Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

"Put down the dishes, they'll clean them up later."

Leonardo shows up wrapped in a towel after his shower, patting his hair dry with another towel.

“I feel guilty, I am able to wash the cup I just used.”

“Invest your time in improving your productivity so that someone invests their productivity in improving your time.

"Is it a riddle?"

"If you want it that way," he asserts, grabbing me by the waist and forcing me to set the things aside. With the towel that he holds in his hands, he dries mine and draws me to his mouth while the other towel that surrounds his waist falls to the ground, freeing his monumental cock that manages to catch my breath during the kiss and makes me face him, against him the cold table His towel supports my butt so it doesn't get cold, although I couldn't do justice to my desire to have him inside me.

"I think we've already had breakfast, Mr. Ferrari," I tell him between his bites that go from my mouth to my neck.

"A second breakfast never hurts."

“Do you think…” kiss “won't be done anymore…” bite “too late to go out…?” hickey.

All I get in response is a grunt from him as he pulls up my camisole, rips my panties to shreds, and licks two fingers to apply a bit of saliva to my core, making room for his manly hardness between my legs, penetrating me with enough force of a worthy titan without prior warning, entering all of a sudden and taking my breath away with each blow of his waist against mine.

What a way to start the day, and it's barely seven thirty in the morning!