Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 293

Immediately, I throw my arms around his shoulders and tackle my comeback dominant husband with as more high-level force and this probably more.

“My hubby. I’m yours.” I pant between hard lashes of his tongue.

“My little wifey. You don’t have to reassure me because I’ve known it for a long long time ago,” His hand feels up my leg and cups me harshly, triggering hot wetness to invade me and an exciting thud to attack my core.

His finger slips past into my lace.

“You’re ready,” he purrs into my mouth.

“Mhmmn” I hums and my muscles grip his finger as he enters me.

“Hubby,” I call in low tone.

He then let go our mouths and withdraws his finger before re-entering with two. He pushes in hard and high. Then my head falls back against the wall, my mouth gaped, my eyes closed.

“Babe, are you ready?” His voice is carnal and a massive surprise asking me and given me his delicate touch to me for the recent few weeks before the wedding.

And now after he seen his new threat with the little guy just now, which was cause my husband changed to his hard and possessive claims on me even though I was already his. So now I’m being claimed and reminded of who I belong too, his body keep telling me that I’m only his. As I was too friendly with the new guys just now, so my powerful husband is on his mission to remind my place and status as his wife. But do I really ever need his reminder? But if this is his kind of reminder, I would love to get it frequently.

LOL. I know I’m so hideous.

When I drop my head and find his eyes, I reach forward and unbutton of his trouser zipper before sliding my hand into his boxers and wrapping my palm around his huge buddy.

Instantly, he pulls in a short breath.

“My wifey. You are so impatient,” He smirking.

“Hm, I want this,” So I squeeze his base and draw a long stroke to the tip.

“Hubby, I think I’m ready enough now,” I claims nerveously.

Then he sweeps one last circle with his fingers before removing them and lifting me to his body, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hands seeking out his nape.

“I knew wife, you were my most understood woman,” Then when the elevator doors open, I’m got carried out into our penthouse, where the door is opened without delay, and we’re quickly on our way upstairs to our aster suite.

“My dear wifey. Do you know that you have make me a desperate f**king mess? Which always trigger my calm and sane sense?” He said as I get placed on the edge of our bed and my dress is pulled up over my head quickly before he yanks his shirt off before kicking his shoe to the side and pushes his trousers down to his legs and even taking his boxers with them. My husband has restraint himself last night very much and he really look desperate, and of course I’m all the more delighted for him. So we are going to have our consummate love after being hold back since last night.

Just then, I’m got pushed back onto the bed by him and my knickers are pulled down my legs even my bra got disposed of in a very fast speed. I know my husband now, he’s really on his working fast, but it’s still seemed not quick enough for me.

As my impatience got unbearable as his glorious n.a.k.e.dness looming over me. As his desperate on me, I also wanted to touch him. So I sit up and slide my hands around his solid arse and pull him forward so he’s standing between my spread thighs and his lower stomach at my eyelevel. Quickly I placing my lips gently in his abdomen, slowly I trail kisses across to his scar, but it doesn’t make me wince a bit as before. Everything on his body was a massive imperfection, his ugly scar on his beautiful body, but it just makes him all the more perfect to me.

He is my perfect imperfect knight and my husband.

When I feel his fingers thread through my hair, and my eyes creep up the firmness of his abs, then his chest, until I’m staring into eyes that filled with all his love reserve only for me, as his woman, wife and madam Feng.

It’s not a hunger l.u.s.t or carnal want but a real love.

A real love that only exist if you fins your true love and soulmate.

So my husband going to make his true love and sweet love. In fact, he does it so well, but I’m now so desperate for his ferocity, desperate for him to stop treating me like I’m a fragile paper.

Then I’m decide to get m y hands flow back down to his torso until my palms are resting on the edges of his perfect V-abs. I lean on it and kiss his stomach again before working my way up, standing as I go until I’m feeling his neck out and pulling him down to meet my lips. So I lift myself gracefully to his body and link my legs around his waist, feeling his arm around me, holding me to him as he accepts my demand for our mouth contact.

