The Secret of the Billionaire's Bride

Louise's POV

I was hungover from the anniversary dinner Elsa and I had. It was our eighteen-month anniversary, and we'd had a lot to eat and drink. We weren't just celebrating our anniversary; we were also celebrating the launch of our new clothing line, and we were beyond excited.

I could tell it was morning already from the smell of the freshly baked bread and fried eggs Elsa was making in the kitchen.

I reached out for my phone from the table next to our bedside and saw that I had ten missed calls from my dad. I hadn't heard my phone ring, or I was probably too drunk to notice.

"What could be so important that Dad had to call me ten times?" I said out loud, as I was about to call him back.

Elsa came into the bedroom with a glass of water and a pill for the hangover.

“Good morning, babe, I said.

Take this; it'll make you feel better.” She said as she planted a kiss on my forehead.

“Thanks, babe,” I said as I swallowed the pill.

“I can tell you made breakfast already; it smells nice,” I commented, putting on a flirtatious smile.

“You look worried, babe. You're good?” Elsa asked.

“Nothing, babe. I just missed a call from my dad. It seemed urgent, and I was about to call him before you came in,” I replied.

“Okay, why don’t you call him first and hear what he has to say before you start getting worried?” Elsa suggested.

Elsa gave me some privacy to talk to my dad while she prepared the table for breakfast. She couldn't help but eavesdrop, and she could hear us arguing. Not wanting me to see her eavesdropping, she left for the kitchen.

“Hello, Dad. I missed your calls. Is everything okay?” I said as soon as my father answered his phone.

“I’ve been calling you. You need to come home; we have to talk,” he said, sounding urgent.

He wanted me to leave Fontvieille and come to Monte Carlo immediately, which conflicted with my plans for a shoot with the models for the new clothing line.

After setting the table, she came back to the room to get me, but I was already packing a bag.

“Where to?” she asked.

“Dad wants me home immediately. Says it's urgent. I'll be gone a day and will be back first thing tomorrow,” I said, walking towards her to kiss her.

“I guess we'll have to do the shoot without you,” she said to me.

“Sure, keep me updated. And I'm not going to leave without eating you and what's on that table,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.

Elsa’s soft lips were one of the best things I’d ever tasted. She was five feet two inches tall, and I was five feet eleven. I was more of a stud, and she was a femme. She had always liked how I dominated her.

As I kissed her, I caressed her soft, petite body.

“The food will get cold,” she whispered, pulling her lips away from mine.

She was such a tease, and I loved it.

I shoved my bag and clothes off the bed, lifted her into my arms, and kissed her neck. We tumbled onto the bed, both of us laughing.

“I’m going to miss you, babe,” she said as I tried to shut her up with more kisses.

Her nipples were already hard, visible through the sheer, net-like nightgown she was wearing.

I kissed her neck and fondled her left breast with my right hand.

“Ah, yes, babyyyy,” she moaned softly.

I knew she was enjoying it, so I went further, my lips moved to her left breast, and I caressed it with my tongue.

“Do you want me?” I asked, lifting my head and staring into her almond-brown eyes.

“Yes, baby, of course I want you!” she screamed.

We kissed, and she came on top of me, sucking my breasts like she had never tasted them before.

My hands cradled her head as she continued, and then she slipped her index finger into my pussy.

“You’re so wet, babe,” she said with a sly smile, licking her finger before going back to my breasts.

My pussy was soaked, I could feel it throbbing with need. Slowly, she moved downward, her tongue tracing a path to my pussy. When she started sucking on it, my legs lifted in the air, her face buried between my thighs. I moaned loudly, not caring who might hear.

Elsa was three years older than I, more experienced. She was the first person I’d ever been with, and it made every moment with her feel even more electric.

She ate my pussy so good that I started squirting on her face. It didn’t stop her. She kept eating my pussy until I came hard, my body trembling.

I stood up, grabbed the strap-on, and bent her over for a deep, slow doggy-style thrust.

She was already dripping, her pussy glistening. I licked her ass, then kissed her pussy, swallowing every drop of her juice before sliding the strap deep into her.

She let out a heavy moan.

Elsa was bisexual, and I wanted her to enjoy every moment of her experience with me. That’s why I bought the strap.

“Fuck me!!” she screamed.

I lifted her head with my right hand, gripping her neck gently, while my left hand squeezed her breast. I fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes that made her moan louder and louder.

“I’m going to cum, I’m about to cum!” Elsa cried out, screaming as she climaxed hard on the strap.

She collapsed onto the bed, breathless. I took the strap off, leaned down, and feasted on her pussy. My tongue danced over her clit while I fingered her deeply. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and I lifted them onto my shoulders. I removed my fingers and sucked her again until she came, again.

Afterward, we went to the bathroom, took a warm shower together, and made our way to the dining room for breakfast.

“Breakfast tastes good,” I said with a grin, “but not as good as you do.”

“Thank you,” Elsa replied, flashing a warm smile. “Now let’s eat.”

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my dad:

“YOU BETTER BE ON YOUR WAY ALREADY, I TOLD YOU HOW URGENT THIS IS.”

I got up quickly, got dressed, and met Elsa back at the table.

“I have to go, babe. I’ll call you and keep you updated. Have a beautiful day,” I said, kissing her forehead.

Then I headed to the garage, got in my car, and drove straight to Monte Carlo to see my dad.