Billionaire Wife’s Revenge.

s breathless between this stranger's lips and she kept on her mask. Her hands pressed into his strong ches

nto her neck and those hands fell limp across his back. Wrapping it around his nec

lips into hers, slowly bringing her to the bed. His hands hooked her waist before he tugged her dress up

d Leonardo. And the entire world to be precise. Her back arched as he raised her closer to him, the moment her eyes rolled to the back of her head, it felt like reve

w sensitive he felt and he drew circles inside of her, each consecutive one more intense than the last. One hand

hat were supposed to be a gift to Leon

as obl

she was sure she was about to come the next second. With her thighs clenching his temples, he suddenly let

om, ripping the foil between his teeth. And she waited impatiently with trembling legs. He felt her folds with his callous fingers, bringing himself cl

onder he was

her ling brunette hair around his fingers and gripping her head. He turned his heavenward as he groaned in rhythm with hers. She quivere

ck

his manhood. They both became louder as they neared climax. It had been ages sinc

the silhouette across the walls as Patricia's moans intensified. He was like a god, and even fucked like one. Hell, she

e lube as she thru

of his seed as he grunted. And she fell into the bed, regretfully not cumming before him. The man stood with just a feet at the edge of the

own at her with a che

d he jumped off, reaching for his cargo pants across the floor. "What?" He heaved, a

oing the same

of the best one night stands. "And i'll give a four" He gritted through his teeth, an obvious sarcasm to soothe his bruised ego. "Your panting begs

o the door before throwing her one last look. Patricia sat there, with a knee higher than the other as

s cologne alongsid

ay and he paused in his steps. Without uttering another word, he left his room for her, closing the door right behind

s on the ground but i

memory within her. Reluctantly, she picked it up, assuming that it could either belong to him or one of the girls he brought back here each night.

hen she realized it might have been with Jacqueline, she brou

k of shame, was one done in torn clothes. Running her han

contin