Lahat ng Kabanata ng Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟Winter drops her head back and groans. Her arms are wrapped tightly around me, her nails digging into my back through my shirt. The room seems to be filled with steam, the heat between us rising. She’s unbearably tempting, the way she responds driving me wild. She’s got her legs so tight around my waist that I’m pretty sure she's about to cut off my circulation. But I don't care.“Blake,” she whimpers, her voice full of absolute desperation. “Please… I’m going to…”I grind against her, pressing hard against her clit, knowing that it’s going to drive her crazy. Every one of her curves melds to the hardness of my body, making me more determined to satiate her hunger, though I know that’s almost impossible. She’s the most insatiable woman I’ve ever been with, her arousal always sending mine spiraling. “BLAKE!” she cries out, her breaths coming in short gasps. Her heart is beating like a drumroll, her head dropped back, baring that exquisite neck to my visions. There are shar

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I groan as I strip her of every bit of clothing; quickly, methodically. I have no patience for teasing her, not tonight.I’m too hot, she’s too beautiful and the thought of her with water running over her flawless skin is too tempting.“Fuck, baby…” I run my hands over her body, amazed by her softness. I love that she’s got enough to grab. Love handles are love handles for a reason and I don’t mind one bit that she’s got them. It just makes her more tempting. Grabbing them while taking her from the back is sexy as fuck. Hell, taking her from any position is hot. Memories of the night I took her over the table flood my mind. The way she’d given herself to me, how the flesh of her hips gave in to my fingers, creating the perfect fuck handle to take her as hard as I wanted. I meet her gaze, feeling my cock twitch as I see the smolder in those eyes. She never ceases to amaze me; the way a look turns me into a sex crazed nympho.I reach over and turn the shower handle. A cas

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I try to catch my breath as I walk across the soft carpet of the bedroom with only one goal in mind.I’m going to fuck her brains out.The way Winter responds to me, just…I have to bite on my lip to keep from groaning. I tear through the top drawer, nearly wrenching it off its tracks in my haste.Condoms, condoms, where the fu…The half empty box of condoms seems to wink at me from under the pile of random bits and pieces.I snatch the box up, dumping its contents into my hand before tossing the box towards the trash can. I don’t bother checking to see if I actually got it in, marching straight back into the now steam filled restroom. The sound of the rain showerhead is soothing but it also makes everything feel a little wild. All I would need is some bird sounds and it would be the background track of a rainforest. I carefully shut the door to the bathroom, not wanting to accidentally send a breeze into the shower. I don’t like thinking about Winter shivering. Although…

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I groan as her scent permeates my senses. She always smells divine. My dick jumps against her and she lets out a gasp that turns into a long, drawn out moan. She jerks against my grip, the grip that’s restraining her, keeping her at my mercy. I’m going to subject her to my very whim. I can tell that she’s soaked. That’s not water between her legs. It’s those sweet juices that I crave when I’m not touching her. Even with how badly I want to taste her, I need to take care of this insane hard on. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so turned on. I mean, she turns me on, no doubt, but to be turned on to where my dick is pulsating like this?Never. Not even with Ashlyn, who had what’s considered the “perfect body.” I kiss along Winter’s shoulder, slowly, precisely, treating her with the passion she deserves. I really don’t understand the obsession with uber thin women. Winter’s got the perfect body. Soft and filled with curves, enough to grab. I love that her bones don’t jut ou

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟My eyes scan the near stack of DMs that Ashlynn had the nerve to send to Blake. I’m positively steaming on the inside wanting nothing more than to teach her a lesson. It wouldn’t be hard. She’s definitely taller than me, the top of her head reaching Blake’s ears while my head barely reaches his shoulder. But I’m definitely bigger than her. I mean, I think most people are. She’s this skinny twig. I’m shorter, with more muscle, more strength, more skill than she can think of. I don’t want to go to prison though. Jail neither. Doesn't sound fun. Of course, I could just kill her and dump her body but that’s too much work.The list of fake apologies and lies and excuses makes my stomach churn. It’s the same fucking thing over and over and over again.‘I still love you.’‘I miss you.’‘We were so good together.’‘It was a misunderstanding.’ And blahdy blahdy frickin blah. I chew on my cheek, needing a distraction. I’m looking for ammo. Something I can use to torture her.