Billionaire's Redemption
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She giggles and squirms in my arms. “I think that’s just wishful thinking.”
“Well, you know I believe in mind over matter,” I reply, rolling her nipples in a way that always makes her wet. “But seriously, I think they are bigger than last week. I love how they fill my hands.”
“I’m glad you like them, because it makes me really hot when you do this.” She turns her head in search of my lips.
“You’re going to make a fantastic mom.” I slip my tongue between her lips and tease her tongue with mine. I love the fact that she spends so much time in a bikini now. It took me a long time to get her comfortable with thong bikinis, so hopefully, she won’t get self-conscious once she begins to show. I love seeing her like this. I coax her in front of the window so we can look out over the ocean. I love the combination of the beautiful sea and her gorgeous curves.
My rock-hard cock springs from my swimsuit as I pull the waistband forward. I use both hands for just a second to get rid of it. I then slip my fingers inside the outer edges of her bikini bottoms and coax her thong over her hips, allowing them to drop to the floor. “I love how you still get nervous when I get you naked in front of the window.”
“I don’t think my anxiety will ever fade completely after the time your mother walked in on us,” she says, glancing back at me with pursed lips.
“Well, I’m pretty sure she won’t pop in unannounced again,” I reply with a chuckle. “She was at least as traumatized as we were.” I slip my cock between her slick lips and ease into her.
“You’re a bad boy,” she moans as she is forced to place her hands against the glass to keep her balance. I continue to push forward until her breasts are also pressed up against the glass. I’ve showed her several times that no one can see anything from below because of the tinting, but it still sends a chill down her spine thinking that someone might catch us in the act. She shivers, and I instantly feel a gush of juices engulfing my cock as I give it to her in a steady, rhythmic motion that has her knees shaking within a matter of seconds.
By overwhelming her senses, she suddenly gets out of her head and forgets about who might be walking on the beach or whether I’ll make it to the office on time. None of that matters. All that matters is that I’m making love to the woman of my dreams, the woman who will bear me a son and the one I will spend the rest of my life with. Till death do us part.
Her breathing becomes labored and erratic, and I feel her pussy contracting with each stroke as her legs begin to shake more violently. I grip her hips firmly and thrust into her with everything I have, wanting to join her in the climax that she’s currently experiencing. The thought of us having children together is enough to send me over the edge. I pull out at the last second and send my load shooting all the way up the center of her back. I continue to hold her in place as the final drops land on her beautiful ass.
“You might want to grab a towel,” she says, looking back and giving me a smile. “You just love messing me up right before you leave the house, don’t you?”
“Hey, I’m just marking my territory,” I reply, running the towel down her back. “So no showering until after I’m back home.”
“That’s terrible,” she says, slapping me on the arm. “As if. Besides, I somehow landed the hottest man on this entire island. Anyone else would be a downgrade.”
“Well, who knows? Some women get the urge to go slumming now and then,” I reply, giving her a slap on the ass.
“You know damn well that I did my slumming before you and I started dating,” she replies, giving me a scornful glance. “After having you, there will be no going back. Anyone who purposely goes out slumming has some sort of power issues or something.”
“Whereas, you know damn well the power you have over me.” I touch the tip of my cock against her pussy lips.
“Exactly. I’m glad you realize that you can’t live without it, because that little box could never go back to a world without you either.” She reaches back and gives my cock a little tug. “Now go get cleaned up and get your butt to work. I don’t want your father calling here looking for you again.”
I tip my head back and laugh out loud. “That’s hilarious that he calls you whenever he doesn’t find me at the office on his way to work. Did he make some sort of deal with you or something? Is that why you’re always concerned with me getting there by seven?” I turn her around and look into those beautiful hazel eyes of hers.
“We don’t have a formal agreement, but I gave him my word that I would look after you and keep you on the straight and narrow,” she says with a cute little curl of her lips.
“Well, I’ll let him know that you’re trying your best. But I’ll also let him know that if I want to fuck you in front of the picture window at six-thirty in the morning, I’m going to be a few minutes late. It’s just that simple.”
“Well, I happen to like a man who knows what he wants and goes after it,” she says, sealing it with a sensual kiss. “Now go get dressed. I’ll make you an egg sandwich for the road.”
An egg sandwich with a cup of coffee has become one of my favorite breakfasts since moving down here. I don’t miss the fancy gruyere cheese, pancetta, truffles, and fancy French croissants. A simple ham, egg, and cheese sandwich on a toasted English muffin serves me just fine. I still like flying her off for a date at a fancy restaurant in Miami or Grand Cayman for a special occasion, but most nights, we make something right here.
The funny part is that I don’t miss my former life one bit. I will never be a billionaire now that I’ve given up the throne, but I wouldn’t trade this life for all the money in the world. Sometimes, it’s much more fulfilling to not be the king.
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