One Night With The Billionaire

Desire-filled groans and moans could be heard from the hotel room. The man in front of Amber kissed her chest gently, making her feel as if electric currents were coursing through her body. She shivered slightly and let out a very soft moan. The man panted harder and harder. He desired s*x with the woman but was afraid of hurting her. Thinking that the man did not have the heart to cause her pain, Amber grabbed his shoulders, bounced over, and pinned him down on the bed, her eyes full of affection. "It's fine. You don't have to be so concerned about me," she said, voice soft. "Are you not afraid of pain?" the man inquired. Upon that, Amber stared at the man in front of her blankly, a smile touching her lips. In fact, she couldn't see him clearly but only got the impression that he was stronger than usual. "I'm not scared," uttered she. "This isn't your first time?" he asked. "It's, of course, my first time, but with you around, I'm not scared," she responded, eyes downcast. "Why?" asked he. "Because I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time." Amber, in point of fact, had had feelings for Owen since the first time they met. At the time, he was leaning against the car window, and the side of his face was so appealing that she wished she could kiss it. She had been wondering if he would still look so composed when he had s*x with her. Owen was the subordinate of Amber's father, and he was said to have spent many years working for her father. However, for some reason, her father rarely let him come to her home. But it was perfectly normal. After all, her father rarely told her anything illegal or bad. Her father, in fact, had promised to pick her up this time, but he suddenly had something important to attend to, and that was why Owen was sent to pick her up. As their eyes met, Amber thought he was very charming. Driven by love, she took the initiative to ask him if he would be her boyfriend. He was stunned at first but then smiled and replied, "Sure. It is my honor." Amber was giddy and ecstatic when she heard this. It was not easy to meet someone she liked, and that person also liked her, after all. Thus, she didn't even consider whether her father would have any objection. The man on the bed was on the verge of losing control at this point, and Amber's soft moan aroused him more. He pressed her against his body and kissed her passionately, taking her again and again regardless of the fact that she was still a virgin a moment ago. He panted heavily. "Remember, it was you who seduced me first," he said, voice deep. Amber's vision was hazy. She lay on the bed, too weak to give a response. She wrapped her hands around his neck, intending to get closer to him. In the dim light, her lace nightgown seemed out of place. "Respond to me!" he urged and moved back and forth more and more quickly. Amber screamed and repeatedly replied, "Yeah! It's me who enticed you. It's me!" "Tell me that you're mine," he said again. "I'm yours! Only yours!" replied Amber, voice excited. Owen kissed her neck hard, leaving a few hickeys on it as if he was marking his prey. Due to pain and discomfort, Amber shoved him away. "It hurts! Be gentle!" she complained. "No, I can't!" he answered. When he moved again, she was caught off guard and grabbed his back in pain. Her nails sunk into his skin, heightening his s****l desire. Amber's mind went blank as she felt both painful and desired. She had lost her usual cool under the influence of lust. It's my wedding night. There's nothing wrong with having a wild night with my husband. The man had ripped her lace nightgown apart. They looked like pieces of paper floating around the room. Amber had no idea how many times they had s*x that night. Finally, she fell asleep without seeing his red, indifferent eyes. He got out of bed, but his gaze was fixed on the gleaming dot beneath the TV screen. Then he walked over to that thing, pulled it down, and walked away with a cold smile.