The Rancher’s Amnesia Bride – Billionaires of Evergreen Texas Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
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"It seemed exactly the case earlier," he drawled.

"And I also told you earlier—-"

His wife's tone was so convincingly pious, Philippe had to swiftly press his lips together in an effort to suppress his smile.

"You are mistaken. And to prove this, mon bébé-—"

Philippe shifted in his seat. Even though he knew his wife was deliberately using all of these French endearments to sweet-talk her way out of trouble, her horrible accent was still the turn-on it always was, and he was now more aroused than jealous.

Charlee-Mae gestured to the bouquets that had now taken over their suite. "I’ll leave it to you to deal with all of these as you wish."

"Gladly."

Her husband answered so promptly that it left her blinking, and she could only gape as Philippe began taking out all of the cards and tearing them into pieces before throwing everything into the trash bin.

Once done, her husband turned to her, saying generously, "You are free to enjoy everything now, mon coeur. Just imagine that they are all from me."

The words made Sandra and Charlee-Mae laugh, and seeing the two most important women in his life having fun together had Philippe realizing a grim truth. This was how he wanted his future to look like, but there was still a chance he could lose his wife, if he continued to lie to her about how their marriage had begun.

It was sometime after lunch when Sandra excused herself to have a little nap, and as soon as Charlee-Mae found herself alone with her husband—-

He raised a brow at her. "Any thoughts on what we shall do with ourselves?"

"Mm..."

"Would you like to play chess?" he deadpanned.

"I'd rather play with you, monsieur."

Philippe snatched her into his arms without another word, and Charlee-Mae's giggle was quickly stifled as his mouth took hers in a blatantly hungry kiss that had her instantly wet and writhing in his arms.

Clothes were removed in a hurry, and they didn't make it in the bedroom. Charlee-Mae, her body already crying out for her husband's possession, bent over the back of the couch and begged without shame. "Please, mon homme!"

He had meant to take his time making love to her, but as always, his wife's terrible accent proved irresistible, and Philippe grabbed her hips from behind before shoving his cock into her pussy in one forceful thrust.

"Philippe!"

Hearing his wife cry his name out had Philippe involuntarily tightening his grip on her hips as he pounded into her harder and faster. He could feel her pussy already tightening with each thrust of his cock, and the sensation made his entire body clench and ache at the same time. He tried to make it last, but when he heard his wife pant out in French—-

"Je t'aime, mon Dieu, je t'aime—-"

A shudder rocked his powerful frame, and he heard Charlee-Mae gasp just as both of them started to cum. It was a feeling like no other, a feeling he knew he could never experience with anyone else, and as his wife's body continued to tremble under him, her pussy doing its best to take in all of his cum—-

"I love you, Mrs. DeRose."

Charlee-Mae burst into tears, which had her husband laughing softly even as he gently lifted her off her feet. With their bodies still intimately joined, he carried her to their bedroom, but instead of going straight to bed, Philippe positioned them in front of the full-length mirror in the en-suite.

Oh my Lord!

It almost felt sinful to stare at how her pussy had swallowed the entire length of his cock, with her legs splayed so widely open in front of the mirror.

"Ready for Round 2, mon ceour?"

Charlee-Mae couldn't answer, with her husband already using his strength to have her bouncing up and down his engorged cock, and oh God, oh Lord, oh Jesus, this feeling of being repeatedly impaled by Philippe's enormous member was just too, too much—-

She came with a cry, and she came even harder when she felt Philippe's mouth latch to the side of her neck and suck hungrily as he exploded inside of her.

Charlee-Mae had always imagined that once she became a married woman, she would want to have sex endlessly because she had over three decades to make up for. Philippe, however, taught her otherwise, and by the end of "Round 4", she was forced to beg for respite and was already asleep even before her head had hit the pillow.

It was a few minutes past seven in the evening when Charlee-Mae woke, and on the bedside table was a little package (the word had Charlee-Mae snickering), along with another handwritten note from her husband.

Call me when you wake. Je t'aime.

~ P

Charlee-Mae's face broke into a smile. She was right, after all. Philippe had just been a little reserved the first time, not wanting to make her feel pressured into expressing her own feelings. But because he now knew how much she loved him, this in turn allowed her husband to finally say those three little words.


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