Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 271

“Keep them open, babe. I want to see your flesh pulsating under my touch when you come for me,” His throaty tone spikes my want of explosion under his intense touch and equally intense eyes.

He trades one finger for two and scissors my spot pressure slowly.

My head drops back.

“Ohhhhhhh.,” I m.o.a.n and I know I’m committing a massive transgression.

“Eyes, babe. Keep your eyes on me,” He demands.

“I’m close,” I whimper.

“I know, but I’ll stop unless you get your eyes back on me. Listen to me, wife. Show me those beautiful eyes,” He demanding.

I pull my heavy head back up with a massive effort as I tremble under his touch. Our eyes lock and he increases his strokes. His l.u.s.t filled eyes, parted lips and relaxed body escalates my pleasure. He is still, but he is totally affected.

The only movements coming from him are his fingers at my core gliding up and down, his pulsing buddy and the sharp rise of his chest. And then he turns his lips onto my ankle and grazes his teeth across the surface.

I’m a goner.

I bite back a scream and push into his shoulders with my feet as I’m assaulted from every angle by a surge of pressure that explodes and turns my body into a non-responsive mass of twitching nerves.

“There it is,” he breathes, kissing my foot and sliding his finger up my cleft.

“Babe, you’re throbbing. It’s f.u.c.k.i.n.g perfect,” He tell me.

My b.r.e.a.s.ts are rising and falling, my skin clammy and my muscles are contracting harshly. He’s watching me ride out my climax, sat back with his stare firmly in place at my entrance. The appreciation in his eyes is something else.

How he is managing to keep his own hands from wrapping around his iron length is beyond me. I can see it throbbing where it rests.

“Come here,” He puts his hands out and I take them, releasing my feet from his shoulders, my legs folding under me as I straddle his lap and hold onto the back of the chair.

“Lift,” He speaks quietly.

“Protection,” I’m panting.

“Wife, don’t ask me to wear it,” He’s almost begging.

“Feng Teng, do you realise how lucky we are that I’m not pregnant yet?” I know I possibly could be, but I pray to God that I’m not yet, and I also know that he’s thinking it will be unlucky if I’m not.

This is most definitely something I’ll fight him on, the crazy man. Introducing a child before the wedding isn’t good idea. Isn’t it? That would qualify as beyond stupid, and we have plenty of shit to occupy ourselves with, like challenging and neurotic behaviour except now we both probably qualify as neurotic freaks.

He shakes his head and pulls me down, positioning himself, but I tense up, trying my hardest to prevent him from entering me. He looks up at me and his eyes tell me everything I need to know. I push his hand away from under me and settle back down, minus one Feng Teng buried inside me. I keep my eyes on his, but they drop a little.

He knows I’ve got him. I turn and pick one of the foil packets from the box and then slide down until I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He watches me rip the packet open and slide out the protection before I reach forward and gently grasp his buddy, slipping it over his head and negotiating it down the full length of his shaft.

We’re both silent as I crawl back up his body and position myself back on his lap.

I raise myself, pushing forward so my b.r.e.a.s.ts are within licking distance of his mouth. He takes full advantage, flashing me a knowing smile and swirling his hot tongue around each nipps before clamping his teeth on the ends in turn. I’ve had two roaring orgasms and with his teeth latched onto my nipps, there will be a third on the way soon.

How does he do this to me? I feel his hand under my backside and he positions himself under me, the strange sensation of latex skimming my thigh.

“Lower gently,” His short, sharp instruction is delivered in a voice that, no mistaking, holds all the power.

When I do as I’m told and release my thigh muscles, sinking slowly down onto him. His steel rod of flesh finds my passage and slips past as he draws in a long, controlled breath. His head sinks back into the chair and mine drops onto his forehead, my eyes closed. I’m completely impaled by him.

It doesn’t feel the same, but it’s still him inside me.

“Hold still,” His minty breath invades my nose as he speaks into my face and wraps his big palms around my waist.

