Lahat ng Kabanata ng MR. BILLIONAIRE, BEG ME: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

'Cause girl I'm hungover Let's just start over Gotta be more to love than this('Cause girl, I'm tired of this Let's start over We need to love more than fight)He controls his moans by biting his lower lip. I bring my hands to his back, and dig my nails into his skin.-”Angelic” Ethan scolds. He increases the intensity, fucking me faster, as a punishment.-"Ethan" I try to moan under his hand. He grips my waist to push his penetration, slamming his body against mine. I roll my eyes, being completely taken away. I feel my sex squeezing him like a closed fist.-"Fuck, Angelic" Ethan mumbles. I get lost in the feeling of having Ethan inside me. Suddenly, he holds me and stops moving, forcing me to stay still, and starts to rotate his hips.Ethan thrusts deeper into me, holding my waist, literally controlling my body. He continues to thrust deep, very deep, until I cum. At this moment, Ethan removes his hand from my mouth and releases me to moan as I spill.-"ah" I moan as I feel th

He walks towards me, closing our short distance. I take a deep breath to catch my breath. His eyes take on a strong, hypnotic hue. Ethan grabs my waist, subtle and strong, pulling me towards him. Before my body can meet his, he redirects me to the wall of the door, so that I am pressed against it. His right hand holds my waist, while his left runs down my body, from the hem of my dress to my breasts. I grab his hair and pull him towards me. I frame his lips, inviting him for a primitive kiss. We are close, hot and excited. I feel his member brush against the fabric of his pants, eager to go beyond all the pieces of clothing. Our kiss deepens, becoming more carnal and sexy. He opens his own jacket, to get rid of the eminent heat, I suppose, and throws it on the marble of the sink.-"My clothes," I whisper, causing a mischievous smile to grow on his lips. Ethan slides his hands down the sides of my legs, lifting the satin. He hooks his fingers in my panties, and pulls them down to fall

Ethan holds my waist and lifts my body. I hug his torso with my legs and he leads us to the sheets, which were not placed here for us to fuck standing up! Ethan kneels on the sheets so that I am sitting on his lap.He pushes the cup of my bra down, and my breasts spring out. My nipples are exposed, and are quickly hardening with the change in temperature. As his tongue circles my nipple, and captures it in his mouth, my hands move up to his hair. I pull him towards me. He continues sucking, until I move, to create some friction on his already excited member.When he brings me to the brink of orgasm, playing with my nipple, something he does very well, Ethan pushes me back. I lie on the cold sheets, unlike his lap. His skillful fingers find the sides of my panties, and pull them down.Oh fuck! Is he really going to do this here? This place looks so open!-"Ethan," I warn, but without resistance. I'm too far gone, in a haze of desire. Ethan leans over me, and bites the inside of my thig

I put on the bra first, with thin straps and interesting details. I put on the panties, and adjust the strap that connects the band to the panties, so that it looks exactly perfect. At the foot of the bed, there's a pair of black Louboutins, with red heels. I put on the chosen shoes, feeling like a goddess in a sexualized figure. What can I say? My inner goddess is throwing dollars to the sky, like an expensive slut. I release my hair from its ponytail and shake it with my hand to give it volume. Ethan returns, now dressed in his ripped jeans. He locks the door behind him and watches me, not missing a single detail of me. His eyes drink me in with lust, and no other emotion would be more appropriate. "Tell me heaven is better than this vision, and I will profoundly disagree," Ethan says quietly. He walks to the closet and selects a pair of red leather handcuffs, like Louboutin heels, a paddle, and nipple clamps. The circumference of the handcuffs seems large, a little inappropriat

-"While you're away? Absolutely nothing" This is a clear challenge. -"Are you challenging me?" Bingo, Mr. Donneli! I don't answer, just wait for him to take the challenge. -"I can come back just to remind you how much I enjoy a challenge" Ethan mumbles, waiting only for my answer to give his verdict. -"I know you can, and I also know you would. But calm your sordid thoughts, it wasn't a challenge" I say. Throwing down a challenge because he's away is an exciting idea, and my inner goddess perks up at it. -"Very well made, Mrs. Donneli" -"Your bad behavior excites me, and worries me" he confesses. I grab my bag, which is already packed on the bed, with everything I need before I leave. -"I'm a good girl. I won't do anything crazy, other than skydiving or driving on the wrong side of the road," I say seriously, and then I laugh out loud. I leave the room, closing the door behind me. I can leave in twenty minutes, if Mrs. Jones is done with lunch. -"Angelic, stay away from cars, o