The billionaire' Chapter 31: Iris: Bed chem

Chapter 31: Iris: Bed chem

MY THROAT is about to rip. Lucas has

choking, pumping inside my mouth faster in a more desperate motion than before.

He tried holding himself in, but when I thrust him deeper into my mouth, he couldn’t help but swerve his hips. Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he tilts his head, licking his lips as low deep breaths escape his slightly parted lips.

"Iris!"

I grab a fistful of his balls, playing with them and he groans louder, sitting himself closer to my head. Placing my palm on his elbow, I push him back to the sofa, pulling him out of my mouth before licking and sucking the tip of his dick.

"Baby," his voice cos out hoarse, desperate and demanding. I take a peek at him, a ss of pleasure he is. He is grabbing a fistful of his hair whilst pulling mine into a ponytail, muscles flinching every ti I go down on him.

"I’m about cum," he flinches, brushing a strand of hair off my face. Placing my hands on his thighs, I go deeper, tears threatening to co out when he hits the base of my throat. It’s sloppy and he’s too big for my mouth, but I want to see him turn to mush in my hands.

I want to give him sothing to rember

by.

He grows slightly bigger in my mouth, pulsating when I swerve my tongue on his tip. "Iris!" It cos out as a warning and before I know it, he’s calling my na and saying our expletives, pumping harder in my mouth. By the ti he’s done, his head is tipped back, hands still in my hair.

I’m busy thinking he needs ti to collect himself when he picks

from the floor onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and placing a hand under my lips.

"Spit it," he commands and I do as he says, his cum flowing out from my mouth like a sticky waterfall.

His pupils dilate, eyes on my lips as they empty his load on his hand. "Fuck, this is such a turn-on, you’re so sexy."

"Then fuck

like I’m sexy.

"You bet I will." Flipping us around, he gropes my ass, pulling off my silk pajama shorts. I tip my hips up, letting him drag all the cloth off

until only my swollen clit is in show.

Clit. Such a civil term and yet I can’t help but call it that.

Next cos my shirt. Lucas doesn’t waste ti trying to be gentle, he rips the damn buttons off, applying the sa care to my bra and lying

back on the couch. "I’ll buy you more expensive ones tomorrow," he coos, leaning on top of .

I’m getting wetter with each second. My hands land on his chest, groping every inch they can squeeze. "Please hurry," I whimper.

Using the hand I spit on a while ago, Lucas rubs the slippery cum on my belly, cupping my breast and fondling it, leaning in to kiss the hard nipple. The wine is still flowing in my body, every touch from him feels twice as sensual. He swerves his tongue on my hard nipple, pinching it and moving on to give the sa love to my other breast.

"Fuck, your body is beautiful, I want to praise it." Trailing a finger down my body, he grabs my thighs, splitting my legs open before cupping my pussy and rubbing his fingers there.

Circling his fingers around the swollen skin, I feel him sink what feels like two of his massive fingers, arching my back when the friction I’ve been desperate for finally starts showing.

He slides in deeper, bringing his lips to my ear and whispering in his deep voice: "You like that?"

I slowly nod, barely able to voice my words. He begins pumping and I moan as he brings his forehead to mine, lips inches away from mine. His free hand is touching all the right places all around my body, my breast, my tummy, my waist.

Then he leans down and places his lips between my legs and fuck, his mouth feels so good on . In no ti I feel the build co, starting sowhere deep in my lower stomach, building like a fucking tsunami about to rampage on people.

"Lucas," I whimper.

"Co for , baby." His words work like magic as the build finally releases, making

grip the leather as it screeches under my nails, rolling my eyes to the back of my head from pleasure, my body flailing around. Lucas grips my waist, his body keeping

in check, pure masculinity oozing from him when he doesn’t budge even though he should given my electric frenzy.

In re seconds I’m done, feeling smug from the mont I just had, but my slutty clit still yearns for more friction—from his now erect manhood this ti.

"Let’s move to my room," I mumble as he kisses

between my thighs. He doesn’t waste ti standing with

wrapped around his legs, picking up our clothes as we leave a wet ss behind us.

"First room to the left up the stairs," I say in a breathy voice. My room seems far, so I lower my hand between us, grabbing and lowering myself on him, but he stops

before his tip is inside .

"Do you have a condom?"