Okay,I wait. I can feel him pulsing inside me and it takes every bit of strength I have not to contract around him.

He needs a moment.

“You feel so perfect around me. How long do you think you could stand this without responding?” He pecks my lips and trails his tongue across my bottom lip. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long at all. I push my mouth to his, but he tuts and turns his face from me.

“Not long then,” I pull my head back and he returns his forward again.

“You’re denying me,” I say softly. It staggers me sometimes when he does this, given how terribly he reacts to being held back from me.

“It’s a challenge,” he tell me.

“You’re a challenge,” I breathe and drop my face back down to try and claim him, but he turns his face again.

Then I try to instigate some movement by rolling my h.i.p.s, but he clamps his hands around my waist. So it doesn’t take much of his strength to hold me still. I pull back and he returns his face to the centre.

“You need me,” His voice is raspy, s.e.xy as hell and doing me no favours as I work hard to control my breathing, his buddy still jerking wildly inside me.

“Yes, I need you.” I know that these words mean more to him than I love you.

His satisfied expression only confirms it.

Then I lean forward to capture his lips, but he turns his face again.

“How would you feel if anyone stopped you from kissing me?” I ask.

“Deadly,” he states on a growl, returning his eyes to mine.

He loosens his grip of my waist, and I take advantage of his lack of hold, bearing down on a m.o.a.n. His eyes clench and re-open.

“Me too,” I say firmly, following it up with a grind against his h.i.p.s.

His cheeks puff out and his hands shift to my hipbones, halting me in my tempting tactics.

“Who has the power, wife?” He ask.

“My husband,” I answer.

His eyes twinkle.

“Do you want me to make love to you?” He ask.

“Yes,” I nod.

“That’s right answer.,” He lifts my h.i.p.s and rams upwards, yanking me down on a guttural bark.

I scream and grab the back of the chair.

“Like that?” he asks as he withdraws and rams straight into me again.

“Oh, God, Yes!” My head rolls, my eyes close.

“Eyes on me!” he barks on another crash of our h.i.p.s.

“Feel it. Do you feel it, my babe?” He ask.

I drag my eyes open, my vision blurred. The pure, carnal, possessive expression on his handsome face makes me feel like the most desired creature alive.

“Yes, I do!” I shout at him.

He groans and smashes upward over and over, lifting and yanking me back down to meet every punishing advance of his h.i.p.s.

A sheen of sweat invades his brow, his jaw muscles are locked and the vein in his neck is bulging. I grip tighter on the back of the chair, turning my knuckles white.

Gosh! I want to kiss him, but for one, he hasn’t said I can, and secondly, our mouths will never stay joined. My core is twitching, the over used, overworked bud of nerves screaming for a break from such intensity, but I need one more, just one more.

“I’m close,” My desperate words are disconnected and hardly decipherable.

“Dear, I’m seriously close!” I scream desperately.

“Wait!” he grates and smashes upward again.

The grip he has on my h.i.p.s is nearly painful.

“You’ll have to wait,” He demand.

“I can’t,” I cry, and he stops instantly, the lack of friction and rhythm chasing my orgasm away.

“No. You’ll wait,” he pants.

He’s twitching like mad within me. How does he do that? His breathing is heavy and laboured.

“Control it, babe,” He order.

“Gosh! I can’t control anything with you,” I rest my head on his shoulder as the fire in my groin cools slightly.

“I know,” He turns his face into my hair and kisses me.

“I am the one own you, so I’ll control it,” He circles his h.i.p.s gently, stirring my abandoned orgasm.

So I can’t argue with that claim. He totally owns me and I’m under no illusion that he’s talking only of my impending climax.

“I love you,” I murmur against his damp shoulder.

He sighs.

“I love you too, babe. Shall we come together?” He grated.

“Please,” I beg.

“So put those lips on me,” He command.

I slide my lips across his neck, to his jaw, straight onto his mouth and he starts a lazy, languid rocking of my h.i.p.s, back and forth as I drown in his mouths attention of mine.