Heavy mouth contact. Indulgent mouth contact.

All consuming mouth contact.

Feng Teng doesn’t lower me to the bed. Instead, he walks me into the bathroom and straddles the chaise lounge, to standing me over him.

After that, he looks up at me.

“Babe, we need to finishing our hold off consummate last night,” He tell.

Then, I’m yanked down and our mouths crash together tightly.

“This time no one allow or anything to stop me from having you, my dear wifey,” he says around our lips relentless colliding and tongue battling.

“YES. No one or anything. I’m promise,” then I pull at his hair, trying to draw out his wild beast to get out.

Yes. He knows what I want and what I need right now and he damn well knows it, so he’s really going to give it to me.

Only for me.

“I know my wife wants it badly,” He breaks away, and I’m the one growling this time.

He stares up to me with his heavy panting and sweating soaked. Yes, he wants to give it to mebadly as well as I can see it in the burning glaze in his stare.

They’re smoking out, darkening with love desperation. So I know I’ve make him desperate wanting only for me. I know.

So I’m gently tugged down as he holds himself upright and he ready to enter me gracefully, but I put on stiffen to preventing him from seizing me. Even I might be desperate for him, but I still have to maintain my sensibility, just like I’ve done over the past few weeks.

He’s not wearing the safety kit yet, and judging by the sharper tug of my arm, he knows exactly why I’m holding back.

“Hubby, please. Not yet,” My breathlessness is completely giving away my pent up l.u.s.t.

“NO. I’m taking you now, and you’re not going to stop me with trivial f**king requests,” He yanks me down and seals our lips, working into my mouth with deadly determination.

So I don’t try to resist, but I really don’t want this without the safety kit.

I know this might be the hard love that I’ve been waiting for since but still we need to consider as it’s still early.

Feng Teng keeps our mouths locked, and then levels himself up and slides in straight in meM as he ignoring my request.

Myy legs naturally wrap around his waist and lock at the ankles to pulling us closer tightly.

“Oh, God. My wife,” he pants against my mouth.

“You are my perfect goddess,” He exclaims.

Yes, it does feel perfect. So I’m swiftly reminded of the perfection that ‘s got barrier in between of us.

As now just raw, a flesh on flesh.

Me in him. No protection after while we are had it.

Then I’m gasping into his shoulder and digging my nails into his biceps.

“Move hubby,” I demand.

“Please move now,” I call for his quick move.

“On time, my wife. Just let me feel real you for a moment,” He takes my hands and guides them around the back of his neck where my fingers naturally feel out his hair and tug them gently.

Then his big hands slowly skate down my sides, over my br**sts and onto my waist. He holds me still.

The only sounds heard in the air around us just our strained and heavy breaths. They are in hard emotion and desperate.

Feng Teng tightening his grip on my waist, he lifts me on a deep m.o.a.n before letting me slide gently back down onto him.

My eyes close in pure, comforted bliss, and I gasp, removing my hands from his hair so I can get them onto the firm warmth of his chest. Then I marvel at his solid, bunched muscles, just flawless hardness before me, screaming to be touched, begging me to feel his perfection. My insatiable hands wander all over him and smooth across his pecs as I’m lifted from his body again and grinded down, slowly and meticulously.

“Please. Don’t try to tell me that us right now doesn’t feel right. But the truth is that we are to right for it. VERY!” he m.o.a.ns.

“Babe. Don’t you ever try to tell me this isn’t how we’re supposed to be again or even not now. I won’t give in ever,” He works on me around and circling his groin firmly.

“I WILL NEVER ALLOW YOU TO RESIST IT!” He swears.

“Please.Don’t come inside me. Give me a bit of time only…please,” I might be overwhelmed with his potency, but a small part of me is still aware of what I’m doing.

“NO. Don’t ever tell me what to do with your body, wife. Now kiss me,” He demand.

So I’m blinded by his carnal words and his claiming over me. And my body refusing to deny him. He’s the one holding the power, and he knows it. My mouth drops to his and my body presses into him, a clear invitation to take me how he pleases.

