The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 72

Isabelle licked her lips nervously. She didn’t need to uncover what lay behind his boxers to know that it was big. Way too big. The idea was to fit that into her–

No. It would never–

“You look terrified,” he said. “I have to admit, that was not the reaction I was hoping for.”

She licked her lips again and lifted her eyes to his face. He gave her a small smile as he got on his hands on either side of her hips and leaned in. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice a low timbre that sent shivers coursing down her spine.

She couldn’t find her voice. Was it too late to run away? If she had known she would end up in this position with him tonight, she would have prepared. At least mentally. But she wasn’t sure anything–not even bingeing articles on what to expect the first time–could have prepared her for this.

His hand wrapped around her wrist gently. “You wanna touch?”

Her hand trembled in his, but she didn’t resist. He pulled her hand forward until her fingers brushed against the hard ridge on his boxers, and then her entire palm was pressing against him.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his eyes closing momentarily. “You have no idea how much I’ve been craving your touch.”

He had? She bit down on her lip as she gathered enough courage to feel him. She moved her hand, rubbing it along the length of his bulge.

His hold on her wrist tightened, he cursed again, and then she felt his cock move beneath her touch. She released her lip from her teeth as she lifted her head to take a closer look. She moved her hand again, and sure enough, his erection twitched. Her terror was gone, now she was just curious. And captivated.

“God, Bella, you are going to make me cum in my underwear.”

Her cheeks reddened. She must be doing something right, she thought. “It moved,” she muttered.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Yeah, it does that when it’s excited.”

She licked her lips again–they suddenly seemed to be going dry real fast. She wanted to hold it…him, in her hand.

Jacob gripped her chin between a thumb and finger and lifted her face to his. His dark eyes burned into her. “You’ve never been with a man, have you?”

She swallowed. Could he tell? She frowned. Would he mind that she hadn’t? God, she must appear stupid, looking at his erection like it was some kind of mystery.

She drew her hand back quickly. “I…uh…”

“Don’t stop,” he told her, bringing her hand back to him. “Touch as much as you want. I don’t mind.” He let go of her hand, leaving it up to her to keep it on his erection or not. He caressed her face. “I also wouldn’t mind being your first.” He grinned. “Fuck that. I would love to be your first.”

As Isabelle looked at him with her big, brown eyes while her hand moved hesitantly against his hard-on, Jacob felt like he was in heaven. And if this wasn’t what heaven felt like, he didn’t want it.

When he had first gotten married to her, he never would have thought he would feel that he had lucked out. He had thought she would be a nuisance, he had thought the entire arranged marriage was a nuisance, and he had done whatever he could to put an end to it as quickly as possible.

But now, he never wanted this to end. He wanted to keep her with him. And not just that. He wanted her to consider him her real husband, and he wanted everybody to know she was his wife.

He wanted her to know the real him. He wanted her to trust him with her every secret. He wanted to make her smile.

“Yes,” she said, looking away from him. “I haven’t…” she trailed off and licked her lips. “I…I want you to…” she trailed off and sighed. Her hand dropped from his crotch, and she withdrew from him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know anything.”

“I’ll teach you,” he promised, mentally thumping his chest with his fist. No need to go all caveman on her. He should have guessed she was a virgin. At first, he had thought she was pretending to be shy whenever he got close to her. But he had realised that she really did get flustered.

How a desirable woman like her had managed to get this far without some man charming the pants off her was a mystery. A mystery he was all for. He wanted to not just be her first, but her last as well. Her only one. He had never felt this way about any woman before.

He lay on the bed next to her, making sure to keep his erection from pressing into her hip, no matter how much he wanted to do that. If he directed any more attention to that organ, he would have a hard time making her feel good as he had promised.

Getting hold of her chin again, he drew her face towards him and kissed her gently on the lips.

Her sweet, soft, tasty lips gave in beneath his strong ones, letting him take the lead. And he knew she loved it from how the hesitance left her body and her hands sought him, one on his waist and the other curled up against his chest.

He moved his hand from her face, trailed it down the column of her throat, over her collarbone, and to her breasts. He only spent a few seconds tweaking her hard nipples, but it was enough to get her arching into him.

But he had better plans in store. Abandoning her breasts, he continued downwards, caressing her belly softly as he went. And then when his fingers got to the waistband of her lace trim panties, they dived below the soft material.

Her thighs clamped together instantly, keeping him from going farther. He stopped their kiss and looked at her. Her eyes were shut, her brow furrowed.

“Isabelle, look at me,” he urged, brushing his other hand over her hair. She opened her eyes, but looked away almost instantly. He couldn’t wait to rock her world so hard that she forgot her shyness. “Have you ever touched yourself?”