Gentle Feng Teng, it’s like I got married with a dozen different husband at one time.

“Hmmm. You’re delicious,” he says.

I hum into his mouth and feel him smile.

“I can feel you tightening around me. It feels so good,” He guides my h.i.p.s, grinding us together.

“So you feel good,” I clench my thighs and move my hands to his hair to pull him closer.

“Come for me.,” He delivers a few measured rotations, followed by a flick of his h.i.p.s, and I roll gently over the edge on a long, satisfying groan into his mouth, my third release of the session not as body splitting, but no less earth moving or fulfilling.

“Oh, God!” he garbles, his body going rigid.

And I can’t feel the sensations of his hot c.u.m flooding me, but all the other signs of his climax are there.

He holds me still in his arms.

“Babe, wifey. You are amazing, love,” He exclaim.

I grab onto his jerking buddy greedily and draw him into me. It’s pleasure embodied. He is pleasure embodied.

“That was so good,” I say, lavishing his lips.

He lets me have my way, holding me as close as he can get me and circling teasing, feathery strokes on my hipbones.

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” I ask.

“No, it wasn’t, but it’s still something between us,” He say.

“You want to trample the protection,” I grin against his lips.

“I do,” He pulls back and smiles.

“You need to get ready or we’ll be late,” He state.

I resume smothering his face.

“Where are we going?” I could quite happily stay right where I am.

“I’m comfy,” I deject at him.

“For dinner. I’ve made a reservation,” He laughs lightly and cups my cheeks in his hands, pulling my face away.

“Go get shower,” He tell.

“Ughhh. Let me love you,” I dip down and work my way to his ear, biting down gently.

“Babe,”he warns, pulling me from my nuzzling.

His eyes flicker with mischief as he reaches forward and traces the edges of his mark on my boob.

“You’ll always have this,” He looks up at me.

“Always,” he repeat.

I reach forward and draw my own little circle around my mark on his pec.

“Haha. You should have your name tattooed on my forehead too,” I grin.

“So then there will be no mistaking who I belong too,” I says.

He raises his eyebrows and pouts slightly. He’s probably considering it.

“Oh! That’s not a bad idea,” he says dead pan.

“And I like it,” He stands with me in his arms, and I resume my customary baby chimp style hold of him.

He takes us back upstairs, maintaining our connection until he reaches the bed, slips out of me and lowers me gently to the sheets. He shakes his head on a disgusted snort and pulls the protection off, knotting it and chucking it into the bin.

“Come, get you celan,” He encourages me to clean up.

Now I most certainly do not want to go out now. I want to lay here all night with him hands all over me.

“I need a shower first,” I say.

I crane my neck around and he dazzles me with his smile, which I know is reserved only for me. I return my head to rest on my forearms.

“My husband so handsome,” I mumble dreamily.

“I think I’ll keep you forever,” I say.

“Sure, Mrs Feng,” he agrees, laughing again.

“I have to get replace my contractive pills,” I state into the mix casually.

“I’m talking about the fact that my contraceptive pills have gone, so I need to get a replace,” I said.

“Why would you need that?” he asks.

Why would I do that? Of course, I don’t want to get a bums wearing the wedding dress.

“For wedding dress. I’m not going wearing the dress with baby bums,” I says.

“No, you won’t,” He laughs.

“Then I’ll go to the doctor’s to replace them,” I say casually.

I have no idea what I’m going to do if I am pregnant before the wedding. Die on the spot, I think.

He frown and absolutely look dejected.

“If not you will just have to wear the protection until our wedding pass,” I add.

“NO! I don’t like wearing protection and you are my wife,” he strains the words out.

“So in meantime, we won’t be making any love temporary then,” I conclude smugly.

“Watch your ideas, my lady,” he warns.

I laugh to myself and I don’t know why. Instead of I should be raging, panicking, worrying with he unwanted will. Now I can’t even begin to imagine how he would be with me if I was carrying his child.