"No, I just chose to trust you, unless you feel guilty about sothing and you know we need a condom." I’m sober as fuck and I know what I’m doing. This might be a rash decision because I’m horny but fuck I can’t help it.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, eyes opening wide in surprise. He has a straight face on, but his dick which is rubbing my between and twitching continuously tells

otherwise.

"I’m sure, Luke, so hurry up!" Without waiting for him to speak I grab his dick again and lower myself on him, mourning out his na when I feel myself stretching.

"Hah, seriously. You’re gonna be the death of ," he says in my ear, nibbling my neck.

Like the last ti we were at his house, Lucas takes the stairs two at a ti, each stride making him pump into

harder and deeper. Each ti he does, I moan his na, but by the ti we reach my room, the moans have turned into pleas.

"More, more Luke, more..."

He opens the door to my bedroom with a kick, thank god I left it open a while ago. Standing for a few seconds with his dick in , I’m about to ask why when the light-switch clicks and light fills the room.

A I thought guys forgot about everything else once pussy was laid in front of them.

"Your room’s cute."

"Thanks," I manage to answer, holding onto his back for dear life.

Throwing our clothes sowhere in the room, Lucas places

gently on the bed, cupping my ass and kissing my chest. His eyes are set on my body as if he intends to worship it like he promised, domineering yet soft.

"I’ve been thinking about this body the entire day," he confesses, rubbing himself between my folds before pressing his dick onto . He pumps into , slowly at first, reaching every nook and corner inside

and leaning in to kiss . "You’re so warm and tight baby."

I grab his back, shuddering at how much I’m enjoying him stretching my insides. I’m not a virgin, but the angles he is hitting with each swerve he takes are catching

by surprise, and my body agrees with

because, in no ti, I feel the build again.

Lucas keeps pumping into

slowly. I want to tell him to go faster but I don’t because he seems to know what he is doing. He knows. His finger trails down my body until he reaches my clit, rubbing it and pumping into

at the sa ti.

"Luke, oh fuck..."

The build releases. I tighten around him and he groans, not stopping as he keeps

in place like earlier. I’ve been fucked before, but none of them have been able to hold

in place during an orgasm. The mont I relax, Lucas flips

over, grabbing my waist and pulling

to the edge of the bed.

"Arch you back," he commands. I do as I’m told, running my fingers in my ssy white duvet. He swipes his dick between my folds and plunges in, pumping harder and deeper this ti. My moans catch in my throat and I grab my pillow, biting into it as the pleasure rolls deep into my bones.

"Fuck!"

"Lucas."

"Call

Luke or baby."

"Luke, I wanna co—" One powerful thrust from him sends

flopping on the bed with him as he thrust harder.

What the fuck! Did he put a drug in my wine or sothing because why do I feel like coming again.

"I’ll make sure to grant your wish, my queen."

He keeps pumping, sa pace, sa G-spot, sa angle, and goddamnit I never thought I’d ever think soone would be irreplaceable in my life.

Lucas grabs my hands, pulling them above my head and spacing my ass cheeks with his free hand whilst pumping into

like he wants to make babies overnight.

"Luc—" He slaps my ass, the trace of his fingers imdiately leaving a red mark there. "I told you to call

Luke."

"Do that again," I blurt out in the heat of the mont, raising my head and facing him, mouth pouted. Lucas takes the hint and kisses

before pulling away slowly and spanking

a second ti. Harder this ti, but I fucking like it.

Jeez, am I turning into a sadist now?

I don’t have ti to think about it because Luke pulls

up till my back is resting on his chest, his thrusts increasing in intensity. He’s close. I can sense it.

"Iris."

"Keep going, I’m close too." He grabs my nipple, licking the back of my throat and sucking on it. His other hand is busy on my lower body. It’s like he has tentacles but I know it just his hands. So good at using them.

I tighten around him letting loose and he groans.

"Iris!"

"Luke!"

That’s all it takes before we both co undone, him pulling out of

and

flopping on the bed, quivering as he sohow balances pumping his dick whilst offloading his cream on my belly and rubbing my clit.

Damnit, we’re so compatible. We have that thing Sabrina Carpenter sang about in one of her songs. What was it again? Wait...it’s coming to my head, I’m just still reeling over the post cum sensation.

Ah, there it is.

BED CHEM.

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