บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

"Cum, pretty girl. Do you like riding my hard cock? You do, don't you? I want to feel you cum on my cock." His fingers on my nipple become more forceful. "How is it? Let me know how much you want my cock inside you." I moan louder and my thrusts become more urgent. His hands reach my hips to stabilize me."Play with your breasts for me. I want to see you pleasure yourself. Make yourself cum for me." My hands roam to my breasts and I fondle them tenderly while Benedict sits there watching. My fingers find the nipples and rotate them in my hands, forward and backward motion, until increasing the pressure to a considerable sharpness. This is as if the noise of my body had reached an unbelievable level when feeling a deep rolling pleasure. I start grinding my hips into his furiously, feeling the orgasm wash over me.A deep, warm lethargic feeling seeps into my bones as I lower myself down onto Benedict's chest. I place little kisses all over while I let him feel the involuntary orgasmic

He nodded. "Back when everything was crazy, I used to come here sometimes to think. And all I could think of was you, making you mine in every possible way. I would see myself standing right here, waiting for you, when you were to walk down that aisle promising love for evermore."The girl's eyes welled with tears.He fished a small box out from his pocket, opened it and revealed the loveliest of gold bangles."I know we already have rings, but I wanted to give you something else - something that speaks of how much I love you every day."Sabrina brought her hand over her mouth. Emotion filled her. "Benedict… it is beautiful."He buckled it around her wrist. His lips landed softly inside her palm. "Just like you."The tears fell along her cheeks but were joyful - the tears of a woman who found everything she had ever dreamt.She flung her arms around his neck, holding him tight. "I love you so much."Benedict wound his arms about her, whispering softly into her hair. "And I'll spend th

Penelope burst out laughing. Tears flowed as she gushed, "I swear this will be the most entertaining wedding ever."The city lights twinkled like fallen stars and a cool breeze wrapped them like an embrace from the other side of existence. Here, on the balcony, the world was quiet. It seemed as if time slowed down just for them.Sabrina snuggled into the chest of Benedict, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek. "Not wedding time again already," she groaned.Benedict held her tighter in his embrace, his chin settled against her shoulder. "Scared?"No, not a bit of that. She knew exactly where she was and precisely what was expected of her.He turned her about, encasing her face in his palms, and his warm blue eyes searched hers. "You're everything I never knew I needed, Sabrina. And I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret choosing me."Rivulets of tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart filled with love for this perfect man. "I never will, Ben

She hummed contentedly and rolled onto her belly to him. He ran his hand down her back slowly, keeping time with the happy noises she was making. He let his hand slide farther down, along the curve of her firm, soft butt, down the backside of her thighs, and back up. Then back down again, small of her back, her butt cheek, down, down, his fingertips teasingly near her vulva; a quiet moan slipped out of her and she canted her ass into his hand, urging his fingers to go further.His chest deepened the breaths in his lungs and his pulse jumped. He lightly brushed his fingers over her bottom lips and retracted his hand, tracing across her butt cheek up her spine, caressing her neck then wandered to the side of her body over top of the lump of boob pushing out under the material.Her head turned toward him, and she looked up into his eyes, certainly more awake now than before. He gave her a hint of a smile, too exhausted and horny for more. "You wanted me on my back." It was a statement.T

He stopped, the burden of his emotions crushing him down. "I thought—"He sucked in a deep breath and tried to ruffle his hair. "I don't know what I thought."Sabrina looked at him for a moment, then motioned toward the house. "Come inside."Morales frowned. "Why would I?""Because standing outside in the dark like a villain from a soap opera isn't helping anyone," she said dryly. "And because… I think you need closure."He laughed, a bitter sound. "Closure? My sister is dead, Sabrina."Her eyes didn't blink. "I know. And I also know that holding onto this anger won't bring her back."Morales clenched his fists. He did not want to hear this. He wanted to hold onto the anger. Anger against the Thompsons, against Benedict, against the world that continued living and seemed to forget Clara was buried underground.But deep down… he knew she was right.The inside of the house was hot and cozy, but Morales was like a burglar.Teresa eyed him warily, Wendy remained composed but observant, an