Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 249

SHIT! I know he won’t let me go easily. With his sudden invasion has me has made me buried my face in the comforter and he’s going to leave me in heat again, I know it.

“You won’t be able to leave me alone. I know,” he grates firmly.

Then starts circling my entrance, and I m.o.a.n into in desolation. This is the most ultimate torture. He knows exactly what he’s doing and I got awake all over response just to his touch.

“Babe, stop deny your husband and I don’t want to hurt you too,” He pushes into me with his fingers, my instinct having me tensing my muscles in an attempt to prevent his invasion.

Instantly, I cry out to stop him.

“Be good! Chill!” he yells, and immediately my body to obey his command, but it’s not having any of it.

Of course, I’m still fighting the inevitable and I know that he would be abandoning me before I explode.

Oh…The bloody arse!

How I’m going out with SiSi like this state again?

Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn it! Now I can feel he has positioned himself at my opening.

My body whimper slightly before it.

“Enough, with you deny on me!” His tone is full of aggravation.

“I know you would hang me on again! But I’m not going to let that happen again!” I pants desperately.

“That’s upon my decision only! Now stop denying your lovely husband! ” He slaps my backside.

“NO! I can’t!” The sting radiates through me from his swift collide, and he yells in frustration at my denial as he reaches underneath me to brush his fingers over my pulsing centre.

“Mmm….aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” I stop denying as his connection of the heated touch of him awaken my desire and rockets me forward.

Inrush, the sea of intense pleasure drowns me and I start a hasty build-up towards a climax of pleasantness. When I almost reach the galaxy star, just then he withdraws his fingers.

“DON’T!” I shout and completely frustrated at his withdrawal.

“My pleasure wife,” He obey proudly.

And his fingers re-enter me again, sweeping through me, his thumb skimming across my spot, prompting me to push back in a desperate attempt to try and capture more invasion. After that he pulls out, spreading the moisture up my crease.

“Husband, please….no….!” I plead when I feel his solid buddy pushing against my opening.

“Please….don’t!” I whimper.

“Babe, you also wanted me. Stop denying!” Then he advances, breaching me, slowly and controlled.

“Oh, God!” I could cry with infuriation and frustration, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing back, taking him all of the ways.

And I know I’m not going able to meet SiSi tonight because I can’t help myself right. He has completely swallowed me up right now.

His persistent impossible. He m.o.a.ns as grabs my waist before strike forward and blocking every scrap of air from my lungs.

“Oh, God!” I scream as he fills me.

Then he charges forward again and not giving me time to adjust to him. He really on carrying his mission tonight.

“Babe! My dear temptress,” he pants as holding himself inside me.

“Only you could make me come this f**king crazy!”  He grinds himself against m, and I concentrate on getting my ragged breaths under control.

“Prepare yourself to the board. We are going to advance!” He commands.

Obediently, I take a deep breath and reach up to wrap my hands around one of the planks. Then I cry out as the change in position has him penetrating me deeper. He holds still as I follow through on his orders, running his palm down my spine gently.

The fireworks crackling at my spot are bordering painful.

“Get your hold stable!” He orders again.

“Okay!” I spit shortly.

Now I’m going to scream with frustration and he ever tries to leave me to hang up again!

Just then I hear him suck in a sharp breath as he starts withdrawing from me, the fullness alleviating slightly, but then I’m thrust forward as he re-enters me on a full-speed drive.

Oh, God! I scream again.

“Hold properly, babe,” He repeats the delectable move, and I stiffen my arms and rest my sweating forehead on my forearm.

“Husband, please,” I beg.

“I know you love me so much, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“Yes, I love you!” I say.

“And you love me taking you hard, don’t you?” His voice shakes up a bit.

“Absolutely!” I yell my answer to him.

“I do acknowledge it already,” He shifts his grip from my h.i.p.s.

The strengthen his hands over my shoulders before he crashes forward again and again. Both of us in each rhythm and tone every time.

Then he reaches under me and glides over my quivering spot with his fingers. Immediately, I scream and sink my teeth into my arm in desperation as my head starts to spin with a mixture of incredible pleasure and continues of stabbing pains.

In no time, I feel my climax approaching, and in a fraught attempt to seize it, in awareness, I push back against him on each of his incessant blows.

“Oh, no you aren’t yet,” he growls, removing his fingers and withdrawing his buddy.

Instantly, I cry out in anger as he yanks my hands from the headboard and spins me around, pushing me down on the bed.

He straddles on my stomach, trapping my arms by my side with his knees and starts lashing his fist back and forth over his pulsing. So I close my eyes.

“Look at me,” he shouts and grabs my hipbone, prompting me to scream and buck under him.

“Oh no! You are so hateful tonight!” I throw him my evilest look.

“I had promised you that I won’t get so drunk tonight! You aren’t trusting me at all!” I scream at him.

“You aren’t allowed to leave me tonight!” He continues working himself over me as I watch, his eyes dark, his strained neck muscles bulging.

Automatically, I press my lips together. I sweat to myself will not be opening my mouth!

He falls forward, bracing his free hand on the bed and spills himself all over my b.r.e.a.s.ts on a loud yell that resounds around the whole bedroom. He pants above me, slowing his strokes as I wriggle futilely.

My b.r.e.a.s.ts are coated in his warm, my hair is all over the place, my make-up probably needs re-doing and I’m fit to burst with the immense pressure in my groin.

Bloody hell!!!!!! I won’t be able to go out like this tonight!

“You should listen to you husband earlier,” he said and looking down at me, sweat coating his forehead.

“NO! I’m still going out!” I bark, just to make it clear that I am not bargaining with him on this.

No way! I let him trampled over my plan again!

“Disobedient wife!” He reaches down and wipes his palm all over my chest, spreading himself over every square inch of my below part.

“Now it’s done,” he says on a half-smile, before leaning down and pressing his lips hard on mine.

My lips part involuntarily and I soak up the greedy of his tongue, m.o.a.ning, begging for more, but then he pulls back and I thrash my head from side to side, flipping myself onto my front.

Then I hear him laugh, and then he slaps my arse hard before he gets off the bed.

“Don’t shower,” He warns.

“How I don’t have enough time for that! That’s all because of you!” I yell to his back as he rearranges his boxers on his way out.

I shout and thrash myself about on the bed for a few moments.

Arghh!!!!!!!!! I don’t know what this is going to be, but apart from messing my hair up some more and smudging my make-up further. And I can’t believe he did that.

Shit!

What am I talking about? Of course, I can believe that.

Because Feng Teng is beyond unreasonable and challenging powerful.

Yes, it is!