Chapter 85 Billionaire's Lies

• She looked up at him, licking her lips, and smiled. His eyes were still closed in concentration, so she stood and grabbed his hand, pulling him to where their bed awaited. Finally, finally, they had arrived. No guests, no neighbours, no stairs.
• They undressed each other in a hurry, and she lay down, spread her knees, and pulled her legs back. He licked and lapped at her with more passion than he had on the stairs; and he had more room between her thighs now that she was lying back, able to open herself up more fully so that he could make sure no millimetre of her pussy was neglected. She grasped his hands with her own as they clasped her ass, squeezing him, and then pulling gently toward her chest.
• Benedict didn't need a more direct hint; he rose up and lined his cock up with her soaking entrance, then plunged in. She cried out, and he grunted; he slid into her and she raised her hips; he leaned forward to kiss one breast, and she squeezed and lifted it toward his eager mouth. His lips still glistened and glistened with her juices as he nibbled gently at the nipples, then raised his head and put his hands to either side of her shaking body. Clara knew what was coming next, and then it did: he pounded her hard, as if to drive her back through the headboard. Each thrust of his hips was a forceful foreshock that rippled through her, sending shockwaves from her pussy through her whole body, finally escaping as heat through every flushed pore in her skin. It wasn't going to take him much longer to make her come, lying here on the San Andreas Fault, and their movement together was going to tear it up...