Charmed by the Billionaire CEO

[Mature content]

"So should we continue from where we stopped" he slowly inched closer to her face and saw her slightly open her mouth.

Tristan didn’t let her voice her answer. He captured her lips and sealed her mouth. He was so eager to kiss her that her words didn’t count at that moment he did what he felt.

Tristan slowly and steadily devoured her mouth while his hand moved inside her shirt to find the right spot, which he felt like fantasizing about a lot.

"You are so beautiful Ash," he said in between the sensual kiss that echoed inside the room.

Ashley felt her body melt into his touch, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her fingers into his neatly combed hair.

Tristan snaked his arm around her waist, while the other, he used to lift her butt and swiftly turned to make her lay on the bed, hovering her petite body under him.

Ashley wrapped her legs around his torso and continued to kiss him wildly. She had lost her sense and was completely involved in the love-making session.

She reached down her hand and removed his belt. Getting her urgency, Tristan pulled back from the kiss, heaving and unbuttoning his pants, letting them slide down on the floor.

Ashley watched him throw away his suit in a hurry and stand naked in front of her.

"Like what you see, wifey," he said with a smirk when he looked at her drooling over him.

Ashley was struck by his toned muscle, and his manly aura gulped down and watched him crawl to her.

"Now it’s your turn, wifey" his sensual voice hypnotized her, and she immediately lifted her hand, allowing him to remove her clothes.

Tristan was so fast that it didn’t take long for him to undress her. He was so hurried he didn’t want to waste time completing his task.

Sealing her lips again, his hand moved all over her body, touching her curves and pulling her close to his erect cock.

His rode rubbed against her clit, and she let out a moan.

Ashley felt the tip of his shaft brush her petals, and she felt the hotness dripping. She wanted him to get inside her. She had been waiting to feel him inside her and fulfil her desire for him.

She wanted to feel complete with him thrusting deep inside her and let her feel the same euphoric feeling she felt the first time they had sex.

"I want you, Tristan", she breathed, pulling back and looking deep into his ocean blue orbs.

Tristan stared back at her and thrust deep without any warm-up

"Ahh.." Ashley whined in pain when she felt her wall break, and he entered deep roughly. He was too big for her, and she felt her muscles contract.

She held on to his arms, digging her nails into his flesh, trying to adjust his length.

"Are you okay?" he asked as she looked with tear-filled eyes.

Tristan felt his heart squeeze when she nodded her head and smiled even when she was in pain.

"Don’t stop..." she said to him instead and brushed his cheeks, averting his guilt.

She could tell he wanted to retreat, but she wasn’t ready. Now that they had finally started, she wanted to enjoy everything.

"But you..." his words died as Ashley pulled him and captured his lips vigorously.

She didn’t want to waste time talking and only wanted to feel him.

"Don’t stop, please?" she said against his lips and felt his hips move slowly.

She felt her inside break with his every move and gasped, holding him tight.

Tristan wanted it to be gentle and let her adjust to him. Pulling out, he again slid in, and this time she didn’t feel the pain which calmed him a little.

Yes, for Ashley, the pain was unbearable initially, but it subsided in a minute, and now all she was feeling was an immense pleasure.

"Tristan.." she called his name and heard him groan.

Tristan was high with the pleasure he was showering on his wife. It was as wild as that night and rather gentle. He was feeling her emotions through her voice, and he felt ignited when she called his name.

The hidden demon inside him surged up, and he thrust her roughly, listening to her moan.

Tristan had never thought his ever-laid-back rod would stand tall watching her. She was the woman who woke up his sleeping impulse. She was the first woman who made him feel this want for someone, and that someone was her.

She pulled the string to his heart, making him feel the need to want her. He had never imagined she would become such an important part of his life in just a mere second, and all he wanted was to be with her till the end of time.

The time felt so pure as he emptied himself inside her and fell on her chest, panting heavily.

Ashely, too felt drained out but still reached her hand and wrapped around his back, caressing it. It felt incredible and felt like she had never been so aggressive in her entire life.

"That was great," she said and slowly opened her eyes, looking at Tristan, who hugged her tightly.

It took them some time to calm down, and when they were good, Tristan pulled back, pulling her closer to him.

Ashley rested her head on his chest and started drawing circles on his chest. She felt like an entirely new person; the best part was she didn’t let Greg’s thoughts cross her mind.

All she was thinking was about her and Tristan. There was no space for her past to invade her current life.

"How did you find out about Gorge and Greg teaming up against me," she asked, lifting her head and seeing him sigh.

"I had asked Karl to follow Greg but it turned out he wasn’t alone there were other two involved," he said with a serious face.

’Two’, she thought with a frown and looked at him.

"Jane," he said and saw her open her mouth.

"That day when you went to meet her. She had seen you getting into the car with me and even followed us to some distance" his words widened her eyes, and she propped up, balancing her upper body with her elbow.

"What!!! She followed us,"? she screamed and saw him nod his head while he pursed his lips.

Ashley felt like smacking her head to forget that she left first before Jane, and it was obvious for her to follow her.

"I should have known she wouldn’t let me go that easily" she dropped down in defeat and sighed.

Tristan turned to face her, resting his head on his palm and watched her fume on herself.

"Luckily she didn’t see us and I signaled our driver to drive fast" his words made her turn to him, and she watched him in surprise.

Ashley reached her hand, moving back of his head and checked it," Do you have eyes behind your head" she said seriously and watched him twitch his lips.

Ashley bit her lips, suppressing her laughter and saw him glare at her," It isn’t funny at all" he scowled and laid straight, ignoring her.

Ashley stopped crying and moved closed to her, cradling him like a kid caging him by her legs and resting her hand on his chest.

"I didn’t knew my husband had a bad temper," she said seductively, making him look at her.

She looked so hot with her hair falling down her chest, covering her round mounds, hiding behind her brown hair. He smiled and pulled her by her neck, bending her down until their face was an inch apart," Then shouldn’t you calm his temper, my lovely wifey" his words had a double meaning showing his mischief side, and she arched her brow.

"Is that so?"

He nodded his head and saw her lips curled up," I like this temper of your", she said and trailed her finger on his toned chest, feeling every muscle stopping near his nipple.

Tristan’s body stiffed when she flicked his erect nipple staring at him with lust," Do you want me to ride you, husband" her voice broke his frozen state, and he nodded his head.

Ashley had memorized everything he did to her that night. Even though she wasn’t strong enough to stand his pace, her mind registered his every action, which made her feel pure bliss.

Ashley looked into his eyes without breaking the stare and moved down, sitting between his legs. She wasn’t shy because she had self-volunteered to pleasure her husband.

There should be no doubt because she was damn serious about making him feel the same ecstasy that he had reached her a while ago.

She reached her hand and touched his erect and heard Tristan groan," Dammit..."

His head fell back and he gasped.

’F**k’