Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

“AAAHH!!”

“A MAN IS TOUCHING MY BREASTS!”

When I wake up, I expect to find my bed, my room, the apartment I have with my boyfriend, however what I end up seeing is a very high glass wall with an exit to an outdoor pool that leaves me speechless with how beautiful it is. I want to go out to take a dip in the sunlight that bathes the city in a phenomenal clear morning sky, however, my attention is captured by the image in front of me.

It's Leonardo Ferrari himself who tells me to shut up with a kiss on the mouth while playing with my breasts! He squeezes them as if they were ripe juices ready to be squeezed, he licks my mouth, sticks his tongue exploring everything inside me, luckily I still have the liquor taste from last night and he hasn't had time for something like the so-called and terrifying “morning breath”. He, however, has been cautious about brushing his teeth since it tastes like mint.

His huge arms wrap around me as he continues his breakfast kisses and I don't have time to shake him off as my head is occupied by a single very sensory thought. His cock that remains very hard pressing against my crotch.

My breath stops when I feel it, or perhaps it is snatched from me with the violence of his kisses, although I try to go to another dimension, I only manage to realize how much his kisses ignite me like living fuel ready to consume me completely and engulf me in flames

I feel levitated when one of his fingers is anchored to my clitoris, outlining circular movements in massages below my pelvic area, entering my core as if marking a question mark in search of my most sensory point when... Our Father who you are in heaven! Wonderful.

“Le…Leo…”

A kiss cuts my word when I try to whimper his name as a sign that we should stop, we have to stop, I have a boyfriend, I'm engaged, I'm throwing away about seven years of relationship. This is not good at all!

"Shhh," he stops me. “I like that you say my name in diminutive, sweetie. ‘Leo’ and nothing else for you.”

"B...But..."

Then I watch his disheveled dark brown hair descend as he marks kisses around my lips, at the corners, past my chin, reaching my neck where I am snatched away by a ragged moan at the sensitivity that invades me.

"A-Ah!"

And he continues marking his unique path until he reaches the valley of my breasts where he sucks my nipples like a thirsty man trying to drink, he continues sucking and licking while I watch him terribly excited.

My hands try to hold on to his neatly disheveled hair (it's that this man doesn't even stop being a sex bomb after sleeping) to which he doesn't allow me since he quickly grabs onto my wrists and leaves them nailed to the mattress as if only he had the right to enjoy.

I don't have time to object against him since I soon feel a whirlwind of sensations flooding my interior and it's that his chin continues its way down scraping my pubis with his chin and...

“Heavens!”

I can't contain the word that is unleashed as if it were a kind of prayer or request.

From his part, I get a satisfied grunt. His voice from down there emits a vibration in my entire body that goes deep even in my heart.

“What's wrong, baby?” he asks me. “Do you feel at a disadvantage, Cenerentola (Cinderella)?... What do you want, huh?”