Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Bab 221 - Bab 230

The echoes of Clara Thompson's last breath still lingered in the air like an etching memory. It had occurred on Saben's birthday—what was supposed to be a day of joy had turned into a night of chaos, fear, and ultimately, closure. Now, in the aftermath, Benedict and Sabrina sat in the quiet of their home, finally undergoing the weight of the past. Benedict stood in the window of their estate, his beautiful home. He looked out the window into the garden where he had once heard the shrill, ringing laughter of children echoing through the halls. Hours ago, Saben blew out the candles on his birthday cake amidst the balloons and smiling faces. And then Clara had appeared. Uninvited. Unwanted. And now she's dead. The woman who had tormented him for years, tearing apart everything he held dear, was finally gone. The End. It should have felt wrong-grief-stricken, even. But all he felt was relief. He breathed slowly, running his hand through his hair. "She's gone," he whispered to himself. "F

Sabrina's kitty jerked back in white hot need-and then she flung her head backward in ecstasy as Benedict lapped deep inside, licking all around her lips and slit so that he could get a taste for every inch of her.Sabrina stroked her hand through his thick brown hair. She loved him so much, loved what he was doing to her. She was gasping for pleasure, as she stroked one of her thick nipples under his tongue.She wanted to watch every second of the puss licking, but it was nearing too much to handle after fantasies of this particular moment on that plane. Breathless and hot, Sabrina lay back, riding wave upon wave of bliss, knowing that Benedict would be raising his eyes to look at her as she did so. He had told her often that he loved seeing her respond to him and that he always wanted to make sure that he was turning her on as much as he could.Eyes closed in ecstasy, Sabrina felt Benedict's hand reaching up her writhing body. Two strong fingers pushed gently against her lips and sh

"Ohhh, yes, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes closing as, rousing from her sleep-induced stupor, her hips caught the rhythm of my hand and began meeting it. Her velvet interior stroking against my rough hands made my cock begin to throb almost painfully, and I watched her face intently, the bliss I saw spreading over her face making me even hotter."I want to take you wherever, however, and whenever I want to, baby girl," I whispered, licking the spot I'd so roughly bitten just a moment before."At work. at home. out to dinner. in the car. I want to screw you into insensibility every time, make you crave me to the point of not knowing anything else but your lust for me. I want to plant my seed deep within that belly of yours, watch our child thicken your waist, your breasts swell with milk."She let out a wail, grasping my wrist as she arched up under me, thrumming towards her approaching orgasm. My teeth scraped her skin, and I fastened hungrily to her rigid nipple, biting gently.I wa

She showed sample wedding invitations then."Do you want it old-fashioned with gold foiling? Or modern, saying something special?"Sabrina ran her fingers over the elegant wedding invitations, loving all the details. "I want the calligraphy kind, soft floral designs, and in gold accents."Benedict smirked. "Whatever makes her happy."Sabrina looked at Eliza. "As for the guest list, we want something small and intimate—just close family and friends."Eliza nodded. "That's perfect. How many guests are you thinking?"Benedict replied, "Maybe around fifty to seventy people. We want it personal, not a grand social event."Eliza smiled. "That's a beautiful choice. A wedding should be about love, not spectacle."Sabrina's heart was warm. Everything was finally falling into place.The changing lines accurately reflect both the state's social engineering technologies and your own inner struggles. "Exactly. We don't need over the top. Just an intimate wedding with people we love."Eliza, their

Benedict sucks hard, then nips gently. it's driving me mad when he pauses and leans across my face. I draw my hand forward and cup his cheek lightly. When I've steadied a little, he asks, "Anywhere else?" I just glance at him, and he clears the cover off the bed, fully exposing my body. His right hand weaves in my hair as he comes in close for another kiss while his left hand hoists my gown. His hot palm feels wonderful against the cool air as he places it directly above my panty line. "Nowhere else? Are you sure?" he teases me. His eyes twinkle when I raise my hips in silent appeal. "Come on," he coaxes, wanting to hear me say it. His hand caresses across the crest of my pelvis, almost there! I pull his head close to my lips and kiss his ear, then whisper hotly, "Please." My tongue darts into his ear and his hips thrust forward, letting me feel that delicious hardness pressed tightly into my hip. "Mmmm, please what, pretty girl?" his hand continues in slow, lazy circles right a