The Billionaire’s Sweet Surprise(5)

“Vince is very busy. It must’ve slipped his mind.”





How was it that she managed that bullshit without choking?





Vince had had ample opportunity to spill the beans and he’d chosen not to.





Oh, that man! She wanted to punch him in the throat.





“Well, good luck. That club tends to draw the lowest common denominator within certain circles,” she said sweetly. “I know the members are supposedly screened but you never know what’s getting through.”





“Come now, some of the lowest common denominators are the most entertaining…and inventive.”





Okay, this conversation just took a turn for the worse. Sutton was beginning to wear on her nerves. “No accounting for taste I suppose. Or class. If you see Vince, please tell him I wish to speak with him.”





“Of course, cousin,” Sutton said with that damnable smile again. He knew he’d just stirred the pot and reveled in the mess. What an asshole. Now she knew why Vince always seemed poised to punch the guy in the nose.





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Vince knew the moment he met his wife’s gaze from across the room that she was ready to blow a gasket.





She’d gone from weepy to pissed off and he hadn’t even been in the room.





Surely, she wasn’t mad at him, right?





“Emma? What’s wrong?”





She slammed the office door with her foot and glared. “When were you going to tell me that the sale fell through?”





Word traveled fast apparently. He knew he should’ve told her the bad news. How had he thought that waiting was a good idea?





“I’m sorry. I was going to tell you last night but you weren’t exactly in a great mood so…”





“So you thought you’d save that little nugget for when I was happier? Vince, that’s total bullshit. And I had to find out from Sutton, of all people.”





He glared. That asshole. “I’ll kill him.”





“Forget Sutton. This is about you not sharing with me things that I feel strongly about. You know how I feel about that club. I hate it and you continually being dragged into it, makes me want to throw things.”





His temper rose. “I didn’t have a hand in the sale failing. I want to be done with it just as much as you do.”





“Not possible.” She stomped her foot. “Like I believe that. It’s your sex club! Why would you want to sell it? A place where you can get anonymous, dirty sex with anyone you like, women with perfect bodies and insane appetites for any fantasy that you could possibly want? Yeah, sure, you want to sell! And I’m a monkey’s uncle!”





Tears glittered in her beautiful eyes and he was struck by the realization that there was so much more in play than the club not selling.





Most times Emma was irritated by club business but not raging pissed off. She understood that it took time to move a delicate operation such as Malvagio but suddenly his wife had turned into a raving shrew!





“I don’t go to the club for sex and you know it,” he told her with a hard stare. “You’re the only woman I want.”





“How can you? I’m hideous!”





“You’re fucking beautiful,” he roared back, unable to believe they were having this argument over something so stupid.





He strode to her, gripping her by the neck and pulling her to him. The rounded swell of her belly pressed against him as he sealed his mouth to hers, shutting her up for a blessed moment.





She gasped but didn’t fight push him away. Emma moaned against his lips as his free hand found the round globe of her breast.





He squeezed, loving the feel of her tit in his hand. His wife’s breasts had always turned him on, but now that she was bigger than ever before, he couldn’t get enough.





For the past few weeks he’d been tabling his desire because Emma hadn’t been all that interested. Each time he’d reached for her, she’d shut him down but not this time.





He was going to remind her why they were so good together.





And he wasn’t taking no for an answer.





Vince walked her backward until she was pressed against the wall. He nibbled on her neck, nipping and sucking at all her favorite spots, merciless in his determination.





“Vince? Wait, no,” Emma protested breathlessly as he pulled her yoga pants down to feast his gaze on her sweet pussy.





He fingered the damp, dark blonde curls he knew so well and kneeled before her. Sliding his fingers along the seam of her folds, he eagerly parted the tender flesh to reveal what he wanted beneath his tongue.





“Vince! Anyone could come in!”





“They’ll get the idea and leave,” he said, sucking and licking at her clit.





Nothing was going to stop him.





She smelled like heaven. If he could bottle up the scent of his wife’s pussy he would just so he could take a whiff whenever he felt like it.





He growled with pure pleasure. He was going to make Emma remember why she fell in love with him in the first place.





“Oh God, Vince,” she cried, one hand curled in his hair as he fucked her pussy with his tongue and the other clapped firmly over her eyes as she succumbed to the sensation of his marauding tongue plundering her swollen clit over and over.





Her thighs trembled and he knew she was ready to come.





“Vince, OhmyGod! Yes!” And then his feisty pregnant princess shattered and nearly toppled to the floor when her legs gave out but he caught her easily and kissed her hard.





“I think you’re the hottest, sexiest little thing in my life and there’s no one I’d rather fuck than you right this minute. So stop freaking out over shit that’s not real.”





Face flushed, Emma clung to him and nodded as she slowly came out of her haze.





“Now, bend over that desk, sweet girl,” he told her, his tone leaving no room for argument. She bit her lip and did as she was told.





He framed her plump ass with both hands, loving how everything about her was lush and full. “You have an ass that won’t quit, baby,” he said, appreciating her curves. “Jesus, you’re killing me.”





He wasted no time in jerking his cock free and going behind his wife, thrilling at how easily she turned him on. He would never tire of this view.





He pressed the head into her cleft and her tight sheath closed around him like a hot, wet glove.





Oh fuck. That was good. “Emma,” he breathed her name as he slowly thrust against her. “God, I love you.”





She pushed against him and he gripped her hips as he tried to be gentle but a beast was roaring inside him, demanding to go hard into that sweet heat.





“Harder,” she moaned and he nearly lost it right there. His greedy wife wanted his brutal cock and he was happy to give it to her.





A small sliver of worry followed though even as sweat broke out on his brow from the intense pleasure.





“The baby?” he managed to ask in a tight voice, holding himself back by the thinnest margin.





“Fuck me right, Buchanan,” Emma growled and he shuddered with unadulterated lust at his wife’s carnal abandon. “Do it now!”





He laughed and grabbed a handful of his wife’s long blonde hair, pulling it deliciously tight, bowing her slightly as she trembled, her rounded belly barely clearing the desk top as she braced herself. He drove into her, burying his cock into his tight wife until his balls slapped against her ass.





“My greedy little woman,” he moaned with whole-hearted approval. “She likes it hard and rough.”





“Oh God, yes!”





Vince hammered her pussy with his cock, lifting her onto her toes with each thrust.





Her drenched core dribbled onto his shaft as the sloppy sounds of sex filled the room.





He could never get enough of this woman. Ever.





Just watching her pussy gobble up his cock, penetrating that wet, juicy core with each powerful thrust, was enough to send him hurtling into the pleasure zone but he tried to hold back.





He wanted to make it last.





But he was too close to blowing. “Emma,” he gasped. “I can’t hold back!”





“Not yet,” she panted, pushing against him, demanding her own pleasure without hesitation. “Not yet! Almost…”





Vince gritted his teeth, his eyes crossing from the effort it took not to come.





He pounded her hard, knowing his wife needed that G-spot brutalized in order to hit the high note.





He punished her with his cock, driving into her without mercy until she gasped with a keening shudder.





“Yessss, Vince!”





And he knew that was the cue to let loose.





He gratefully let go of his control and allowed his orgasm to crash around him, stealing his ability to think or reason.





All that mattered was the intense pleasure squeezing every last drop of fluid from his balls, jetting spurts of man-juice into his wife’s womb.





He pumped load after load into her tight channel, bathing her insides with his cum.





This was his favorite part, of course. Filling his wife with his seed. It was primal, animalistic…perfect.