A CHANCE TO LOVE A BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 9

PATRICK***

Waking up from what felt like dreaming forever, my eyes fluttered open, unfocused and cloudy, like a veil of fog slowly lifting. I struggled to gaze around me, but my eyes felt dull and glazed, as if I was gazing through a dirty lens.

"Sir, you awake?" a female said, unable to recognize the voice. I turned to the direction where the voice was coming from. I could only see a blurry picture of a bare body.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice breaking as it was horsey, turning my gaze away from her.

"You are in my house, Sir. Do you need anything?" she sweetly asked. At last, I recognized the voice; it was Juliana. I jotted out of bed, turning my gaze at her furiously.

"How did I get here?" I furiously asked, walking towards her bare body. She took a step back as I gradually approached her.

She continued stepping back, her eyes fixed on mine, until she collided with the wall, the impact sending a shock through her entire body.

"Tell me, how did I get here?" I angrily asked, and finally reaching where she was, I grabbed her by the neck.

"Please, let me go," she pleaded, the words caught in her throat refusing to dodge properly as her airways constricted.

"Sir, I -I," she stammered, her eyes widening as if losing her breath.

I felt pity for her, so I loosened my grip on her, giving her space to breathe but not letting her leave my arms, as she was between them. She almost collapsed to the ground as she tried to catch her breath.

"Sir, you are unwell, that is why I brought you here," she said, struggling to catch up with her racing heart. Her heart hammered harder against her rib cage, making slight motions on her chest.

"I am completely fine, I told you even earlier," I shouted.

"You collapsed, so that was why I brought you here," she said, her eyes filled with fear.

"I do not believe you. You obviously did something to me," I said, my anger slowly backing away.

"Believe me, Sir," she said, smirking her lips as she pulled me by my collar closer to her, the softness of her breasts rubbing against my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

"Why have you pinned me on the wall?" she asked, running her tongue lightly over her lips, a slow, deliberate movement.

I warningly glanced at her directly in her eyes, not willing to let her go. A part of me wanted her near, but a part of me hated her.

Her scent was a slow-burning fire igniting a spark of desire that threatened to consume me whole.

"Do you want me?" she asked, running her fingers through my cheeks, making me lose my mind. I shook my head, turning away from her bare body that lingered in my eyes.

As I turned away, I felt her soft, warm hands wrapped around my chest and my back. Her sharp n*****s prickled my back.

"Where are you going? We are not done yet," she whispered, her voice sweeping everything away from my brain.

"What do you want?" I asked; my voice was calm.

"I want you to want me," she said, licking my neck gently with her wet tongue, intoxicating me, making me feel lightheaded and reckless, like I was falling under their spare.

"What if I cannot?" I asked, losing my mind.

"What if you can?" in response, she whispered a question into my ear.

"If I can, then I will consume you. You are tempting me," I said, turning around to face her. A smile formed on her lips. Biting her lips seductively, she started unbuttoning my shirt.

In no time, my shirt was on the floor, exposing my bare chest.

"I love your chest. I can lay my head comfortably on it," she said, raining her fingers down my hairy chest.

Immersed in her intense touches, I felt my pants detaching from my body, exposing my bare body. I felt her warm body attaching to mine, my manhood lingering near her garden. Warm air fanned my manhood, teasing it to rise gradually. In due time, the manhood pointed to her, feeling her wet area.

My hands itched for her body; I could not keep them under control. I grazed her chest, my palms cradling her breasts, causing her to release a sensual provocative moan.

I traveled my fingers down her belly to her hips, gently feeling her curves, down to her wet area. I placed my middle finger in-between her thighs and began to caress it provocatively; she moaned at every touch, gluing her fingers on my back.

"Enough," she said, backing away from my touch. I was startled.

"What is wrong?" I curiously asked, my body beginning to jerk.

"Watch me," she said, locking her eyes with mine as she forcefully pushed me on the bed.

She seductively matched her bare body towards me, reaching where I was, she bent down making me sit up in anticipation of her next move.

"What are you doing?" my voice horse, I asked, lowering my gaze to her.

"I want to give you hot chocolate," she said, gazing at me from below her eyes as a teasing grin formed on her lips.

"What do you mean..." my words were caught in between my throat, gasping for air as she consumed me with her wet mouth, teasing my top layer with her tongue. Her mouth moved up and down, her thrusting growing more confident and deliberate, building pleasure. I fell back on the bed, moans escaping my mouth. Unable to stay in position, I got up and grabbed the back of her head, making her thrust even more.

In due time, she looked up at my face with satisfaction, leaving me unsatisfied and craving for more. She pushed me back on the bed as she placed me between her spread legs, exposing her wet area. I reached out my hand to her area, teasing her as I allowed my figure to sink inside of her. She moaned, grabbing my hair and twisting it as the pleasure built up in her body. The more I touched her, the more I craved her; I wanted to feel her warmth. As I teased her, she placed her soft lips on mine, kissing me passionately as I reciprocated with the same energy. Our lips dancing in harmony and at the same pace. I flipped her over as I placed my manhood in her. Warmth and fluid wrapped around my area.

I wanted more, more of her.