The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)

Chapter 72 Seventy Two

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 Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

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?”

That was enough to bring her eyes back to him, albeit wide with shock. “What?”

He wiggled his fingers as much as he could beneath her panties. “Down here. Have you ever touched

your pussy?”

Her mouth fell agape, and her face grew hot. “I’m not a child,” she said, a little annoyance in her voice,

but there was also a lot of embarrassment. He knew it was the nature of his question that had thrown

her off.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said, “I just want to let you know that whatever you feel when you touch

yourself, I can multiply it by a hundred.”

She huffed. “Aren’t you full of yourself?”

He chuckled and tapped his fingers against her pubic bone. He rather liked it when she was annoyed

instead of shy. “Care to prove me wrong? You are wet, aren’t you?”

She gave him another scandalised look. Since he liked it too much, he decided to keep pushing her

buttons.

“I bet your panties are soaked.”

Her thighs squeezed tight again, and he knew this time, it wasn’t from an attempt to keep him away.

She was aroused, and she was trying to assuage the ache. He was more than happy to help.

“You say…the most improper things,” she chastised.

He couldn’t help chuckling again. She really was calling him out on his dirty talk. Her innocence was

such a turn-on. He couldn’t wait to corrupt her. Soon, he would have her saying those ‘improper’ things

back. He brought his lips close to her ear. “But you like it, don’t you?”

“No,” she denied promptly.

“No?” he asked, withdrawing his hand from her underwear and going for her thighs. Maybe if he eased

into it, she would be more willing to let him in.

He was expecting resistance, but her thighs parted to allow his hand to skim along their inner soft skin.

He rubbed his hand back and forth, getting closer to the apex of her thighs with every upwards stroke.

Eventually, he allowed his thumb to go all the way right to the centre of her legs. He was only going to

brush against her, give her a taste of what was to come, but he got greedy and pressed the pad right

into her core.

“Fuck,” he cursed as her panties gave in and his thumb sank into a very wet core. Her panties were

soaked with her juices, and it took all his self-control to not rip the tiny fabric apart and get up and

personal with her most intimate part.

Her thighs came together again, but this time, she didn’t try to keep him out. She was biting her lip

again, her eyes set towards where his hand was.

He watched her face as he moved his thumb, rubbing her wet slit through her panties. She bit her lip

harder, and then her eyes slid shut and she turned her face into his chest.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

She nodded, still hiding her face. Soon, he wanted her to be comfortable enough to accept the

pleasure he gave her and not shy away from it.

He pleasured her through her panties with his thumb only until she started writhing and whispered for

more against his chest. He pretended he couldn’t hear.

“What did you say?”

“More,” she said more clearly, pulling back from his chest.

He pushed her panties to the side with his fingers and touched her clit directly. “Like this?”

“Yes!”

While he rubbed her clit with his thumb, he reached into her slit with his middle finger, dipping it into her

dampness. “You’re so wet,” he said, coating his finger in her juices as he moved it up and down and

then a little deeper. “Is this all for me, Bella?”

“Yes,” she answered again with no hesitation. Huh. That shyness of hers must have taken a backseat.

He pushed his finger into her hot vagina, her dripping channel wrapping around him. He felt her tense,

but she didn’t stop him.

He pushed his finger all the way in, and he got rewarded with a moan from her. He pulled out, swirled

the tip of his finger on her soft outer skin, and then pushed it back in, faster and harder this time. She

whimpered, the hand on his waist digging into his skin.

He buried his nose in her neck and took in her sweet scent as he pumped in and out of her. The sound

produced as his finger sank into her dripping pussy was so hot, it brought his attention back to his

straining cock.

Now that she was openly receptive, he moved his hips, pressing his erection against her. At the same

time, he added another finger into her core.

She moaned again, but this time, it wasn’t just some needy sound. It was his name. His cock twitched,

as if it was eager to answer the call.

Her pussy felt amazing as her muscles milked his fingers. He couldn’t begin to imagine how it would

feel like having his hard cock buried inside her.