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Francesca catches her breath as I lower her to the ground, and her body starts to shake as I turn her around and reach under her skirt—-

Blood roars up to my head as I rip her panties off, and I hear her whimper as she listens to me swiftly unzip my pants.

"You're sure about this, sweetheart?" I have to ask, even just once.

Instead of answering, she bends down, and my dick finds itself nestled between the cheeks of her ass.

Fuck.

I grab hold of my cock to find her entrance, and I bite back a groan when I find it already slippery wet. There's not even a fucking need for foreplay, dammit, and it's making me want to fuck her really rough and hard—-

"Nic, please."

My mind threatens to shut down.

"Fuck me."

Ah, shit.

With my fingers clamping around her hips, I drive into her the next second, and I feel her hymen give way as I bury my dick deep into her pussy.

"Oh God."

I wait tensely for any sign of pain or discomfort—-

"It feels so good."

But instead I end up cursing anew, with how fucking skilled she is at making me forget my good intentions.

Fuck being slow and gentle.

If she keeps saying things like that, I'll be completely out of control—-

"Please, Nic. More."

And just like that, what I both fear and hope comes true.

My control is gone.

And all that's left is the animal in me.

Fuuuuuck!

I'm fucking her hard and rough now, our bodies wildly slapping against each other, and the sound is just too damn erotic that I can't help giving her ass a little slap.

"Niiiic."

I pull her down to the ground. She's on her fours while I'm on my knees, and I'm fucking her like the animal that I am, just fucking rutting with her until I hear her cry one last time...

Fuuuuuck!

I'm right behind her as she cums, a growl slipping out of my throat just before I'm shooting cum into her pussy. Just one fucking load after another, over and over until her pussy's literally bursting with my seed, and as I shoot one last load into her, I lean forward and press a kiss to the back of her neck.

"I love you, Francesca. Will you marry me?"

Epilogue

(Francesca)

"ARE YOU SURE I LOOK fine?" I ask Nicolaas last time.

"You look fantastic, sweetheart." He takes my hand into his. "Now, let's get you back to work. The sooner you finish, the sooner we can go home."

He pulls me close as we walk out of the garden, and I lean my head against his chest, feeling more than a little overwhelmed at the speed in which my life has changed.

I can't believe how everything's changed in just a blink of an eye. From feeling empty and lost, I now feel like my heart's bursting with love, and it feels almost surreal when I listen to the billionaire's steady heartbeat while I stare at the diamond ring adorning my finger.

There's the usual buzz of interest the moment we enter the house and everyone turns to look at us. I don't pay attention to it at first, since I know from experience how men like Nicolaas always has people talking.

But when other guests start taking pictures, and I realize that they're all completely focused on me...

I anxiously tug at Nicolaas' sleeve. "Do I really look fine?"

A frown creases the billionaire's forehead. "Of course." His glance sweeps over me in appraisal. "I've fixed your hair as best as I could, and your dress..." He suddenly stops speaking, and my stomach turns over.

"What is it?" I whisper.

Nicolaas clears his throat. "Well..." His gaze swiftly travels down my figure, and he starts to cough...and goes on coughing until I realize he's actually trying not to laugh.

"Nic!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"You figured out why they're staring," I say accusingly. "Haven't you?"

"I'm afraid so."

"And?"

Instead of answering, the billionaire waves for one of the waiters to come over, and I can only gape at him when he takes a bottle of water from the tray of drinks being offered.

Is he really that thirsty?

My confusion grows when I see him take his handkerchief out after uncapping the bottle of water.

Okaaay...

Nicolaas pours water into his handkerchief, and now I'm just completely flummoxed.

"I don't understand—-"

"You'll understand soon enough, sweetheart." He crouches down as he speaks, and my gaze automatically follows him—-

Oh my God!

In my haste to dress myself after sex, I ended up wearing the damn thing inside out!

Is that why everyone's—-

What is he doing now?

I shake my head in confusion as Nicolaas runs the hanky down one side of my leg like he's cleaning—-

Oh my God!

I finally see what has everyone gawking.

One side of my calf bears the extremely visible marks of dried virgin's blood...and cum.

No wonder this damn billionaire's laughing at me!

The End


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