All Chapters of Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟Blake's hands slowly move up to my shoulders, caressing my skin. His biceps are strong, the details of every muscle exposed. His lips are full, making me want to kiss him and his eyes are burning with desire. There's no disgust or regret in them. Only lust.He's holding back. I can tell from the way his hands tremble against me and the way he bites his lip. He rests his hands on my breasts, gently tracing my nipples through my bra. A heavy breath escapes me as I shudder from his touch.He groans and slides the lace down to fully expose my breasts. His hands rest softly against the ruched fabric, his fingertips scraping against my bare skin. "Fuck," he breathes. His places his hands on my hips and pulls me into him, kissing me. My hard peaks rub against his chest, sending the most delicious sensations through me.His lips are soft as they move against mine, his tongue teasing me with the perfect amount of pressure. FuckMy hands entwine in his hair as we're finally skin

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I'm spent. Completely and utterly spent. Yeah, she's fire. I glance over at the woman who'd wrung me dry for hours. Her pussy is sweet. The sweetest. The tightest. I gulp. I've never had someone so tight. It was about as tight as an angry fist. I had to put more effort into thrusting. Her pussy pushed hard against me, almost fighting my attempts to pleasure her. I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. I rest my head on the pillow and stare up at the ceiling, sucking in a deep breath. I settle into the mattress, resting an arm behind my head. I don't even know what time it is but considering how exhausted I am, it's been hours. I don't want to look at the time, wanting to stay in this night for as long as possible. Holding a woman who didn't despise me, a woman who, for all her sarcastic wit, was sweet. Submissive too. Something that I've secretly wanted for years but something I rarely experienced. Most of the women I'd ever been with were demanding or dead. Or more

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ I look Blake over, studying the curve of his lips and how perfectly shaped his jaw is. He's friggin beautiful. I don't meet his level. No way in hell we're even on the same page. He's not going to be happy when he wakes up and it's better to leave before he does. I gently pull his hand off of me and gingerly place it on the open area of mattress between us as I carefully start scooting back on the bed. I keep my eyes on him as I extricate myself from the blanket and sheets my leg is wrapped around. I slide back, making sure I don't shake the mattress at all. He suddenly moves, his hand reaching up to his face. I freeze, anticipation and dread running through me. No no no he can't wake up now! I hold my breath, willing him to not wake up. I watch every movement, ready to counteract any motion he may make. He tucks the hand under his head before his head drops back slightly and his movements cease. My feet finally touch the floor and I immediately start scrounging

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ The warm sunlight hits my face, making me squint against it. I pull the pillow from behind my head and cover my face with it, hoping that maybe I'll be able to get a little more sleep. A face crosses my mind... Dark hair, a beautiful smile... My eyes pop open. Winter... I roll over to see a mound under the blankets on the other side of the king sized bed. A smile curves the corner of my lips. She's cute. She stole the entire blanket and curled up in the corner like a damn squirrel. "Hey, beautiful..." My voice is raspy. "Winter..." She doesn't move. I chuckle. She must be a heavy sleeper. "Good morning, gorgeous..." I reach over to shake her awake but end up pushing the blanket into the mattress instead. My heart sinks like the blanket. Uhhh... Well... maybe she's in the bathroom. I stretch out before throwing the sheets off me and sitting on the edge of the bed, naked as a jaybird. I probably need a shower. Maybe with Winter. The image of me pounding he

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ Lewis leans against the door frame, his lanky figure standing out against the dim light of the room behind him. He shoots me a fake smile, Cheshire Cat style. "Win... how nice of you to drop by..." I press my lips into a line to keep from lashing out. Dropping by, my ass. It was my room, numbnuts. Lewis had been the end all, be all for me at some point. I don't know why. Maybe I was desperate. Maybe I just like the idea of being with someone because it seemed to be better than being alone. So fucking naive. Now I'm staring at the biggest mistake of my life. His smile spreads, smugness written all over his face. "I was wondering when you'd show up." His eyes sweep over me. "I'm assuming you want to join us?" he smirks. Oh, he wants to play that? "Noooo... I wouldn't DREAM of it." I shoot him my own grin. "I'm not much for collecting STIs." Anger suddenly flashes in his eyes. I shrug at him. "I mean... any girl who'll cheat, especially with someone like y