Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 308

After both of us made a reconcilation, we spend most of our weekend with cuddling and re­upgrade our love. I’ve relished in the sleepy, and I’ve disagreed with almost everything that my hubby has said, just to get some more his love shower into me. So I won’t be able ever to leave him again in future.

I then swiftly forgot what I’d agreed to all his demand agreement during the session as if I got all numb receiving his full love attention. Even he gave me his love right after we ate on the terrace, followed by his extra requested of decided which I has breaking my promise. But I know he just wanted me to love him more and, quite frankly, he deserve to have all my live to be exact.

Now I’ve been received his love for me in every way, shape and form, and I’ve loved every single second of it, even if I am a little weak right now.

So when I’m back to his sweetly and rough love, with no gentleness with it. As he believe that I’m not pregnancy, but actually I am. Now he’s back to his rough and no mercy on swallowing me wholly non stop.

And there so many different way followed to what he wants and any which way, too.

Yesterday has more than made up for my lack of dominant on him in these recent weeks. So I couldn’t be happier than right now.

But there is really nothing got wronged during it thought I was on a pregnancy.

Few days ago, SiSi does came to visited us and I’m knew I heard my brother in the background, but she denied it as she didn’t won’t to ruin my mood with my good going of love life now. And she got a chances to ask me if my husband and I had made a love reconciled yet.

And of course we did, all the time before she came in. She also asked if I have told my husband that I was pregnant. Indeed, no.

Because my husband has swallowed me fullest day and having things completely back to normal, and that just how they should be from after our vows and I’m sure this is the right decision. By not telling him the truth.

“Babe, are you going to lie there all day, or are you getting your ass dressed so we can shoot to The Mansion for having lunch with Grandfather there?” He tell me as he stands from the bathroom doorway with glorious n.a.k.e.d while rubbing a towel over his dark hair.

I push myself up and crawl to the bottom of the bed, and then flop back down on my front, propping myself up on my elbows and resting my chin in my palm. I know what I’m doing, and so does he by the look in his twinkling eyes.

Not that I don’t want to go to The Mansion. But if we having lunch others that in that mansion, I bet I will be more happy than there.

“Yes, I think I might if….” My voice is inviting and low, just how I intended it to be.

“Would you join me hubby? I know you’re hard though,” I nod at his groin and flick my eyes back up to him, struggling to hold back my grin.

I bite my lip and watch him closely.

“That would be because I’m looking at you, my high temptress now,” He dr.a.p.es the towel over his shoulders and leans on the door frame.

Then I start drooling at the mass of pure, tempting gorgeousness and smile of him.

“You’re got hard everywhere.” I says.

“Except here.” he says, all deep and coarse, tapping his chest.

“In here, to be truth I am as soft as shit. But that only for you, my beautiful wife only. No one else other than you in here,” He said firmly.

My smile got widens after I hear his complaint.

“Nahh…You can be hard-hearted too sometimes.” I muse, rolling over onto my back, my head hanging off the end of the bed.

“You’re a high temptress now, Madam Feng,” He calls up.

I watch his upside-down body approach slowly until he’s standing looking down at me, his steel shaft brushing my top lips.

“You want it?” he asks, clasping the base and guiding himself from side to side across my lips.

The hot dampness has my tongue darting out to taste, but he pulls back, his lips tipping at the corners.

“Say please.” He demand.

“Please. Hubby,” I reach up and run my fingertips down the centre of his chest, and he m.o.a.ns, guiding his buddy straight to my lips.

So I open mouth slowly while watching as his face contorts with anticipation, then I close my lips around him.

“Babe, that damn temptress mouth of yours. Argh!” he groans as he clenching his eyes shut.

“Should I stop?” I bite down lightly and drag my teeth across his smooth flesh.

“Tells me now. Do you want me to stop or continue?” I teased,

“You…better. Argh! I want you to shut up your precious mouth and concentrate on what you’re plan to d,” He frustrated.

I smile and release him before flipping myself over and sitting on the end on the bed between his thighs. I grab his and squeeze… hard.

“Oh, God! Stop teasing me, my little wifey,” His hands find my hair, his fists clenching, and he pushes me down to him.

And I don’t put up any resistance as I love so much on taking him like this. My head drifts down and my fingernails grip onto his firm arse, pulling him forward.

“Oh, God!” He barks, holding my head in place.

“Just stay still there,” He orders.

He’s brushing the back of my throat, and I’m struggling to stop my stomach from convulsing. So I keep quiet whilst he spasms against me, his head dropped back and his fists tightening in my hair. I need to keep control here. I cannot be throwing up at this moment if not, I’ll never explain it, so instead of concentrating on my mouthful of his solid, I focus solely on keeping myself from retching.

So I close my eyes and inhale through my nose.