Hmm, I wonder if I get pregnant. How he would be with me.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Fine,” I answer quickly.

“How long has Aunty Ling worked for you?” I ask, diverting the conversation from what is a completely pointless agreement.

“Since I was born, she work with Feng family. She is my nanny,” he state.

“She’s fond of you. So she much love you a lot,” I say.

“Yes, she is,”he says quietly, and I know he feels the same way about Auntie Ling. By his own admission he couldn’t live without her.

“So she know about your parent thing then? OUCH!” I yelps in paint.

“Baby, I’m sorry!” Oh, the fear in his voice as his elbow hit me on cheek unintentionally.

His lips fall straight on my cheek to kiss me better.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” He plead.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Unravel your boxer shorts,” I feel him lift slightly and then the short, sharp connection on his hand across my arse.

“Hey! Don’t be so clever,” he admonishes me and glides his palm over my cheek.

“Well?” I push.

“Well what?” He ask.

“You kept it a secret from me a lot,” I mutter indignantly, sitting myself on the edge of the bed.

“That’s because I was falling hard and fast in love with you and it scared me to death to think you would run away from me if you found out my tragic fall out parent, in fact that I’m from a broken family, so do my underworld position and my past relationship,” One brow arches accusingly, and I know what’s coming next.

“And you did,” he finishes.

“It was a bit of a shock at first,” I try to defend myself.

The subsequent events after my discovery still make me shudder, and I want to point out that I came back to him after the whole event bombshell happened.

“I knew you were a powerful man but execute person never come into my brain after all,” I don’t relish the reminder.

“Hey!” He closes in on me and lowers me to the bed dropping a kiss on my lips.

“Hmm…Let’s not re-visit old news. It’s all about us, and now and tomorrow and the next day and then the rest of our lives,” He tell.

“Okay. Kiss me then husband,” I grin.

“Err… Sorry. Who has the power?” His lips are twitching as his eyes flick from mine to my lips.

“My husband did,” I says.

“Good then,” He drowns me in his mouth, giving me exactly what I want, but all too soon he pulls away.

Instantly, I express my annoyance with an audible grumble, and he narrows his eyes on me.

“Sorry, I’m ignoring you. Wear your new pinkish dress,” He gets up and leaves me to shower and prepare for dinner out.

So I walk into the kitchen feeling very special in my new dress, narrow gold belt and new nude heels. My hair is swishing across my back and my make-up is light. I skid to a halt on my heels as I get my first eyeful of Feng Teng.

He’s on his phone, listening intently and he looks mouth watering in his grey suit and pale pink shirt.

My roving eyes work their way from his trouser up his long, lean legs, past his firm, perfectly toned chest and to his clean shaven, devastating face.

He’s scowling. I frown at him and his eyes soften as he perches on a stool and pats his thigh. I wander over and rest myself on his lap while I search through my bag to find my gloss.

His face goes straight into my hair on an inhale and his arm wrap around my waist pulling me closer.

“So, what can you tell me other than that?” He’s speaking with little civility.

So I turn and give him a questioning look as I sweep my gloss wand across my lips. He ignores my obvious curiousness and kisses me lightly on the cheek.

“It’s f.u.c.k.i.n.g convenient that the other camera is broken,” he says shortly.

“Have you checked the footage from the back of the café?”

Oh no!

He seems to take a relaxing breath. I squeeze his thigh and he looks at me, then kisses my forehead.

“Fine, let me know what you find,” He chucks his phone on the worktop and it slides a good few feet.

“It’s a f.u.c.k.i.n.g joke,” he mutters.

“What do you think his motive did that to me?” I spit the question out.

“I don’t know, Wei Lin,” He sounds completely deflated.

“It’s a bit farfetched, isn’t it?” I ask.

“He hates me. Probably h knows you’re my bottom line. For sure he’s been waiting for this,” Feng Teng grate.

I stand, turning to face him.

“Should we go to the police?” I ask.

Because his concern is really concerning me now.

