Sonia
“Babe…” I quickly ran to the door once I heard his voice.
It was Dennis and though I had been boiling with rage ever since he got back this evening, the moment I opened the door and saw his face, all the anger dissolved.
“Took you so long… were you f*cking her?” I asked, rolling my eyes and pretending to be angry.
He smiled and pulled me into his arms while I tried harder to hold back the blush. He started kissing me all over the face, and before I knew what was going on, I was already smiling sheepishly.
“See? I always get you. You can't be mad at your man.” He retorted while I gently hit his chest and pushed him off.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the surprise? And what was that about? Kissing and drooling all over her? Are you in love with her now?” I quizzed, rolling my eyes again.
He wanted to pull me into his arms again, but I stepped back.
“No, you don’t get to do that. I want answers, use your words and not your hands.” I said frankly.
“Well, I did tell you I would handle it. That was what I meant, and I didn’t tell you because I knew you would react exactly the way you’re right now.”
“As for loving her, you know that’s not possible. I could never fall in love with another woman. My heart beats and belongs to you.”
I found myself smiling as he said each word. To think I was so jealous and barely pulled through the whole annoying surprise of a party.
Seeing how Freya blushed, and the guests gushed over her, was so annoying. It took a lot of willpower not to jump in front of her and tell her it was all a lie. It would be nice to see her smile vanish once she knows that Dennis was actually my man. My man!
“Heyy… what are you thinking about?” Dennis suddenly asked, tapping his fingers in my face, and pulling me out of my thoughts.
“What about her? Where is she now?” I asked.
“Sleeping peacefully.” He replied.
“Peacefully??” I smirked.
I wanted to say something, but he stopped me with a kiss. He pushed me to the bed and then stood over me, smiling naughtily.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked while I raised a leg on the bed and then traced from my lips down to my thigh.
I stopped between my legs and then spread them.
“Nothing other than how I plan on devouring you. I’m going to eat you up completely, but slowly and then fast till you almost pass out.” I burst into laughter while he quickly shushed me.
“Easy now… I know you’re a screamer, but we don’t want Freya to wake up, do we?” He chimed in and then went on his knees in between my legs.
He spread my legs wider, raised my legs and then gently started to lick me from the toe right till my belly where he stopped. I let out a soft moan as I hurriedly took off my top and threw it across the room.
My boobs were standing firm and the nipp*es stared him in the face.
“My babies look prettier today.” He chimed in while I blushed out a moan.
“They can’t wait to have your lips on them.” I moaned while he chuckled and then slowly moved his hands on them.
He fondled them perfectly the way I like them, f*cking each one with his fingers till it felt like the nipp*es were going to pop off.
I was so wet down there, and I was so sure my juice would fill a small cup. I was dripping. He felt this too when his elbow brushed over it, immediately drawing his attention.
He took off my panties, and the next second, I felt his wet lips on me, stroking my cl*t and making me scream out in pleasure.
He quickly cautioned me again and while I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t keep up with it again. The next time I felt the moan coming again, I quickly pressed my hand over my mouth.
My back failed me, it could no longer hold my weight and I fell back and crashed into the bed. I was pulling my hair from the roots with one hand and fondling my bo*bs with the other.
He paused for a second and then started fu*king me with two of his fingers. He was so fast and intense that my cl*t soon started to tingle. I was on fire. My whole body was.
“Oh my… I’m coming…” I let out just before my body went into a frenzy and my legs started shaking, but Dennis didn’t stop.
He went even harder and faster while I shook more violently, almost as if I was crashing and having a stroke.
“F*vk f*vk!!” I let out when he finally stopped, and I curled into a circle, trying to calm my nerves.
Like always, Dennis wasn’t done. He grabbed me and turned me over. My as* was in his face while I bent over, raising my hips higher for easy access.
He pulled down his shorts and pushed his fully erected d*ck into me while I let out a slow but deep moan.
The strokes started slowly, but I felt each of them in my brain, and deep in my body. Dennis has never failed at satisfying my wild cravings. He knows how to make me go crazy and come hard many times.
The strokes became faster and faster till my a*s was clapping hard and loud against his body.
We didn’t even care about Freya hearing anymore, it was that intense. We couldn’t stop, we were like rabid dogs in the heat. I pulled my hair in all directions while burying my face in the pillow to muffle my loud moans.
When Dennis started groaning, I knew he was close and the strokes became more intense. My insides were hot and burning but I didn’t want it to stop. My whole body shook but I still wanted more.
“I want it on my face, babe…” I let out just before he came.
I quickly got on my knees in front of him while his juice splashed all over my face and chest.
I stayed there and pressed it all into my skin, smiling at him while he crashed into the bed.
“That was… f*cking wild.” I finally let out while I stood up, slapped his butt and then went into the bathroom.
The door soon opened, and he stood there at the entrance watching me with those naughty eyes.
“Aren’t you going back to your wife-to-be?” I let out in a taunting tone while he smiled.
“You need me now, and you’re more important.” He chimed in and then stepped forward to kiss me.
“You know it drives me nuts when you say it like that. Are you trying to seduce your way into a second round?” I quizzed while he chuckled.
“I would love to, but I think we should follow what you said. I should get back to her before she wakes up and realizes I’m not there.”
“I just can’t f*cking wait till she is out of our lives, I want my man back with me. Dennis, I need to be able to see you anytime I want. I mean at all times,” I whined.
“I know right, I want that too. But right now, we have to be careful. Thank God she didn’t see your face, our plans would have been for nothing by now.”
“You know I had to lie to everyone that I was planning a surprise party for her and I wanted them to help me with it. They really like her at the office, so it wasn’t difficult to get them to agree.”
“And then, I also had to lie to her that I was meeting with the planner at the hotel yesterday. You know I couldn’t just tell her straight, she would ask how I knew she was at the hotel and saw me with another woman. I just had to use my tricks on her, and she fell for it.” He explained.
“Like always… she is too dumb for a billionaire heir who would soon have so much power and money.” I let out with disgust.
“That’s why, in a way, we are helping her take off the burden. We know how to manage money better and that, we are going to do… for her…” we both laughed at this while we cleaned up and went back to the room.
He quickly dressed and left. I didn’t want him to leave just yet, a cuddle would have been better, but since I couldn’t have that, I settled for a kiss instead…
“Be patient, Sonia… it’s only a matter of time now…” I muttered to myself…
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