The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 644

Natalie had a long face when they got home. Brandon pulled her into a hug
before she could even turn on the light.

“I was just kidding. Don’t be mad.”

Natalie frowned. Brandon’s hand slid down bet**en her legs. He stroked her
there. Struggling, she anxiously said, “Sir, stop. If your wife finds out, she will
scold me.”

Brandon didn’t stop and instead p**ssed her against the wall.

“My wife is sleeping so you better keep your voice down, my little bodyguard,” he
said playfully.

Natalie spun around, p**ssed her face against the wall, and gazed at Brandon.
“Sir...

Swirling in the orange light of the setting sun, the curtain swung softly in the
breeze.

Brandon's gaze burned with lust. With one hand, he tightened his grip around
Natalie's waist, while the other raised her hip. Brandon hoisted Natalie up. In the
midst of her struggle, the baseball cap she was wearing dropped, and her long,
wavy hair flew in all directions, concealing her flushed face.

Brandon opened the bedroom door and immediately tossed Natalie onto the bed.
Brandon grasped Natalie's chin, bent down and passionately k**sed her.

He then undressed and fondled Natalie's behind before slapping her b**t. Natalie
shook at the sharp sound. The desire in his scratchy voice was palpable.

“Sit on me, my little bodyguard.”

Natalie glanced at his long, e*rect p*enis, which contrasted with his black hair
and possessed masculine strength, and she bit her Ip at that.

She straightened up a little and had Brandon remove her jeans, revealing a pair
of white briefs.

Brandon reached inside her briefs and stroked his palm along the w*t crack. A
clear fluid had coated his fi**gers. Natalie’s nether regions were w*t and slI**k, as
they just had to be!

Eventually, Natalie worked up the nerve to sit on Brandon's powerful abdomen,
and his taut muscles clung to her warm stomach. Brandon's large p*enis r*bbed
gently over Natalie’s moist hole.

Natalie shed her comfy clothing to show off her white lace bra. Brandon undid
her shoulder strap, revealing a pair of round b*reasts.

“Your b*reasts are nothing short of lovely.” The softness of her b*reasts prompted
Brandon to massage them.

Natalie looked down and saw that Brandon was engaging in some erogenous
play with her br***ts. She couldn't help but throw her head back and m**n, “Ah...
Ah..."

Brandon had an abnormally huge penis compared to normal guys. And the fact
that she was sitting on him didn’t help, either. He couldn't get in despite the
attempts.

Natalie was also anxious that she couldn't get it inside her. Brandon, perspiring
heavily, sq***zed into her moist, tight vagina while holding her waist.

“Ah! It's... What an enormous...” Instantaneously, her hole was stuffed. Natalie
lay in Brandon's arms and spoke in a sweet voice, “Sir... Try some gentleness.
Or your wife will hear us! Ah...”

“Let her hear it,” Brandon murmured, caressing her soft b**tock and muttering in
hushed tones.

“It's so nice inside you!”

Natalie sat up, f*ondled Brandon's abs, and moved her h*ps with difficulty. His
body was perfectly proportioned, and he was incredibly muscular.

“Yes...” Brandon let out a contented sigh. He sluggishly rested on his back. From
this vantage point, he could see that Natalie’s huge b*reasts were shaking and
that her cheeks were flushed. He knew just how incredibly soft her br***ts were.
Natalie began to wriggle as she gently stroked his strong muscles.

Brandon's big p*enis was encased in her w*t, slimy v*agina. She felt a peculiar
weakness and numbness when his p*enis touched her v*agina.

Brandon, with his I"ps pursed, felt an indescribable pleasure. He stroked
Natalie's b*reasts more vigorously and added, “My little bodyguard, you do a
terrific job.”

Natalie was motivated to wiggle her waist even more after hearing this. Her
vision hazed and her cheeks heated. Somewhere in her g*enitalia, she felt a
powerful, p*leasurable sensation...

Natalie's eyes fluttered open slowly as the sun filtered in through the blinds. She
turned around and stretched her arms, groaning, only to find herself alone in the
bed.

Slightly disappointed, she sat up and put on her crimson cashmere night robe to
head downstairs.

She was greeted by one of the servants as she descended the staircase.

“Good morning, Mrs. Larson! Please wait for a moment. Mr. Larson is preparing
breakfast for you in the kitchen!”

“Really?” Natalie asked, amazed.

“Didn’t Brandon go to the office?” Natalie headed into the kitchen in disbelief. So,
it was true! Brandon was hard at work in the kitchen toasting bread, wearing her
apron.

He seemed to feel her gaze and turned around, flashing his perfect smile.

“Hey, sweetie! Give me 5 more minutes. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said.
He went on looking at her for a while, taking in how pretty she looked in that
robe, and then turned around again to tend to the bread.

Natalie looked at his back, blushing at the care he still showed for her.

Seeing that she didn’t respond, Brandon added, “Are you still dazed? Don’t
worry, this sandwich will fix it!” She smiled sheepishly and walked toward the
dining table. Brandon was already behind her, carrying plates of sandwiches and
cake for her.

“Ah! This cake is your favorite. I planned to have it with you last night to celebrate
your discharge from the hospital,” Natalie remarked. But last night became
special for other reasons...

Natalie was still blushing thinking about the intimate, passionate time they'd
spent.

Brandon chuckled. His eyes lingered over the slice of cake before he took a bite.
The soft cream melted in his mouth like ice on fire. He smiled. The sweet aroma
of the cake was taking him back to the past. Devouring every bite slowly, he said,
“It still tastes the same.”

Natalie's eyes lit up seeing him enjoying the cake.

“It's from the same bakery you like. I bought it on the way to the hospital thinking
you'd be missing it. You have high requirements for your food, but...”

Before she could finish her words, Brandon continued in a gentle and calm voice,
“But I could eat a lot of them every time you bought the cakes from this shop.”
Natalie was holding a small silver spoon, lost in the memories they shared in the
past. Then her eyes fell on the sandwiches. Her gaze got stuck to them as she
reminisced. After a few seconds, her eyes welled up.

“Remember the first time I cooked for you? I also made you a sandwich for
breakfast,” she said in a thick voice.

“And I ate it all up because it tasted like home,” Brandon added. His face was
contorted with a mix of happiness and sadness. After everything they'd been
through, every moment he had spent with her was engraved in his memory, the
memory he had once lost but fortunately regained by now.

Natalie bit her Ip, trying not to let out a sob. But her tears betrayed her as they
plopped out of her eyes. Yet, she wore a smile as if she wasn't openly weeping.