All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Adrian kept stroking deep inside me, his thick cock slamming into my pussy with increasing force. Each thrust was harder, deeper, and more possessive than the last. He was no longer being gentle, he was claiming me. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin echoing loudly through the room as he fucked me harder against the wall.Faster and faster and faster.His pace became brutal, almost punishing, driving his cock into me with raw, animalistic power. Every savage thrust pushed my body harder against the cool wall, my breasts flattening painfully against the smooth surface while my cheek stayed pressed firmly to it. I could barely breathe through the overwhelming sensations , the deep stretch, the relentless pounding, and the delicious ache building inside me.His grip on my hair tightened even more, fingers twisting the makeshift bun he had created until it bordered on painful. He yanked my head back sharply, forcing my spine to arch

Adrian’s thrusting grew faster and faster, his thick cock slamming into my swollen, cum-filled pussy with relentless power. Each stroke was deeper, harder, more demanding than the last. The wet, filthy slapping sounds of his hips meeting my ass filled the living room as he fucked me with savage intensity. My body jolted beneath him on the couch, breasts bouncing wildly, my swollen pussy lips gripping and releasing his shaft with every brutal plunge.“You’re my sweet girl,” he growled possessively, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. “I want to be inside of you every single day. I want to fuck you all morning… and all night. This pussy belongs to me. Every fucking hour.”His words sent fresh shivers racing through my exhausted body. The raw ownership in his tone made my inner walls flutter and clench tightly around him. He wasn’t just fucking me , he was claiming me, reminding me exactly who I belonged to in this moment.Without warning, Adrian grabbed my legs and lifted them

I thought we were done. My body was soft and exhausted, still humming from everything we had shared. But the moment we stood under the warm cascade of the shower, Adrian’s hands gently pressed against my sore breasts. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as his palms cupped their full weight, thumbs slowly brushing over my sensitive skin.“Baby, they are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with genuine awe. “I can’t help but have them over and over again.”The way he said it , soft, hungry, and full of admiration, made something warm bloom deep inside my chest. I didn’t resist. I simply let him. My back rested against his strong chest as the warm water poured over us like a gentle rain, soothing my tired muscles while heightening every sensation.His fingers moved with slow, loving strokes, fondling my breasts with tender care. He cupped them from behind, gently squeezing and lifting, letting the slick soap and water help his hands glide smoothly over my skin. My

The name that popped up on the screen was indeed Clara’s. The bright letters stared back at me like an accusation. My stomach twisted instantly.“It’s Clara,” I called out toward the bathroom, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. I was still deeply disgusted with myself. The warm afterglow of the shower, the taste of Adrian still lingering on my tongue, the way my body had responded so eagerly to him just minutes ago , it all felt sickening now. How could I have lost myself so completely? Clara thinks her brother is some kind of saint, a perfect man who could do no wrong. If only she knew the kind of man he really was… and what I had just been doing with him while carrying all these dangerous secrets.I quickly dried my body with the towel, my movements jerky and rushed. The pleasant scent of the body wash was now mixed with the heavy, unmistakable aroma of sex that still clung to the air. I threw on my clothes as fast as I could , the fabric sticking slightly to my damp s

My hands tightened around the clothes I was holding. The fabric still smelled like us , faint traces of sweat, something warmer and more intimate, and the soft floral body wash we had shared in the shower. It clung stubbornly to the material, like the memory itself refused to fade. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as that scent wrapped around me, pulling me backward into moments I wasn’t ready to relive. I felt dirty all over again. Not just in the physical sense, but deeper, somewhere under my skin, in the quiet corners of my thoughts. Dirty for wanting him even now, when I knew what kind of people he worked with. Dirty for the way my body still responded to him, traitorous and alive, even while my mind screamed at me to run as far and as fast as I could.I shifted my weight, the room suddenly feeling too small, too heavy with everything I wasn’t saying out loud. My fingers curled tighter into the fabric, like I needed something solid to hold onto before I unraveled completely.