All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

She need his cock. she need him in her. She need him to stretch her and fill her and leave a bit of himself in her. She use her fingers to ease his boxers down, and he lifts his hips slightly so she can get them off. When they are off, he settles back in and she treated to her first glimpse of his firm member. It is just the right size, just the right width, with a glistening drop of juice at its tiny hole. She kiss her way down his stomach and, with a feather light lick across his tip, She take the salty juice. She must continue to lick the tip, licked the v beneath his prick, then circling, rubbing her tongue all over the tip just the way she know he likes it.Then she begin to suck just the head into her mouth. she squeeze her lips tightly around him, and slide forward, inch, by inch, by inch, slowly, maddeningly, until his pubic hair is tickling her nose. Then she hold her position and just suck, running her tongue up and down him and feeling how hard he is as the sensations insid

Benedict scooped her up into his arms, and she squealed. "Our wedding night."She laughed from her mouth as he walked her toward the grand entrance of their mansion. Their guests were still partying in the distance, but at that moment, it was only the two of them, walking into the rest of their lives together.And when the last fireworks illuminated the sky behind them, Sabrina Auburn Thompson knew—this was the start of their forever.The villa, inside, was even more breathtaking. There was a lavish living room with windows that went all the way up to the ceiling overlooking the sea. The bed was covered in warm candlelight, rose petals scattered all over.Sabrina laughed at Benedict with a taunting smile. "Romantic much?"He grinned, drawing her into his arms. "It's our wedding night. I thought I'd splurge."She rested her hands on his chest. "Well, Mr. Thompson, you have succeeded."His eyes flashed with something darker, something deeper. "Do you have any idea how much I love you Sa

She had chosen her outfit accordingly, thinking of all the conversations they had had about what would be under that dress, which always ended up with them making love until they both cried out in passion. She wasn't going to disappoint him.Benedict was disappointed as he lifted the satin skirt as high as it would go to reveal her entire lower body to him.....panties....he had thought she go commando for her wedding.She moaned and shifted her hips on the bed as he kissed her thighs, first outer, then teasingly, tantalisingly slowly moving to her inner thighs. She gasped as Benedict’s warm breath crept through her lace panties and warmed her hardened clit. He was so near, yet so far. Instinctively she parted her thighs to attract him to where she wanted him to be, and that’s when she heard him moan, a deep beautiful sound from the depths of his throat which conveyed his arousal and heightened hers. Of course, she thought, he's only just realised they're crotch-less."Hmmmm ..so good"

Penelope shrugged her shoulders, "As long as it comes to my doorstep."Sabrina shook her head and laughed; then she looked over at Benedict, who was already gazing intent, his face a portrait of love. He locked her fingers closely with his."Happy, Mrs. Thompson?" he whispered.Sabrina smiled just as she wove her fingers through his. "Happier than I ever could have hoped."Benedict leaned down and kisses her ever so gently. "That good, because you'll be secured this happy forever."Laughing, she wrapped him around her neck. "Forever?"He smiled. "Forever."Leila swooned. "Oh dear, they're at it again." Wendy smiled. "Let them be, after all a love as theirs is worthy of celebration." Leila chuckled, fluffing her hair. "Okay, okay, now for the mushy stuff. Who's gonna clean the chocolate disaster?" Saben covered his little chest with his hand. "Mommy! Daddy! Grandma is ruining my chef dreams!" Benedict teased his son ruffling up his hair. "But it's all about knowing how dreams are g

It began quietly enough, at least at first—Sabrina would make a passing comment about a dish she hadn't considered in years. Then it built.And now, at precisely midnight, Benedict was sleepy with half his eyes shut, in the kitchen, clinging for dear life with one hand to a jar of chocolate spread and the other wrapped around a bag of oranges.Sabrina sat on the counter, kicking her legs, clutching a half-full bowl of pasta—a bowl she'd insisted on topping with vanilla ice cream.Benedict blinked slowly, attempting to keep up. "So. let me get this straight." He waved at her bowl. "You're having pasta. with ice cream."Sabrina nodded, chewing in another satisfied bite. "Mhm."He rubbed his face. "And now, you're asking for oranges with chocolate spread on them?"She gasped dramatically. "Yes! Oh my gosh, Benedict, that's SO good."Benedict groaned, but his mouth was curved with a small smile. "Love, are you sure you're all right Sab?"Sabrina pouted. "Of course I'm all right! I'm just…