The Billionaire's Virgin Secretary #1: Secrets by J. S. Starr

Chapter 1
     
    Jordan walked in on his wife dressing for dinner.  He watched her standing before the closet in just nylons and panties looking for something to wear. She moved a few dresses to the side, unable to decide which one to wear. It wouldn’t matter; Megan could wear a garbage bag and still be the prettiest girl in the room. It amazed Jordan that after seven years of marriage he still got rock hard when he saw her naked. She was that sexy. It wasn’t just her body that turned him on. She had a very sexy mind as well. She was a stunning brunette, a little on the thin side due to years of ballet, but beautiful nonetheless.
    He was going to have her right then. He had already fucked her in his mind as he watched her choose an outfit so he might as well make it official. Screw their reservations. For a man like Jordan, the restaurant would hold it for him. He sauntered up to her and pressed his body against hers, his hands against her bottom. She turned to him and smiled. A smile he had loved from the moment he met her.
    “Well hello there husband.”
    “Hello,” he said quietly in her ear. His hand encircled her waist and slipped into the front of her panties. He felt her stiffen and then relax.
    “Darling we are going to be late.” She said it like a gasp as his finger found her clit. He rubbed her clit slowly drawing out her pleasure. His cock grew hard against her bottom.
    “That’s not important. I want you now. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” He slipped a finger inside her, fucking her slowly until she became wet.  She moaned against him and he could swear he just got harder.
    She took his other hand and led him to the bed. She always wanted to be in the bed, he never knew why. He had no problem with bending her over any piece of furniture in that room. But she would never allow it; she preferred comfort above anything else. He would have liked it if she was a little more adventurous, but she rarely turned him down for sex so he couldn’t complain. His pampered little princess could have whatever she wanted.
    She lay down on the bed her legs spread. He looked at her body so lithe and smooth. Her small breasts perky, her nipples hard, her body primed for him. He quickly undressed, pulling off his pants and unbuttoning his shirt. He could not wait to get inside her.  He bent down to her and claimed her mouth, sucking on her lip, tongue searching out hers. His hands found her breasts and squeezed gently, thumbs flicking at the nubs of her nipples. She moaned in a way that made him a little crazy. He slid her panties off and tossed them to the side.
    “Spread your legs wide baby.” She did as she was told and he kneeled before her. Her spread her lips and her pussy there before him and the sight of her made him horny.
    “Honey, we are going to be so late,” she murmured. He shut her up by placing his mouth over her clit and sucking. Her could feel her grow swollen in his mouth, he sucked harder and inserted a finger inside her feeling how wet he was making her. She worried too much about everything. It kind of annoyed him. At this moment he wanted her to want to be fucked more, not worry about reservations. He was about to make her forget her own name. He finger fucked her a little harder until she started moaning his name repeatedly. She was panting at this point, her lips and clit swollen from his touch. He went in search of her mouth again, finding her lips and feeding her his tongue the moment he went inside her. She gasped and he felt her flex around him cushioning him. She moaned his name, something he never got tired of.
    “Oh baby you feel good.” And she did. She was capable of becoming so wet that he often felt out of control inside her and he had to focus on her achieving orgasm first. That was all that mattered to him. They were in rhythm with one another, her hips coming up to meet him and he pounded her softly just the way she liked it. He liked going in the deeper the better