Semua Bab Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Bab 81 - Bab 90

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟The warm pillow under me shifts slightly. My brows furrow. Where the hell is it going? I nuzzle into it, the soft cotton comforting on my cheeks. The pillow pulls me into it and I happily rest against it until I feel myself dozing off. There's quiet laughter before something soft brushes my forehead. The blanket is tucked around me and a cool pillow replaces the warm one. There's just something about a cool pillow that makes me so damn sleepy. I curl around the pillow just as the mattress dips. I'm so friggin tired and it's not long before I fall back into the most peaceful sleep.~~~~~The sounds of quiet typing and mumbled conversation slowly pull me from my dream of prime rib and mashed potatoes. The gravy is amazing. I'm a little miffed at waking to the realization that it's not real and the delicious flavor no longer exists on my tongue.My eyes pop open and I stare up at the ceiling, a scowl starting on my face. Now all I can think of is mashed potatoes. Is that

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟How am I so bad at this when I do this for a living?!I growl at my ineptness, completely frustrated. I can't get all my facts straight.Yeah, we planned out the day, personal family info, some other stuff. We got everything together. Didn't I? Didn't we? We did, right?From what I'm seeing, not to my satisfaction. There are boons to being overly detailed. Then sometimes it feels like a curse. I always feel like I'm missing something.I line up two lists beside each other: his and mine. Personal information. Basics. Name, jobs, hobbies, school info, basic family relationships, friends, coworkers bladeeblah...I lean over the table, planting one palm on one of the only empty spots on it. My other hand hovers over the two lists, my fingers tracing the different numbers. My lips move as I compare the info.There's something off in the order of the words and I tilt my head to the side. I rack my brain to try to figure it out but I think Blake has broken my brain. It final

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟God, she smells good. Winter's soft under my hands and the way she's squirming tells me she's already soaked. Her lips move fiercely, her hand in my hair and pulling me into her like she's trying to devour me. Maybe she is.I think at this point, we've both chosen to ignore the discomfort we both have from overusing our nether regions. I didn't lie to her. I already think she's sexy as hell but the fact that she's older than me is an instant turn on. I've never been with an older woman. Well, not like this. Not with this age gap. It surprises the hell out of me that she's in her thirties. She looks like she's younger than me. A lot of stuff is making sense now, like puzzle pieces falling into place. How she's not easily impressed by me and the social media thing. That in itself should've tipped me off. She's mature in all the right ways. Including... I grip onto her hips, loving how they give in to my touch. She's got this full figure that's still small enough to wra

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I can't take it anymore. She's sexy as hell, begging me, giving herself to me. She's panting before me, offering her ass to me. I rub my hand over her ass, caressing her skin. Winter's dripping. She's fucking dripping for me. I grip my shaft and rub my head over her soaked entrance, groaning at her heat. She's hot, a furnace of desire ready to consume me.Her feet are barely touching the ground, leaving her open to my advances. Control.One of my biggest vices. I need it. I need her at my full mercy. And she's giving it to me. I shudder behind her, the sight driving me forward. Every curve for my view only, for my use. I push the broad head of my cock into her dripping entrance. My head drops back at the sensation. She's always so fucking tight. She's so wet that my cock could slide right in but so tight that her pussy is almost fighting my entrance. I've never cum so hard with any other woman. She basically chokes my cock when I fuck her and I'm addicted to it. Her

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟"What about this one?" Blake holds up another dress, a beautiful green number, something flowy but with spaghetti straps. I nibble on my lip, my fingers spinning the heavy ring around on my finger. I'm getting used to it. It's working better than I thought as a replacement for the finger snapping, at least on my left hand. "I don't know," I finally admit. "It's kinda..." I motion at the straps while trying to avoid poking the seamstresses that surround me in the eyes. The boutique is the first place we stopped. Once the outfit is picked, we're going to get a bite to eat. After that, the makeover and whatever else Blake has planned. Blake rolls his eyes. "You look beautiful in everything. But then again..." He spins the dress around and takes a good look at it before scowling at it like it had just offended him. "I don't know if I want anyone else to see you like this."Before I can answer, he's strolling back to the rack of super fancy dresses and making room to put t