked across her labia and against her clit.
     
    She moved her mouth up, to kiss his abs, running her tongue between their hard creases. A few seconds later, and she bent back down to take his rigid cock into her mouth, while simultaneously dunking two fingers inside herself, sliding them in and out with steadily increasing urgency.
     
    She bobbed her head up and down, feeling the head of him against the back of her throat, her lips curling around his base.
     
    “OK, let me fuck you now.”
     
    Obediently, Kim popped Dave's cock free of her mouth, and unsteadily got to her feet.
     
    Dave was seated on an armless chair in her kitchen, and she turned around and sat gingerly on his lap, running his cock between her asscheeks for a few seconds. Then she reached behind her and, with two fingers, angled him into her. She sat back, and slid him in.
     
    Pulling her hair over one shoulder so it wouldn't hit him in the face with her movements, she put her hands on her knees and starting bouncing up and down on his cock.
     
    “Yeah baby... yeah, that's good...”
     
    She smiled a little smile at that, and picked up the pace, filling the kitchen with the sounds of her ass slapping against his thighs.
     
    After a minute of this, she started to really feel it, and moved a hand down to her clit to encourage that feeling, to fan it stronger...
     
    Then Dave put his hands on her hips, and pushed her forward, so that she almost fell flat on her face. She steadied herself against the counter, and he started pumping at her furiously.
     
    The next thing she knew, Dave was bellowing a groan as he pulled out and came all over her ass.
     
    She turned around, got on her knees, and licked his cock clean as it softened in her mouth.
     
    With a finger, she wiped a drop of it that had dripped down her chin, and put it between her lips with a little pop. Another smile, and she was off to the bathroom to get some toilet paper to wipe herself up.
     
    When she came back into the kitchen, he was pulling on his shoes, and getting up from the chair.
     
    “Hey, so, I gotta go. I'll text you later.”
     
    “Huh? Oh, OK... Have a good time! ...bye!”
     
    He gave her a grunt and a nod as he pulled the front door closed behind him.
     
    ...
     
    ...And that was the last time she ever saw her boyfriend. Or, rather, her ex-boyfriend.
     
    He had texted her later in the afternoon to tell her as much.
     
    “ i thin we shud c othr ppl.steve comin ovr to pckup my cds ”
     
    That was all she got – that, and a visit from his disgusting best friend Steve at 11pm that night, who was more than a little drunk, and clearly thinking he could “console” her when she was down...
     
    He only left when she started throwing the CDs at him.
     
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    For some reason, that memory flashed in her head in a panicked second while she looked at the man sat across from her in the café.
     
    In fact, pretty much every embarrassing or humiliating experience she'd ever had seemed to be flashing through her head in that moment. It didn't take a genius to puzzle out why: she was sat at a table with the most handsome man she had ever seen in her whole life, bar none.
     
    He was the kind of handsome that makes men want to offer him their daughters' hand in marriage... or just for a one night stand. The kind of handsome that makes models reach for their mirrors, to reassure themselves they haven't turned into frogs. The kind that makes even university professors and Buddhist monks start thinking the life of the mind and worldly detachment might not be all it's cracked up to be.
     
    He had even, chiseled features – high cheekbones above a wide, solid jaw which had been shaved smooth this morning but already