His head tilts back to maintain our mouth contact as I’m raised again and plunged back onto him. I groan into his mouth in a low, alluring message of submittal.

Gosh! Right now, I’m not thinking straight anymore. My mind got scrambled by all of his force, even the painfully accurate momentum and strikes from his h.i.p.s, sending me into delirious indulgence.

Heaven.

I hum as I’m slowly and easily lifted, time and time again. The pressure of him pushing into the deepest part of me is pleasure embodied.

“Hubby. You feel so good.” I pant.

“More harder,” I need this harder.

“Coming,”he answer me.

“Just like this. We stay just like this forever,” His eyes clench shuts and he goes rigid against me.

Rght now he’s being too gentle with me. Instead of giving me what I need a shock and awe. So I need him to take me hard.

It has been like this for weeks. And I know why.

“Hubby. Why are you being so gentle with me again?” I nuzzle into his neck, sucking and biting at him.

“Special Love,”he m.o.a.ns.

“No. I don’t want like this,” That won’t have the desired effect.

Yes, I’ll come, I’ll m.o.a.n in pleasure and shake all over him, but I need to scream a release. And I need scrubbing, not dabbing.

“Please harder, my love hubby,” I call for his.

He sucks in a sharp breath as I force myself down, hard.

“Yes!” I’ve got lift and smash back down.

“My wife,wait,” He holds me still above him.

“No, damn it,” He swears.

Gosh! I can feel him throbbing inside me, his heaving chest pushing against my torso. I panting into his neck, my fists clenched in his hair as I tighten my grasp.

“Hubby. You should stop treating me like a thin paper. I don’t need that,” I says.

“No. For me you are my precious paper to me, my dear. You are my very delicate wife,” He exclaims.

“But I’m not that easy breakable. So if I wasn’t two weeks ago, and I’m not anymore as tonight are our consummate love,” So I try to lift myself as I need movement, but he’s got a harsh hold on me.

This is another reason why I hope to God not to let me pregnant now but I can’t stand his resisting anymore. So I pull out of his neck and look into his eyes.

“Hubby. Please. I need you hard now,” I demand.

He shakes his head.

“I’m sleepy.” He says.

“Why? Spill,” I ask.

Will he admit to what I already can guess that he has been throwing my safety medicine. I caight it a week ago before our wedding. So he better stop hiding it.

” Babe. It’s because I don’t want to hurt you.” he whispers.

Now I try to keep a hold of my anger.

Doesn’t he really want to hurt me, or doesn’t want to hurt our baby But we aren’t even sure about it yet?

“So you won’t. Okay,” Then I feel him relax slightly, so in quick I take the opportunity to push myself up and right back down on a sharp force with a satisfied shout.

He got shouts, too and I know he wanted to smash into me badly. He wants to take me hard, rule me and indulge me, but he won’t and it’s driving me f**king insane.

“F.u.c.k!”he yelps.

“NO. My babe, no,” He stop me franticly.

“Do or nay?” I grasp his face and take his mouth hungrily.

If I keep on, I’ll have him.

“Claims me now,” I demand, skating my lips across his cheek.

Then he catches them as they pass his mouth again, and his tongue enters, frantic and rushed. I’ve almost got him. I wickedly rise and collide with him again, prompting a sharp bark.

“You feels good, doesn’t it? Tell me it feels good.” I demand on him.

“Oh, God. Please, babe don’t,” He beg.

So he won’t?

Then I go p and down again, harder and heavier.

“Hmmm. I love you,” I’m driving him crazy, and I know he wants this because he could easily stop my teasing moves.

“I LOVE YOU,” I declare firmly.

Those words are his undoing, as I knew they would be. He releases a frustrated yell and takes over my movements, squeezing my waist and wrenching me up and down on him.

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” he shouts, almost angry, and I know it’s because he really can’t resist me.

“Yes!” I scream.

He’s suddenly standing, my legs still wrapped around his waist as he walks across the bathroom and trusts me up against the wall.