All Chapters of Obsession Of The Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

There was a moment when Julya met Joseph again, and he also looked stunned in my direction, but as I suspected he was gay, I didn't mind. The three of us stayed together, robbing the food trays that passed from time to time, carried by waiters with tanned skin and gentle smiles. Julya stuffed herself with so much food that she said she was heavy even on her conscience, and Joseph, who was still very focused on drinking as many expensive things in life as possible, ended up feeling bad and running to the bathroom. Julya refused to leave him alone in a situation like that, so I ended up being left in a corner, watching while some danced and gossiped. Out of place as I've always been.I was almost deciding to look for Flynn when a man came in front of me. He wore a tank top shirt and flowery shorts. He had brown hair that was tied to a ponytail, and eyes of a chocolate tone that shone in an adorable way. He was very handsome, and I remembered bumping through the corridors with him at var

I couldn't answer Flynn.Actually, I didn't want to answer.Because I didn't want to be your girlfriend. I wanted more. I wanted everything. And that was the first step for me to get where I so longed for. So that I would have Flynn's heart of gold in my hands, to do everything I wanted. Put it in front of me as a wall in difficult times, or expose it next to me as a trophy.I wanted to have it completely, every breath, every sigh. I wish he only had eyes and attention on me. And I had managed to make good progress, but now I needed more. Not only for the goals, but for my own desire, my own fetish, which made that man become the ideal character of a novel, which made him become the ideal man to take me to the top. So, I knew what I needed to do to make that happen.Taking advantage of our very close mouths, I leaned over and kissed him very lightly, just because I could, just because he gave me the certainty that he would never refuse any gesture of affection that came from my direct

I believed that he would again need some time to rest, however, Flynn surprised me by turning my face down on the bed, raising my hips without warning. He held above my hips and put himself behind me, pulling me with a sudden that made his penis penetrate me with a blow of our meats. I gasped louder than I should, and covered my mouth so that the sound didn't escape from the cabin. Flynn laughed, I listened and felt the sound passing through my body. He put pressure on my back when he had to lean over to pull my hair."Did you know that what I like most about you is how your hair becomes easier to be pulled? "He asked at the foot of my ear. His hand wrapped around the wires, just as if it were a rope, and very subtly he pulled my head back. The other hand went up to my throat, pressing so lightly that it only served to leave me even more on fire. "I like the way your body seems modeled for what stirs me the most, Tasha. You're made for me. In every way.”And I really believed what he

My body already corresponded to your touch as if memorizing each of your actions. My heart missed a beat when his hand climbed through the straight cut of the skirt, lifting it very subtly, as his hand slid closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. And my breath got stuck in my lungs when his other hand slid inside the suit and under the shirt, easily finding my underwear.When I made a sound very similar to a gasp, he turned me sharply against his chest, and made me lean my ass against his desk. That hand that was in my bra stood up to hold my neck very lightly, and my eyes must have blinked with the glow of lust, because he held my jaw and pressed until he got close enough to take my lips on his.It was not an affectionate kiss, it was hungry, as if he had been for days, maybe weeks, without seeing me, and wanted to end all the longing in a single gesture. But I knew what that really meant. It was his fetish, ours, mixed with the savagery of excitement. And there was no more prude

"How about we start with a less complicated and easier magic than you show me your house? "I asked. As soon as I noticed the shadow of disappointment passing through your face, I tried to add: "Then I promise I'll let you show you all your most indecent magic tricks.”Laughing, Flynn took me by the hand and went around the stone path of the garage so that we could be in front of the house, whose door was made of wood and the handle was wide and was in the middle of the door, so that to open it, he would lean his clock against a small black panel located in one of the left corners of the dark wood. It was a two-story mansion, and the structure resembled an old party cake, in which the floors were square and decreased as it went up. Janelões were facing the street, and the house was entirely white, so that the lights that lit the movement flickered in yellowish tones against the smooth walls. Small bushes decorated the residence, and some trees rose beyond the height of the house, makin