Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

The best part was that every single damn time I set my eyes on him, in pain or in joy, all I wanted was for him to be mine and for me to be his. Together with our kids, making one big beautiful family.

Zeke joined me at the table, his gaze lingering on me until I felt uncomfortable. “What?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

“Sorry,” he said, looking away. “I didn’t mean to stare.” He gulped down the alcohol in front of him, and we sat in silence for a while longer.

I bet that although we still had our senses intact, we were both somewhat tipsy at the end of the dinner. Not wanting to be seen in that state Zeke escorted me to the elevator that would take us to the private car park.

The elevator suddenly felt hot. I felt it was just on my part, but I noticed Zeke unbutton his tuxedo, taking it off, then he also went ahead to undo a few buttons on his shirt, revealing his perfect Adam’s apple and showing off a bit of that apple in the form of his chest. I gulped hard.

I wish I could undo my buttons too.

Staring at him sent more heat up to my cheeks. It’s the fucking wine. I tried to convince myself.

I waved a hand in front of my face, trying to cool down, when suddenly Zeke took my hand. “Let me help,” he said, his voice husky.

Without another word, he pulled me into a fiery kiss. His kiss was hot, hungry, felt like he was starved of his favorite snack and he was too excited to go gentle.

I did not fucking care anyway, I yearned for the kiss as much as he did. As the kiss deepened, he jerked me up causing my legs around his torso as he pressed me against the elevator wall, his hands exploring my body.

Poor diamonds. I began to suspect why he ordered a flair gown, but shoved it away. I loved the ease of access too. I wanted more than anything at the moment, for him to be buried deep inside me and causing me to writhe in pleasure beneath him.

“Ouch,” I cried as he bit me.

“Sorry, you seemed distracted. What were you thinking about?” He asked.

Fuck! Those blue eyes would not be the death of me.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” I said and almost immediately leaned in on him and continued to kiss him.

Zeke’s hands held my butt firmly as he gently rubbed me against his throbbing manhood. I moaned softly as he kept doing that. Then he pinned me against the elevator and used his hands to explore in between my legs as he trailed kisses along my neckline, making me gasp.

“Zeke,” I whispered, feeling the elevator slow down. “We’re almost at the car park.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “I have a presidential suite in this building. The press would never know we never left. But that’s only if you want it.”

I looked into his eyes, and made my decision. “No, I don’t want it,” I said. “I need it, Zeke.”

Zeke immediately typed a message on his phone and then hit the button for the top floor. We rode the elevator continuing from where we stopped. the anticipation building between us. When we reached the presidential floor, he led me to his suite.

Inside, the passion between us reignited. We tore at each other’s clothes, unable to keep our hands off each other. Zeke lifted me and carried me to the bedroom, laying me down gently on the bed. Our kisses were hot and desperate, our bodies moving in sync.

“Kamille,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I replied, pulling him closer.

All I had left separating him from me was a lacy panties and the briefs he had on. I admired his firm abs and reaching for them, I placed my lips to his hardened nipples while allowing my hands to roam over his chest and teasing his other nipples.

Zeke let out a groan and returned his lips to mine, his hands roaming over my small breasts. He grabbed each one of them peaches and placed his hot lips over them, one after the other. I moaned out loud as his groin tugged gently at my already wet entrance as he suckled on my breast.

“Zeke,” I called out in pleasure. “Please,”

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“Please Zeke, I need you now,” I pleaded, trying to rock my hips towards his hard dick.

“Hmmm, anything for you princess,” He replied.

He yanked away my panties and pulled down his shorts. He began to trail kisses down my neck, to my nipples, my stomach and settled his head in between my thighs.

As I felt his hot tongue over my clit, I felt an adrenaline pump and never wanted him to stop. His tongue slid in and out of my wet entrance. I felt my climax begin to build, threatening to explode.

Then he pulled out. “Not so fast honey, we’ve got all night,” He smiled seductively and returned to my lips.

That’s it. I’m done letting him tease me.

I flipped over and went down to his long and hardened dick. I grabbed him with both my hands and buried him deep down in my throat. I felt starved as I feasted on his hard length. I licked on and used my hands for where I took a break.

Using my tongue, I circled on his tip and continued and gradually I felt him grow bigger. “Kamille,” He groaned.

Before the words could spill out his mouth, his sperms did. I licked him dry.

“Fuck,” He cursed and like a raging bull, he flipped me back under him, placed me on all fours and gradually teasing me with his tip, before plunging in. His thrusts began slow and gentle but only for a short time. He thrusted deep, hard and fast and I loved how wild it felt.

Pulling out, he placed me on top of him and I began to ride. All I wanted was he to be mine and me to be his. “Oh, Zeke,” I moaned.

He flipped me over again and continued thrusting. He planted as many kisses that could not be counted. I felt the climax begin to build again. Our breathing was fast becoming too raspy for recognition.

After what felt like a lifetime of bliss and pleasure, we both came at the same time. But that was only the beginning.

We made love over and over again with an intensity that left us both breathless. Every touch, every kiss felt like a rekindling of the connection we once had. As we lay in each other’s arms afterward, I felt a sense of completeness I hadn’t felt in years.

“Thank you,” I whispered, resting my head on his chest.

“For what?” he asked, stroking my hair.

“For everything,” I said, closing my eyes.

“I’ll always be here for you, Kamille,” he said softly. “I love you Kamille,”

I love you too.