The Billionaire's Ultimate Challenge

Chapter 7:

“If you haven’t forgotten, then don’t resist me!”

In the eerie night, his words echoed in her ears, like a fine wine or a deadly poison, impossible to drink or avoid. She could only say, “I am not resisting; it just feels too soon.”

“It’s not soon,” his voice was both tender and deep, “Not at all. If I wait any longer, I’ll be old.” He was ten years older than her, and at twenty-five, he had natural desires. He appeared strong, but he had never been with any woman except her. The reason was simple—he was waiting for her. No other woman had the chance to approach him. Waiting a few more years would make him nearly thirty.

She wanted to say more, but before she could, he covered her mouth, engaging in another intense session.

Her mouth was filled with his saliva. He always dominated, and only after fully intertwining their tongues did he feel satisfied.

His head nestled between her round breasts, inhaling the unique scent there, as sweet as honey.

At fifteen, she already had a beautiful and full chest, which was her pride. She was not only beautiful, but also sensuous. Most importantly, she had become an irreplaceable treasure by his side.

Her pink peaks were moistened by his saliva, and she was teased into emitting low moans. It was strange; she clearly couldn’t accept him, yet his passion ignited her, leaving her breathless beneath him.

Feeling his hand moving lower, caressing her most intimate area, he discovered it was already wet, coating his fingers with her essence. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them as he said, “Abigail, this is your taste. So sweet!”

Seeing his intoxicated expression, she felt utterly repulsed. Clearly, he was the most handsome young man, yet his soul was dark and twisted.

After licking his fingers clean, he spread her legs, diving between them, his tongue directly licking and sucking her wetness. Each time he sucked, her heart pounded, and she felt a strange, light sensation, as if floating on clouds.

She couldn’t hold back her moans any longer, letting them escape.

With the foreplay complete, it was time for the supreme act.

He raised his head, his eyes gleaming as he lay atop her. Hearing her wonderful, deep moans, his lips parted, swallowing every sound.

There was a sour taste in her mouth; she knew it was from below. It clearly didn’t taste good, but why did he keep saying it was sweet?

She didn’t have time to think much as a hard object slowly entered her below. Perhaps because it was her first time, his entry was slow, and even slower when he hit her barrier.

Her hands instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling the slow tearing below. Her nails dug into his flesh, and by the time he was fully inside, her nails had left many red marks.

Mrs. Taylor had mentioned that a girl’s first time would be very painful, and it was true. This pain was unlike the ordinary wounds from a fall; it was difficult to describe, like a light brush but leaving a very clear lingering sensation.

His lips remained on hers, his slow but unrelenting movements gradually increasing in speed and depth, each thrust bringing a mixture of pain and an inexplicable pleasure.

After a while, he lifted her legs high, continuing his assault, his tongue moving to her white and tender feet and thighs.

They maintained this position for a long time until he finally went wild, thrusting deeply, causing a strong tremor below before stopping.

She thought she could finally sleep peacefully, but he repeated the foreplay, obsessively kissing her feet. In his eyes, her feet were like fresh meat. The more he bit, the more fragrant and forceful he became.

The night, under his strange strength, became very long.

The memory of her first time remained fresh. She remembered that night; she became a woman in both pain and sweetness.

That night he took her three times, each time beginning and ending with him licking her feet with no sign of disgust, becoming more and more obsessed.

After that night half a year ago, she no longer slept in her room but openly moved to share his room.

Intimate contact repeated repeatedly. If she was once been a soulless person before, she lost not only her soul but also her innocence afterward.

She was only fifteen!

The painful memory flooded her mind. Hot water and Ricard’s slow and dangerous approach pulled her back to reality. When she came to, Ricard was standing in front of her, his dark eyes revealing no emotion.

His body was perfect, with strong abs, and putting luxurious clothes on him seemed like a waste of his excellent physique.

“Abigail, did you enjoy the yacht?” He lifted her chin, asking contemplatively.

Abigail smiled knowingly and said, “It was thrilling, more exciting than ever!” She could never forget the feeling of gliding on the river, free and unobstructed, so comfortable!

Perhaps having not tasted freedom in so long, she found it thrilling!

“How about something even more thrilling?” With those words, Ricard suddenly turned her around, pressing her against the icy wall.

Feeling the chill on her chest, Abigail’s face and cheek were pressed against the wall. She endured the pain, not saying a word.

Ricard grabbed the showerhead, forcefully spraying water on her hair. Her hair, already wet, got drenched again, with water dripping down her face and forehead.

“Why aren’t you speaking?” His body pressed against her back. The large object below just touched her raised buttocks.

Abigail’s face was half-pressed, twisted, with the other half still as delicate as a flower.

Since her grandfather’s death, he always spoiled her in front of others, but when they were alone, he turned into someone else.

When she was younger, he only liked to caress and kiss her body gently, but from half a year ago, he crazily possessed her.

Since then, he always started with her feet, licking her whole body from top to bottom, saying bizarre things. Though those words were expressions of love from his mouth, their meaning changed.

She couldn’t quite articulate what his love for her entailed.

“You don’t need to talk; I’ll make you feel thrilled!”