“No,” He shakes his head.

“I’ll dealing him with my very own way,” He grated promising

“Okay, then,” I say quietly.

And I’m not arguing with him on this.

He sighs.

���I should be walking away from you. If I could bear the concequences, I would,” Feng Teng state.

“What?” I recoil, feeling panicked that he would even suggest such a thing.

“I have a lot of enemy to see me crumble babe,” He admit.

“Shut up!” I’m feeling angry.

“Don’t say things like that,” I roar at him.

“Babe, I did ruin a lot of ki…..”

“I said, don’t!” I shout.

“And I don’t need a reminder that I’ve witness you horrible executed on them,” I’m really mad now.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could change everything, except you. You’re the only right thing in my life and I’m even making that all wrong,” His head drops.

Tear start to build in my eyes. I know he’s remorseful, I know he has regrets.

Damn it, I know this. I grab his chin and bring his face up to mine.

“Don’t,” I grind the words out.

He sighs, running his eyes all over me.

“Babe, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you,” He add.

“You reminded me again,” I growl at him.

He smiles mildly, then narrows his eyes on me playfully.

“Oh, I like your dress,” His hand slides up the inside of my thigh and sweeps through the seam of my knickers.

“I like my dress too,” Damn, I’m panting again.

My bag tumbles to the kitchen floor and I grab the front of his suit jacket.

He slips his finger out and brings it up to my mouth, wiping the wetness straight across my freshly glossed lips.

“I’m a very lucky man,” He pulls me onto his lap and tilts me back, pushing his lips against mine on a long, lingering, sensual kiss.

When he’s taken what he wants, he pulls back and flashes me his smile, reserved only for me.

I return it, running my thumb across his full bottom lip.

“That colour doesn’t suit you,” I drag away the soft, nude sticky gloss/c.u.m.

“No?” He pouts, and I laugh.

He stands me up before grabbing the remote control for the sound system.

“I want to dance with you,” He say happily.

“You do?” I ask.

“Yes, I do,” he answer right away.

I smile when jazzy song fires from the speakers, very loudly.

Oh, he really wants to dance. I’m yanked into his chest, his palm rests on my lower back and his spare hand grasps mine. I place my other hand on his shoulder and look up at him on a smile.

“Husband. You make me so happy,” I says.

His eyes twinkle, his luscious lips tipping at the corner.

“I’m going to make you happy for the rest of my life, baby. Let’s dance,” He starts stepping backwards out of the kitchen and as soon as we’re in the vast open space of the penthouse, I’m immediately twirled out and brought back in again before he starts guiding me around the room.

I laugh, looking up into his shining pools of eyes pleasure as I’m weaved between the furniture, twirled around while he smiles down at me. I’m guided from one end of the penthouse to the other, out onto the terrace, around the decking before being taken back inside.

“What are we doing?” I ask as we circle the sofa again.

“I don’t know. Something between a waltz and a quickstep, I think.” He grins at me as I continue to follow his lead.

His eyes look like they could explode with happiness.

“I think I enjoy this just as much as being buried inside you, babe,” He said.

“Really?” I ask, completely shocked.

“No,” He frowns.

“That’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.,” He regret.

My head falls back on a laugh, and he leans down resting his lips on my throat as he directs me back into the kitchen. He lifts me up to his body, my legs curling around his tight h.i.p.s, my hands finding his hair. I hold his gaze and he stops his movements, studying me closely before placing me gently on the counter.

His palms cup my cheeks, his stare seeping into my eyes. He really doesn’t need to say anything, but I know he will.

It’s like he wants to demonstrate how good he is at his newfound talent. He talks to me now.

His thumbs smooth over my skin.

“Who has the power, my dear wife?” He ask.

I roll my eyes.

“You do,” I answer.

“You’re wrong,” He says.

HUH?

“Then, I am?” I blurt.

He holds the power. He’s made that perfectly clear.

“You are actually,” He smiles, and I frown.

“You’re the one with the power, babe,” He add.