What is wrong with me? If the pregnancy brings aversions and mine is a sudden intolerance of his manhood inside, then I will never want to be pregnant again.

Gradually, I relax a little when he withdraws and quickly drop him from my mouth before crawling up his body to me and wrapping my legs around him.

Thank God. I need to guide this perfectly, especially judging by the incredulous look on his handsome face.

He doesn’t like if I ever halting our on-going things. Because that’s only on his call. So I lean in and bite his lip.

“I want you inside me now. Hubby,” I demands.

“Really? I was quite happy where I am now,” he splutters in disbelief.

It makes me laugh.

“I’m glad you find it funny, wifey,” He tells.

“But I don’t and I’m sorry.” Pushing my lips to his, I wave the need card.

It’s my only option.

“I want you inside me,” I repeat,

He pulls back and narrows his eyes and it’s quite worries me. But then he knocks me out with his smile, that reserved only for me.

“You’ll never have to ask me twice, babe,” He lowers me to the bed and comes down with me.

“Get rid of my towel.” He orders.

Instantly, I yank his bath sheet from around his neck and fling it across the room.

“Not forget put your hands in my hair.” he orders.

So I comply immediately, put in my fingers though his mass of wet hair.

“Pull it, too. Take it as your handle,” He leans down and licks my lips as I tug at his hair on a m.o.a.n.

“Kiss me hard, babe,” His stern tone just spikes my need further.

So I tackle his mouth with desperation and conviction.

“Wait, now stop.” he orders, and I do, even though I really don’t want to.

“Kiss me softly, now,” he whispers, and I sigh, gently sweeping my tongue through his mouth, so very lazily.

It’s heaven.

“That’s enough.” he says harshly, and again I stop.

He pulls back and drops a loving kiss on my lips.

“Why can’t you do everything I ask that quickly?” He asked.

I grin and pull him in closer, re-claiming his mouth.

“That’s because your power hungry personally has rubbing off on your powerful wife.” I says.

He laughs and rolls over so I’m astride his h.i.p.s.

��You. Take over the power then, my dear wifey,” He inst

“Delightful coming,” I agree quickly, lifting myself from his groin.

He reaches down, and I slap his hand away.

“Excuse me.” I says.

“Ops, sorry. My bad,” He grins sheepishly.

“Don’t think about it, though, will you?” He ask.

“You’re forgetting here, my dear husband,” I grab his erection and guide him to me.

“I just relinquished the special power that has been reserved for my husband only,” Then I lower gently, his grin soon disappearing, being replaced with thorough appreciation.

He m.o.a.ns and grabs the tops of my legs.

“And I might give you this power more often.” I tells him.

So I lift and slowly sink back down, running my hands all over his chest.

“Do you like?” I ask.

“Oh, definitely I love.” He looks up at me and starts smoothing his hands over the tops of my thighs.

“You’re my most handsome husband,” I lift and lower gently again on a sigh.

“I know.” he says simply.

“But you’re arrogant too,” I tells him.

“I know that too. Get uo you now,” he demands,

I raise my eyebrows.

“Pardon me? Who has the power now?” I ask.

“Yes, you do, but you won’t for long if you waste it. Up now,” He’s restraining a smile, and I scowl, but lift myself anyway.

“Good. Good wife,” he pants.

“Now faster.” He demand.

But I ignore his. I sinking back down, I grind it gently.

“But I prefer it like this.” I says.

“Faster, wife,” He demands.

“NO. Now I’m the one hold the power.” I work my way back up, but don’t get the chance to tease my way down.

Instead I’m got flipped onto my back and pinned down.

“Now you lost your chance, wifey,” He drives straight in with purpose.

“So I’m taking my power back.” He declares.

Bang!

I yell, my legs falling open.

Bang!

“Oh, God!” I scream as he hits my w.o.m.b.

Bang!

“Hubby,” I cried his name.

“You’ve pushed your luck, babe,” he grunts, flexing his grip of my wrists and hitting me over and over and over.

My eyes close.

“Eyes!” He command.

I rip them open on a shocked yelp.

“Good,” His sweat is pouring down his face, dripping onto my cheeks.

But I need to hold onto him, scratch him and bite him, but I’m completely powerless, just as he likes me.

“Hubby. Let me hold you.” I cry, pulling at his grip as he thunders on.

“Who has the power?” He call up.

“Yes. Yes, you do, you f**king control freak!” I shout at him.

“Watch!” He.

Smash!

“Your,” He.

Smash!

“Mouth!” He smash.

“My Wifey,” He thunder harder.

I scream.

“Oh, [email protected]” he yells.

“Come for me, babe,” He demands.

I can’t. I’m trying to focus on the climax that’s lingering somewhere deep, but every time I think I’ve captured it, he hits me again with those punishing h.i.p.s and knocks it back.