The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 77

Jacob was still next to her when Isabelle woke up the next morning. His body was curled up against her back, and she relished in the feel of his firm masculine body.

Her eyes fluttered open. The light filtering through the curtains showed it was morning, but the sun wasn’t quite up yet. Which was good, because she needed to get to work as early as possible to catch up with some of the work she missed the previous day.

But first, she wanted a few more minutes in Jacob’s arms. She wanted to turn around and face him, watch him sleep, but she didn’t want to rouse him.

So, she settled for lying there and listening to his breathing. One of his arms was thrown over her waist loosely. She thought it was amazing that he hadn’t let go of her throughout the night. They must both have had a restful night.

She blushed as she recalled the previous night. They had ended up wasting two glasses of perfectly good wine because they had been so eager to get each other naked.

Her own response to him had shocked her. She had wanted to have him inside her so badly that none of the inhibitions from the first night existed. But then again, she had fucked him knowing that it could be the last time.

Because she was going to tell him the truth tonight. And there was no telling what would happen to them after that. She had told him to give her time, but she knew the longer she waited, the more anxious and stressed out she would become.

So it was better to get it out of the way as soon as possible and not delay the consequences.

After lying there for a few minutes, she decided it was time to leave his bed and go get ready for work.

Carefully, she wiggled towards the edge of the bed. She was almost home free when Jacob’s grip around her waist tightened. She froze. Had he woken up?

She turned her head to steal a glance at him. His eyes were still shut. When she tried to move again, his grip tightened further, and then he pulled, hauling her back to his side.

“Don’t go yet,” he murmured sleepily.

The sound of his morning voice was enough to get her heart drumming excitedly. It also caused a stir in her lower abdomen. “I have to get ready for work,” she told him.

“Too early,” he murmured again.

She settled back into her position against him. He was right. She could steal a few more minutes in his arms.

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the warmth provided by the heat of his body. She wouldn’t have expected him to be the cuddly type, but he was, and she loved it. Waking up cocooned in his body heat was something she wouldn’t mind doing every day.

Jacob shifted behind Isabelle as his senses awakened. His senses were not the only things waking up for the day, though. So was his cock–actually, that seemed to be more awake than everything else.

He was used to his morning wood, but he wasn't used to waking up with Isabelle’s pert ass just a few inches away from his erection. He didn’t intend on letting it go to waste.

Shifting forward, he pressed his hips against her backside as he whispered in her ear, “Good morning.”

She sucked in a breath before she replied, “Morning.”

He moved his arm that was draped over her waist and pressed his palm against her belly. Fabric stood between him and her bare skin.

When had she pulled on a t-shirt? She had been gloriously naked when they went to sleep. But from what he could feel, below, she had only slipped her panties back on. He could work with that.

When he sneaked his hand below her t-shirt, she squirmed–rubbing her ass against his erection in the process–and said, “Jacob, I have to get up.”

“Let me help you get up,” he told her, dragging his hand upwards to her chest. When his palm made contact with a bare breast, he cupped the soft flesh and squeezed. Isabelle squirmed again and grabbed his forearm with one hand. But she didn’t pull him away.

So he started kneading her breast in his hand, working his fingers into her feminine flesh. Down below, he rocked his hips, grinding his hard length against her ass. The sensation of his head stroking against her skin already had him leaking pre-cum. He needed inside her.

Isabelle moaned when he flicked his thumb over a nipple and then rubbed it. Her breasts were quite sensitive, and he loved how it got her worked up every time he played with her nipples. He would love to give her a good suckle, but as she had said, it was time to get ready for work.

And he couldn’t wait for work. Because today, he was going to reveal his real identity to her. He didn’t want to be hiding anything from her anymore, not when he was determined to win her heart.

With all his cards on the table, he hoped she would see that he was serious about her and let him in. He had no idea what was keeping her from accepting him. But he was going to do everything he could to sway her heart his way.

“Touch yourself for me, Isabelle,” he whispered, keeping up his ministrations on her breasts.

“Wh-what?” she stuttered.

“Your pussy,” he clarified. “Tell me if you’re wet for me.”

Her body shuddered, and he felt her arm move towards her abdomen. Her lack of hesitation wasn’t lost on him. He had thought he would have to work harder to obliterate her shyness in bed. He had been wrong. It appeared that his sweet innocent wife was actually a sexy vixen in hiding.

Her legs parted, allowing him to slip his hard cock between her thighs. He thrust his hips forward, so that when her hand finally got between her legs, his tip brushed against her wrist.

“I am,” she told him a moment later, a shaky breath leaving her lips.

“Touch yourself,” he told her, lifting his head to catch sight of her hand between her legs. “Prepare yourself for my cock.”

She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as her hand started moving. He rocked his hips to match her rhythm, rubbing himself against her soft thigh.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. “Let me see you finger yourself.”

Isabelle lifted her leg, bending it at the knee. She held her underwear to the side with her other hand. Her new position allowed him to see her finger move in and out of her pussy.

“Show me,” he breathed, his fingers tugging her nipple harder. “Let me see your juices, Bella.”

She withdrew her hand and lifted her finger. He licked his lips at the sight of the digit, glistening with her juices.

“Make it two,” he told her. “Tell me when you want my cock inside you.”

“Now,” she moaned instantly.