Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 90

She smirks while dragging her dress down completely.

She knows I don't like clothes on her body when she pleases me. I want to see her naked when her skilful tongue touches my cock.

Her dress fell down the moment she opened her zip, and now she stood in front of me only in her red thong.

My cock painfully twitched at the view in front of me.

Did I miss this? Hell, yes, I miss every bit. I miss her. Though she is toxic, I still miss her.

She was still wearing her red heel, looking fully seductive, and she walked to me.

She is such a vixen.

My vixen. At Least for tonight.

I lay my back on the couch while my hands were reading on the hand rest, and I looked at her while she walked to me with slow yet steady steps. The mild light was already making the view alluring, and I gulped to grease my dry throat.

We never broke the lock of our eyes, and she sat gracefully on the floor, and she came up to open my belt.

Clicking sounds showed the belt was open, and the zoop sound told me she opened the zip of my dress pants.

I felt her finger tug at my pants with my boxer, and I knew she wanted to drag them down, so I pulled myself up a little so she could take them off, which she did the moment she got the excess.

She pulled them down to my knee, but I knew she wasn't satisfied, so she removed my shoe in one go and my socks in another and pulled them down to the floor.

I wasn't helping her, as I was completely lost at the moment.

Right now, she is not someone I used to hate. She is not someone who deceives me. She was not someone who broke my heart.

Right now, she is the person who always loves to please me. I always used to think about my happiness before her, and right now I am facing the same girl.

But again, can I forget the fact that she is the same girl who deceived me? No, I can't. I just can't.

Her finger found my length, and she secured my shaft in her palm next. I felt her wet, yet warm, mouth. She swirled her tongue, and my head fell back, feeling the menace of pleasure after years.

She kept working on her expertise, and I was already flying high in the sky. She did not look up, as she was way too busy licking and sucking, and I was close, but I didn't want to come into her mouth.

I held her hair, pushed her back, and got up while she did too. Giving her no chance to think, I lift her on my shoulder, knowing that she weighs nothing anyway, and walk towards the bedroom and throw her on the bed. Her small body bounced on the fluffy bed, but I started her because now I am too eager to have her.

Ripping her only clothes off her body, I took my position. I pushed myself in, and I heard a painful whimper from her, but I ignored it as I knew it was not her first time, but gosh, she is tight.

She was always tight.

My shaft clinched while I was moving inside, and I felt mild pain, but the pleasure was more than the pain I was feeling.

I started pumping in and out like there was no tomorrow.

I could see she had come twice already, but I don't know why I am not done yet. I want more.

My palms again found her not-so-small plumps, and finally, I came hard with a grunt.

We were both huffing and sweating shit, but the feeling coming inside her was ultimate.

I looked down and saw her eyes getting heavy.

Can I let go of this chance of having her beneath me so easily?

Nope!

I took her a few more times, and every time it was better than before.

Today, my strength surprised me.

I looked down again, and she was again huffing. I looked down when I finally took my cock out of her and noticed the bedsheet was a complete dump of our juices.

I wanted to change the bedsheet, but she looked way too tired to get up, so getting up from the bed, I walked towards the washroom and got the fresh towel.

Pushing her aside a little, I spread the towel there, lay back on my bed again, and looked at her not-so-innocent face.

I still wonder when my sweet, innocent, and bubbly Sam became this vile human.