Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (free ebook novel TXT) 📗

The One You Can't Love,

Julie's POV,

“But now I think I am going to eat you.” The glass from his hand fell on the thickly carpeted floor of the car while he effortless had my bosoms out of my dress. I shivered as a chill ran over my body with his fingers pulling my body to him. His eyes seemed dark when he pulled away to look at my mouth. I knew I should have never bought this revealing dress when he pulled my hair down and had his teeth sinking and sucking my flesh already.

I inhaled deeply before pushing his shoulders as I blinked hissing under the impact of his impatient mouth and hands. I could swear no one can get used to this. My body arched when he took his mouth down to lick my nipple before taking it in his mouth.

I held his head with my trembling fingers and inhaled looking up. My breath hitched while I recalled how rough he was the last night. I started taking deep breaths. And, couldn’t help saying when he started pulling my dress more. “Matteo…Sir! We…we are in the car.” I trailed off when he held my waist tighter as he sucked my nipple very audibly now.

“Fuck!” He pulled away to spread his legs and pulled down his zipper before holding my arm. Following his gesture, I came down with my cheeks heated.

“Take us to the Gables…” He said on the phone looking at me. “Come on, we have an hour for ourselves.” His fingers on my chin pulled my mouth closer to him. “…you better be good this time. You know…today was such a great one for me.” He grazed his thumb over my mouth. I had my stomach in knots and hands sweating while he stroked his huge length. I recalled the last night and what that did to me.

“Come here,…I will teach you.” I was static when he held my head. I took deep breaths looking at that huge head that had some pre-cum leaking and had my mouth dried with fear or what I don’t know. But I was scared of making a mistake. He pulled my head closer to him making me part my mouth a little to take his crown in between my lips.

“Fuck,” He got up a little to take more of him in but growled. “Use your tongue.” I don’t know why he was hot. Hot enough to burn my mouth. His male scent was thick. And, the moment my tongue touched him a certain salty taste enveloped me.

“Now…slowly go…go deeper ok?” He was now leaning in his seat but his hand at the back of my head was confusing me.

“Fucking do it!” He said and I inhaled deeply before sucking his crown. His groan resonated in the whole car.

“Fuck…fuck…you feel so sweet.” He said pushing my head down making my mouth taking more of his broad girth. I could feel veins on his bulge. I blinked when I felt him growing inside my mouth. And, the moment he straightened making me aware of his gaze on me made me all so conscious.

“Woman? Just focus on breathing.” I don’t know why he said it because I was breathing perfectly fine. But I gasped when he pushed me down hitting the back of my throat. I only held his sturdy thighs. My eyes were welled while he continued shoving and cursing.

“Take it,” He cursed while my throat started hurting in a few and my mouth seemed to go numb when I took my hand up to fist his shirt. I pulled his shirt with all my strength to hang on there and felt his shoves going harder before he became slow. I was sickened when I felt him shooting in my throat.

I tried to get back but he held me before hissing. “Stay…” I held his thigh and the moment I felt his hand off I tried to get away but his arm effortlessly came around my waist before picking me up to him. I was shivering, coughing, and trembling when he held my back to his chest.

He had my waist secured between his thighs. It was only when my whimpers toned down I felt his hands roaming over my body.

“It was better but believe me…I didn’t enjoy it…you can feel it right. It’s still so hard.” I looked over my shoulder to see him.

“What…” My throat was paining and my mouth was sticky. I was feeling nauseated. “…else do you want?” I completed my sentence and was on the verge of breaking down.

“I…I didn’t feel loved? You didn’t make me feel special…it was as if I was forcing you…” I got my hand over his hand kneading my breast with more force.

“Sir?” I started cautiously, “…I don’t feel loved in your arms too.” I told him holding his hand thinking I can make him easy. I don’t know why I was telling him this. I knew it won’t change anything. But my question made him stare at me. “But…it is never about you.” He replied after a few seconds.

“…or…my little virgin wants to be loved,…” He took his mouth over my ear before tugging it with his teeth.

“…do you want me to love you?”

I don’t know if I was expecting him to love me. But I didn’t love him and the way he treats my body was sure making me detest him now. I used to be scared of his hands but now it seems that I would do anything to stay away from them. I hated his hands, his face, and his voice. For any woman, he might be the most charming person but I would give anything to stay away from him.

“Tell me, Julie, do you want me to love you?” His hot breaths on my ear made me blink while I held his hands tighter that refuse to go easy on me.

I wonder why I was taking it all. I wonder why I was staying. Just because I don’t think that putting a reason that my husband asks for too much sex is reasonable. Fine…I will never tell this anybody. I will only say it was because of personal differences. I won’t care if my whole life people would call me a fool for leaving a husband this established. It was far better than holding these hands that no matter how hard I pull don’t come off. I held his hands pinching my nipples now.

I took a deep breath feeling his hot mouth over my neck as he was relaxing. I want a divorce. The words were at the tip of my tongue. But then my first morning came in front of me when these words got him mad. I wonder why he could talk about separation so openly and I can’t.

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