LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

*MATURE CONTENT*

Our hands are all over our bodies as Andy kicks the door of this hotel room shut. I don’t know how or when he concocted for this but…”Ooh..” A moan bypasses my lips as he slinks his hand under my dress, his fingers nipping my hard nipples.

I flex my chest to him, granting him ample access due to my dreadful desires.

We haven’t done this in weeks. To hell with that fucking agreement we made to abstain until our wedding night.

A lot has ensued that thwarted our desires during these past few days, and I understand, but now, now I yearn to fuck him all this freaking day long. I want his glorious cock to spend the entire day massaging my walls, and spend the night inside me if possible.

Damn! It’s been so fucking long since I felt his cock vibrating in my groin.

I twitch with ecstasy as his fingers pinch my hard nipples hard, and another whimper of glory escapes my lips. As if that was a victory call to him, he squeezes the nipples more harder, twisting them, giving me a very painfully sweet sensation. I nibble my lower lip to curb another moan from escaping, wrapping one leg around his waist, and pressing my front hard on the hard rock between his legs.

“I want to pleasure you with my mouth, master.” I tease, my lustful eyes boring into his dark ones.

“No, little naughty slave. I will do as I please, and you,” he pinches my nipples harder, making me shut my eyes as the sensation sends jolts of fire down my spine, “are going to shut this little dirty mouth until I say it’s your turn.””But..”

In a blink, my dress is being flung on the floor together with my undies.

“Sshh… That is your punishment for being so naughty and rebellious. Hands above your head.”I do not quite comprehend the name of this steamy hot madness in his head, but it’s turning me so dangerously on. I am fucking wet and yet he hasn’t touched me. The way his hungry eyes are devouring my nude body, worshipping the sight before him is mind-charming.

“But, Andy, …”

“Hands above your head. NOW!” His dominant silver voice echoes, giving no room for defiance.

I do as commanded, and he pins my hands above my head on the wall with one hand, the other one trailing down my belly and halting on my pot of honey.

I close my eyes to the pleasure as his wet mouth captures my right nipple, while his middle finger dives into my vagina, thrusting slowly at first in a consistent rhythm, drawing me into more pleasure with every thrust. He bites my nipple slowly, pulling it a little between his teeth.

“Aa… Ah… Ooh!”

I moan as he savagely fingers me, and I clench my walls tight to lock his finger inside me. He is thrusting in faster and harder, and wait, that’s not just one finger.

My walls are disintegrating due to pleasure building inside. I can’t contain it. My lower belly aches really bad. The orgasm is coming in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I close my eyes ready for release. The mind-blowing orgasm.

He abandons my breasts to concentrate on my facial expressions. I can feel the flames of fire emanating from his eyes burning my face, sending jolts of sweat down my neck. He sucks it, licking my neck countless times.

“An.. A.. nd.. y..”

“MASTER!” He groans like a hungry infuriated lion in heat.

“Mast.. O…! Ooh! I… I am…” I don’t know what I was stammering, but I stop with a letdown when he slows down.

“Don’t you dare cum now, you hear?” He strictly warns, making me open my eyes to meet his beastly ones.

He is like a beast. This blazing dark demeanour with lust is making him appear like a vicious devil. I have never seen this look before. I have never encountered this beast before me. Not even the previous times we have made love. It’s like he is possessed. Like a spirit is controlling him.

He is not even blinking as he picks up his pace fingering me again faster and harder, his gaze on me. The fear of the beast before me and the pleasure of the heat of the magic of his finger inside me makes me close my eyes.

In no time, I am at the edge again, my walls crumbling down and I can’t help it this time around.

“An..” I was so late to even moan his name. I let out, and he stops again, pulling out his finger roughly, making me whimper.

I open my eyes, and I am greeted by his middle finger being the only thing separating our faces, dripping wet with my juice.

“You broke the rule!” The beast in him states, his words exuding danger.

I tense.

Rule? What rule?

He licks the colourless liquid dripping down his figures until it’s all dried up, and I am enthralled by how his Adam’s apple now to the sweet taste of my cum as he pushes it down his throat.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“You were not supposed to cum.” He states again as he resumes moulding my breasts one at a time.

How can I not cum after that heavenly feeling? He has never asked me not to do that before. I always cum whenever I feel like and he has never complained.

“We will do this again one more time and, don’t you dare fucking cum until I say so. Okay?” He queries as his hand starts its way down again, thrusting two fingers at once without warning.

I jump to that ecstasy as he picks up his pace at once, thrusting with all the might and strength in him, hitting a very soft spot inside. I begin closing my eyes, but he orders me not to.

“Look at me!” He says, and I obey. “You can not cum, alright?””Yes.” I hum, struggling to keep my gaze at him albeit the threatening pleasure.

“Will you disobey me again?”

“Ooh… No.” I shout between the uncontrollably loud moans.

He hits my G-spot, and pauses there, pressing on it.

“No, who?”

“No, master!” I groan between greeted teeth.

“Will you run away from me again?”

His fingers are still parked hard on that spot, his eyes scanning mine.

“No, master.”

He thrusts slowly three times and then speeds up.

I am a hysterical moaning mess. My eyes closed on their own seconds ago, savouring the beauty of this steamy moment. My whole body is trembling, swimming in this fire that is mercilessly consuming me. I have no doubt he can count my loud and fast heartbeats. I am burning, burning with pleasure and more desire. I am on cloud nine. Nothing matters, nothing exists but us and this mind-blowing moment. Everything else seems to be at a standstill.

“Andy… mas.. master! Ooh!”

“Cum for me now! Cum for Andy.” He orders, the warmth of his words caressing my face, coaxing me to obey his command.

“Aaah… Ooh… Aaah… Andy! Andy!” I let go at the exact moment I feel tears running down my cheeks.

What the…

He pulls out, and lets go of my hands. They are so painful that I have to drop them slowly and carefully. My wrists are aching, and my eyes drop to them when I manage to bring them between us. My wrists are swollen, and the marks of his fingers are so evident.

He follows my gaze, and his eyes close at the sight of my wrists. “I hurt you!” He says, still closing his eyes.

Didn’t he know what he was doing?

“I’m sorry. Sorry, baby.” He pulls me in his arms, wrapping me tightly in them. “Sorry.” He whispers behind my ear.

I rest on his shoulder, and I let tears drop feely, closing my eyes to reminisce about what just transpired.

Is there a side of him that I don’t know yet? Or is this a part of sex that I didn’t know yet?