Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 252

“Come, let’s me feed your tummy,” He added.

“Oh yes, please husband. Now I feel so hungry,” I say sweetly.

“I will feed you now,” He says before stand out from the bed and rush across the bedroom.

“Go wash, sweetie, lunch will be done soon,” He yells before slip away from the door.

Such bossy. I get up and make my way to the bathroom. Washing my face and then brushing my teeth. After that go to the closet and I find Feng Teng white shirt look to hang out on the standing tree beside his closet.

Haa, his shirt will make a good dress on me. I took it and slip into my body then I look at the mirror.

Woah, it perfects on me, just like a casual dress. Now I’m ready, when I’m about to head to the kitchen to see him when I turn to find Feng Teng was standing in the doorway of the closet, his elbows resting on the door frame, his torso bare, short pants slung low on his lean h.i.p.s.

“Why are you up here? Lunch did?” I ask his eyes on my body keenly.

My lashes lower and lift as I turn to face him.

“Yes. I see, my shirt look very good on you,” He says as he looks tempting on me.

“I know, that’s my point,” I agree in a low tone.

” O’o, feisty? Huh?” He smirking.

Hehe.

I laugh cheekily.

“Husband, your wifey is hungry,” I said,

He pulls me to him, stroking my hair as my hands settle on his chest.

” Let’s feed your tummy then,” He said before taking me to lead to the kitchen.

As we both finish the lunch Feng Teng went to the upstairs and I’m finish do the dishwashing, I’m sitting at the kitchen island with a coffee in my hand while waiting for Feng Teng as he went to upstairs to change his wears.

When Feng Teng walks up the stairs, he looking so godly handsome with his casual white T-shirt with a cream midi sweatpants. I’m admiring my husband perfect look but when he stops beside me, locking me in a smouldering with a stare.

His hand covers mine on my cup handle and he brings it to his lips and drinks, swallowing with slow seductiveness.

“Babe, I always like my lips on your lips,” he mumbles after finish his sip.

And just that easily, his lips might as well be on every intimate part of me, because I’m wet and wanting, and I can’t remember what if I ever have enough of him.

“Feng Teng, husband,” I whisper.

He sets the cup aside.

“Right I’m here, wifey,” he says, and before I know what he intends, he pulls me to my feet and tugs his shirt, the only thing I have on, over my head.

A moment later he sets me on the island and spreads my legs, his hungry gaze sliding over my b.r.e.a.s.ts, then lifting to my mouth.

“Hmm…Which lips do I want first, is the question. Why don’t I let you decide? Which comes first, my beautiful wife, babe? Your mouth, or that sweet spot right here,” his fingers slide between my thighs.

“Or where that I know will make you m.o.a.n,” He says seductively.

My lashes lower for two beats and lift.

“Both are very good choices,” I manage to choke out.

“Lean back,” he orders.

“And hands behind you,” he added.

Oh, powerful Feng Teng is here again.

Commanding, dominant, s.e.xy, control freak, great troubled husband of mine. I like this part of him the most. I like it a lot. I do as he bids for me to leaning back, my n.i.p.p.l.es thrust into the air by the new position, and he is quick to tug me forward just enough to ensure that I’ll fall if I dare to move.

He squats between my legs, his thumbs feathering over my inner knees, back and forth, with excruciating deliberateness.

Back and forth.

When I think I can’t stand it anymore, he leans in and kisses the delicate skin he was just touching, following his lips with his tongue.

I m.o.a.n, just as he’s declared I will, and his lips hint at a smile before he leans in and blows on my spot. Swallow hard, arching toward the touch he denies me, trembling when his tongue just barely flicks my nub.

“Fee…ng. Teng…,” I pant as his name a demand that only assures I will wait longer.

He teases me again with another flick of his tongue. Just one before he’s blowing on me again, taunting me. I lift my leg to his shoulder, trying to drag him to me.

But he punishes me in that way that is always on his way, doing the opposite of my silent commands, standing just enough to hold my leg in place and lean over me.

“I decide when as always, my beauty,” he reminds me.

“You should know that,” His lips brush mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip.

“I decide.” He drags his lips across my cheek, down my neck, then back up to whisper.

“I love how you smell when you’re aroused,” he says.

I m.o.a.n again.

“That would be only for you forever. Stop teasing me,” I said.

“What will you give me if I do stop?” He asks.

“What do you want?” I counter back.

“Everything, and…baby?” He said.

“Oh, small matter. You to try harder then,” I say.

He pulls back, staring down at me.

“Oh we both know how good your husband is,” he admits proudly.

Confusion furrows my brow.

“Yes, you do. And as always,” I agree with his statement shyly.

“I know. Now,” He doesn’t give me time to process his words as he sliding back between my thighs, lifting my other leg to his shoulders.

“Feng Teng,” I whisper, and his name is both that I need to be prepare and another plea for his mouth on that sweet spot he’d teased.

He doesn’t deny me. He suckles my nub, drawing on the sensitive flesh softly but oh so deeply, two fingers sliding inside me.

That’s all it takes and I am lost to the sensations, so ridiculously ready to come that as he begins to lick me in every intimate way possible, I am arching into him, pumping against his fingers, and spasming in barely a minute.

I lose space and time, shivering and shaking with the intensity of my release, finally coming back to earth as his finger slides out of me, his hands bracing my h.i.p.s, lips pressing to my belly. He lingers there a moment, his head down, his mouth on my skin, and I sense a struggle within him.

“Husband,” I whisper, imploring him to use me to take the edge off.

My voice seems to jolt him and he moves, lowering my legs. I think he’ll undress now and bury his emotion in me, but he shocks me by setting me on the floor.

His hands settle on my shoulders, and he leans into me.

“We should get rest a bit, watching and cuddling. Night still a long way,” he says.

My eyes shut with certainty.

Shit! He hangs up on me again.

I attempt to snatch his shirt back from the floors but he intercepts, grabbing it first.

“No shirt. I like you in laces better,” Feng Teng express what’s in his mind.

Crazily, as I have been with him, nerves flutter in my belly at the idea of this gorgeous, dominant man watching me only with laces. And I’m mad at myself for the instant ache in my below, where I want him more at this moment than the one before.

“You’re the devil, husband!” I accuse, trying to garner the courage to move forward.

“And for reasons neither of us quite understand, that’s just how you like me, dear wifey.” He smacks my backside just hard enough to cause a little sting.

I yelp but he holds my hand in his grip before leading me to the living room.