Forgiven (The Dark Billionaire, #9) by L.N. Pearl

Chapter One
    Jennifer closed her eyes and felt like she was floating on a cloud. She felt drunk and dizzy, even though it wasn’t from the champagne. She was naturally high and extremely relaxed, unaware of her environment. Nothing mattered. Was it a dream?
    She felt the warmth of someone’s breath on the side of her neck. Bruce, she thought. She was sensitive and could feel her skin getting electrified, goose-bumps running through her entire body. An intense pleasure started to grow in her stomach. It was soft, warm and... wet. Wet? She paused and wondered what was going on.
    She tried her best to get back to reality and slowly, reluctantly opened one eye, then the next. She saw Bruce next to her and immediately felt relieved. He was there to protect her. Nothing could go wrong. But the growing heat in her gut didn’t stop. Now that she was half awake, she realized that the source of this strange pleasure wasn’t her stomach: it was coming from her vagina. She looked at Bruce. He was on her side and his face looked peaceful.
    Jennifer suddenly realized that her knees were in the air. What? Bruce seemed calm and relaxed. Was he making love to her right now? But something was wrong. His position was wrong. From what she could see, he couldn’t be inside of her, yet the friction inside her walls was there, strong, deep and unstoppable. What is a dream?
    “Bruce,” she whispered.
    He didn’t move. His eyes were closed and he moaned.
    “Bruce?” Jen repeated. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
    Jennifer arched her back and rolled her eyes. Oooh... it felt so good. But why? She looked down and finally understood: Jeanne was between her legs, pounding her with the silicone cock around her waist. Jennifer looked to the right and saw Bruce’s cock, nicely lubricated. Jeanne was stroking him luxuriously. Her hand was strong and elegant, her nail polish shining with the lubricant. Bruce was still moaning. Now it made sense.
    Jennifer’s chest was sweating and Bruce raised his hand to massage her breasts. He pinched her hard nipples and sucked them, sending waves of erotic pleasure down Jen’s spine. It was incredible. Simply amazing. Having a third party added so much more excitement to their already steamy relationship. Jennifer was having a blast.
    Apparently, Bruce wanted to turn the heat up. He grabbed a towel and an ice cube, and cleaned his cock. Then he sat up and brought his cock to Jen’s face. She grabbed the solid base of his dick, felt his dangling and heavy balls against her collar bones, and licked the slit of his swollen shaft. She swallowed his pre-cum and kept licking the rim of his huge head. Bruce was jerking and panting above her. His eyes were closed and his lips parted in an irresistible expression of pleasure.
    Jennifer decided to use her free hand to grab his ass cheek. It was round, strong and thick. She loved Bruce’s ass. His skin was soft and delicate, but his glutes were rock hard. Her fingers slowly reached for his puckered hole and she gently rubbed it. She observed his reaction: so far, so good. Bruce wasn’t surprised and seemed to appreciate.
    Out of nowhere, Jennifer felt a cold liquid between her fingers. That’s when she saw Jeanne, squeezing a tube of lubricant behind Bruce’s ass. Jennifer winked at the French lady and generously covered her husband’s anus with lub. Bruce licked his lips and moaned. Jennifer was still licking him while caressing his tight hole.
    She teased him for another ten minutes. Jeanne was penetrating Jen and it was hard to concentrate. But it was so good. It was so intense that Jen quickly felt that spark inside her gut, that indicator that she was about to climax. An orgasm was on its way. Jeanne seemed to read her body language perfectly and she accelerated. She rammed her with the long silicone cock and Jennifer screamed. Oh my God, she thought. It was so, so good. It was so different, so exciting and so crazy. Jennifer couldn’t believe it. Was