Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 309

“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, God,” he yells.

“Let it go, babe,” He demands.

‘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.

My eyes close and I can do nothing more than accept the his work on my body.

“Wifey, now. Together!” He said.

And with that he shouts, grinds and collapses on top of me, releasing my hands from his fierce grip. His breathing is chaotic, his body twitching and his skin wet. I’m all of those things, too, minus one satisfying climax.

“You didn’t together,” he pants into my neck.

Now I can’t talk, so I hum and shake my head, my arms flopped limply at the side of my head.

“Babe, I’m sorry.” He says.

I hum again and attempt to lift my arms to cuddle him so he knows that I’m fine, but my muscles are on shut down.

Our sweaty chests are compressing together and our erratic breathing is the loud. We’re both completely shattered. As I want to stay in bed, but then I don’t feel his weight on mine, until I’m being lifted into his arms.

I mumble an audible protest as he carried me to the bathroom.

He turns the shower on as he grabs a towel from the drawer and chucks it on the floor under he shower before laying me down on it. As I just about muster up the strength to frown up at him as he lowers himself to the floor and spreads my legs.

“I want bring you back to life.” He flicks the shower to cool and settles between my thighs before really waking me up with a stretched out, agonisingly soft stroke of his tongue, right up the centre of my core.

My back got arches, my lifeless arms spring to life and my voice comes back.

“Ohhhhh nooo…” I grab his wet hair and push him further into me, the previously deep, misplaced orgasm now gushing forward.

Instantly I start to get panting and my stomach muscles got tensing. My head got lifting, as the cool, fresh water rains all over me. He’s everywhere, licking, biting, sucking, trailing kisses down the inside of my thighs and slowly getting his tongue entering me again in deep inside.

“Better now?” he mumbles around my flesh, then bites lightly on my center.

“Continue please,” I demand on shudder of hope.

Then I hear him laugh a little before he follows through on my order and seals his mouth completely around me and sucks me gently to climax.

At any moment of his take me around and then I burst.

I m.o.a.n and throw my hands over my head. My husband soothes way too good and I love it. Gradually, I’m pulsing against him and completely got limp.

And the cool of water shower on us as if it is a holy water spray on us, the consistent pouring on us, which made your tense body get relaxing.

Though I’m not getting up from this floo as I don’t think I wants to go out today. Hope he can put me straight back in bed afte this/

“Babe, I love so much when I seeing you happy like this,” He kisses his way up my body until he finds me lips, giving me more special attention.

And I only respond with my mouth, unable to convince my muscles to move, and not bothering to make much effort of it either.

“Am I forgiving?” He ask.

I nod against his kiss and he laughs while he pulling back to his embrace and study me caustiosly. My eyes are still working fine.

It’s just my husband feature and face was beyond much beautiful, and he acknowledgehow perfect he is. Arrogant arse!

“Hubby, I love y…o…” I just about manage to squeeze the words past my fitful breaths.

He dazzles me with that smile… my smile.

“Yeah, I know you do,” He gets up.

“Come here. I’ll cleaning your body. Since now I’ve fulfilled the fullest love to my wife. Now it’s time that we need to go to meet Grandfather for lunch.” He takes my hand and heaves me up with absolutely no effort at all.

And I don’t give in as I was put myself on a deadweight in silence protest, to let him know that I don’t want to go out anywhere today. All I can see right now was our bed as I’m way too exhausted and all my body got sore.

“Can we change to another day?” I grumble, as he squirts some shampoo in my hair and starts lathering me up.

“You never stop complaining,” He grins at me, and I roll my eyes.

“Yes. And we have some more time to catch up on, after two week we’re apartd.” I ignore him and let his big, firm hands massage my head and then rinse me.

“Elders come first. Now you’re all clean. Go get dreess up,” He slaps my bum and sends me on my way, while he finishes his shower.

I look longingly at the bed, but as much as it’s calling me, but I resist and venture into the colossal closet to get ready.

We do have time to catch up on, and we have lots of hard to catch up on, too. We’ve broke the back of it, and this is all the more reason for me to remedy the situation that will undoubtedly take me back to being treated like I’m breakable though I was pregnant.

When I walk into the kitchen and find Feng Teng rummaging frantically through the refrigerator. With his arms raised, his broad back is accentuated by the pull of his striped t-shirt, the vast expanse of firmness making my hands twitch at my sides and my eyes blink to confirm that he’s real.

Gradually, I smile. He’s real, my husband , and he’s only mine.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He turns around and looks at me in alarm.

“Milk. No more milk left in here,” he says griefly.

“What?” I laugh at his genuine distress.

“So you’ve run out you fresh milk drink?”

“Wifey. Nothing funny here,” He slams the refrigerator door shut before stride over to the cupboard and yanking it open. After that he grab the endless bottles of Avian.

“What the hell has going on here? Have Auntie Ling forgot to refill it?” He barks to himself.

Seeing small distress gesture like this, I can’t help have a double over with laughter.

This is not the normal behaviour for someone who merely likes something. I know my husband, he’s addicted to his beloved milk bottle.

My dear husband is actually addicted to morning milk just like the kids did. And it’s seems quite possibly that he is going to have a seizure if he doesn’t get his refill soon.

SO I’m happily tittering away when I hear the cupboard door got slam. So I bolt upright and do a rubbish job of restraining my grin. Trying hard clamping it down painfully on my lip to prevent from sound.

“My naughty lady. What are you grinning at?” He scowls at me, good and proper.

“Why the compulsion for the milk?” I ask quickly before re-clamping down on my lip.

He folds his arms across his chest, still scowling.

“Because I love it so much,” He say.

“You really love it?” I reconfirm.

“Yes, I do. Really,” He confirmed.

“You’re in a ridiculous to considering you just like drinking it.” My lip drags through my teeth as I completely lose the battle to keep back my smirk.

“No. I’m not in ridiculous,” he argues on a small laugh.

“Okay, then,” I shrug, still grinning.

Just a milk he already gave this such a big deal. But don’t want to admit it. He walks across the kitchen and around the stool towards me, his eyes widening as my lower body comes into view.

“What the hell are they?” he blurts as he see my pants.

I look down at myself and back up to shocked eyes.

“Shorts,” I answer coolly.

“You mean knickers?” He ask.

I’m grinning again.

“No, I mean a shorts skirt,” I grab the hem on each leg of my denim shorts and pull them up.

“If they were knickers, they’d look like this. Hubby,” I muses.

He gasps a little, still studying the offending my wear.

“Babe, you going to meet My grandfather. So be reasonable and polite,” He advice.

“Hubby,” I sigh.

“I’ve told you. If you want long skirts, then go find someone your own age.” I pull my shorts skirt back down and kneel to tie the laces of my shoes, ignoring the grumbling and bristling emanating from every delicious fibre of my unreasonable man.