“Wait? But you always insist it’s you who holds the power,” I argue.

He shrugs.

“Stupid wife. Do you know that you always stroking my ego. So likely you do hold it and I like it,” He smile.

I start laughing.

“Are you joking? Aren’t you?” I ask a confirmation.

“No. Very serious I am,” He say in a very serious tone of his.

I stop laughing when he doesn’t join me in my humour, even though it’s pretty damn humorous. He definitely holds the powers.

What’s wrong with him?

He burns holes through me with his stunning eyes.

“I hold the power over your body, my wife. When those of your beautiful eyes are full of l.u.s.t for me, that’s when I hold the power,” He releases my cheeks and skates his palms up the insides of my thighs.

I tense, my mouth parting, my hands shooting up to clench his suit jacket in my fists.

He smiles, leaning in and placing his lips gently on mine.

“See,” he whispers, removing his hands from my thighs and prizing my grip from his chest.

“The power’s yours again,” he add.

I study him on a half-smile, completely getting it.

“That’s why you remind me senseless, so do give me the countdown and demand I kiss you when I’m mad. Is it?” I ask.

He smiles.

“You’ve completely exposed yourself. I’m never going to let you touch me again!” I grate.

He laughs, really hard. His chest expands and he throws his head back. I think I already knew that.

That’s why I run at the start of the countdown. I know what he’s capable of when he gets his hands on me.

His head comes back down, his eyes scanning my face.

“Well, Mr Husband. Given how much love we have, I’d say you’re the majority shareholder of power in this marriage. Am I right?” I ask.

I grin when he starts with the laughing again.

It’s a wonderful sight, the faint lines fanning his eyes, making his eyes sparkle.

“Baby, we will never have enough love,” he counter.

“That makes you a very powerful husband then,” I sad.

“Oh, God.” He sweeps my hair away from my face and cups my cheeks.

“I love you so f.u.c.k.i.n.g much. Kiss me now,” He demand.

“Feeling weak?” I smirking.

He leans in.

“Yes, I am, lady boss,” His lips brush gently over mine and I indulge him, handing him the control he craves, letting his tongue saturate my senses as he hums into my mouth and draws all of the power from me.

“Better?” I ask around his lips.

“Much. Come on, my lady boss, we have a date,” He places me on my feet before turning the music off and scooping my clutch from the floor.

“Ready?”

“Oh, wait let me show you the message,” I take my bag and retrieve my phone.

Gosh! I had almost forgotten about that.

“What message?” he asks on a frown.

He clearly has too.

“The one sent from Assistant Yu phone,” I scroll through my phone, my heart beating nervously.

This is it. This is the moment I get this off my chest. I have it plain and clear, so he can’t possibly argue with it. Assistant Yu wouldn’t do this.

“Here,” I hold my phone up to him and he takes it.

His frown line creeps across his brow as he reads the message, a thoughtful look plaguing his expression. His eyes flick to mine and back to the screen. He’s really thinking about this.

After what seems like forever, with me tense and him staring at the screen, he starts nodding mildly.

“I’ll be dealing with this.,” He tosses my phone on the counter.

And he doesn’t look very happy at all. I sag a little in relief. I think I almost expected him to defend her or say that it must have been someone else, but who else would do that? I don’t need to say anything more.

Now he knows, and I’m so relieved.

My phone starts singing and I scoop it up from the counter, seeing Miss Yi name flashing up on the screen. I let out a tired sigh and reject the call.

She’ll soon call the office and find out that I’m off work today.

“Who’s that?” he asks.

“A new client. A pain in the arse new client,” I state annoyingly.

He takes my phone and slides it back on the worktop, then pulls me into his chest.

“No work today. Are you ready for our date?” He ask.

I nod into his chest.

“Yes,” I answer excitedly.

His lips press into the top of my head and he releases me, holding his arm out in a very gentlemanly manner. I smile, threading my arm through his. He winks and leads me out of the penthouse and to the elevator.