The Billionaire's Wife

“What the actual fuck!” I groaned as when the woman started licking my manhood tastily like a lollipop down there. She was licking and nibbling it before twirling her tongue, probably arousing me.

Goddamn it. 

She really knows how to make my knees wobble. I cussed under my breath when she gradually took it in her small hot mouth while her head was lifted and staring at my eyes seductively. She was obviously giving me a head.

She's moving her head up and down with both of her hand encircled on my manhood while I am guiding her. It's too big for a single palm- I ain't boasting, I'm just stating a fact.

A motherfucking fact.

I shut my eyes when I felt like my body can’t take it anymore. I pulled her to change our position. I harshly grabbed her small body, twist it, and pinned her- facing the edge of the bed.

“Kneel!” I commanded and she instantly obliged, like a four year old child listening to the command of her teacher.

I breathed some air before I positioned my self between her parted legs. I masturbated my manhood for a couple of seconds before slowly inserting my manhood inside her hot wet cave.

I gasped when I felt her insides stretched and hugged my manhood. It’s so fucking hot! Fuck it!

I started to move, back and forth while my hands were on her waist, supporting her. The flapping sounds and loud gasps of us filled the room as my pace started to become fast. We can almost hear the sounds of our body colliding together.

“I’m near, shit...” I cussed with gritted teeth and moved my body faster.

But before I could taste the seventh heaven, a ringtone from my phone halted us.

Seriously?

I stand up annoyingly and answered the call without looking who was the caller.

“Who the fuck it is and what the fucking fuck do you fucking want?” I can't contain my anger.

I felt the woman moved and watched me as I talk over the phone. 

“What? This is me, your father! You, dumbshit, don’t talk to me like that ever again!” he hissed and I bet he’s fuming mad already, that’s what he’ll get for disturbing me.

I tilted my head and massaged my temple. “What do you want, my dear father?” I asked, mark the sarcasm please. I can’t really talk to him nicely especially right now that he spoiled the moment.

“Well, you’re going to marry Celeste Villamore whether you like it or not,” he said and then he hung up the call- leaving me speechless and puzzled.

My mouth parted as my eyes darkened. What does he mean by that? Marry? I’m going to marry someone?

Is he making me laugh?

Did he hit his head somewhere to say that? 

And what? Celeste Villamore, huh? Who the fuck was that?

I stopped when I realized something. 

Damn, her name sounds familiar to me.