The Billionaire's Bought Bride and Instant Mom
Abigail Hayes
The intermediary's words echoed: "You'll never meet Mr. Sterling."
But if that was true, then who the fuck was this?
I fucked him. I rode his hot body with a desperate, frantic rhythm, chasing the release that would silence the ghosts in my head. His hands moved to my hips, fingers digging in with a surprising, reflexive strength as I moved. He was mumbling something incoherent, words slurred beyond recognition, completely lost in drink and sensation. My pussy clenched around his cock with...
But if that was true, then who the fuck was this?
I fucked him. I rode his hot body with a desperate, frantic rhythm, chasing the release that would silence the ghosts in my head. His hands moved to my hips, fingers digging in with a surprising, reflexive strength as I moved. He was mumbling something incoherent, words slurred beyond recognition, completely lost in drink and sensation. My pussy clenched around his cock with...