All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

DASHIELLThose words weren't what I expected to hear, not at this time, and certainly not ever. We had a wonderful night at the restaurant, right? The ambience was great, everything moved so well. I couldn't understand why she would want to separate when I had promised to keep her safe. I knew it had to do with the threat but come on. I thought we were stronger than this. “Why?” My voice came out more than a whisper, became I feared the response she would give. I just didn't want my heart to break into countless pieces anymore. “Why? Do you even need to answer this, Dashiell? Of course, you know why I want to separate from you. We need to keep our distance for now.” She walked over to the bed and sat on it, staring up at me. “Understand me, Dashiell, I'm only doing this for the kids. I need to keep them safe, and I know you want that, right?”Her gaze sought mine. Like she was looking for signs in them. Exhaling, I ran my fingers through my hair. I didn't even know what to give in r

Crying out my name as she arched her back and put her hands on my shoulders for support as she arched bet back, bringing her pussy to my face. Her cries were damned right sexy. It should be illegal for someone to sound like that. Placing a kiss on her clit, I pushed her thighs wider to open up her cunt for my exploring tongue. She gladly opened her legs for me as my tongue came closer to her pussy lips. The sweet smell of arousal filled my nose as my tongue made its first contact with her dripping sex. “Dashiell!” she cried out, clenching her stomach as my tongue once more teased her pussy. I licked from her clit to her pussy, repeating the action each time her moan got louder. I loved it more whenever she screamed out my name as she told me just how she enjoyed getting tongue fucked. My pretty innocent wife was gradually getting lewder as the day went. She moaned as my hands held her arse and my tongue searched out the inner recesses of her pussy. I felt the flood of her juices fl

“I want this, and I know you feel the same. Why don't we relieve ourselves of the stress and go on?” I lifted my brows at him. “If you say so.” I felt the tip of his bare cock as he slowly pushed against the lips of my dripping pussy. I felt his cock head pushing, the tip slipping partially in, then pressing further inside of me, pushing against my walls as his shaft slid deeper inside of me. I gasped as his cock made its way into my soaking pussy. When he finally entered me fully, it was as if the world stopped. I held my breath from the mix of pain, followed by pleasure.For a moment, I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I was still sore despite the pleasure I was feeling, and it seemed like I was forcing myself to do it when it was what I wanted. You know that feeling where your stomach is hungry, and your mouth isn't? Yeah, that was the point I found myself. I wanted this even though my body was trying to protest.Making certain I was okay, he started to push his cock inside me, sliding i

I faltered, my gaze dropping to the floor. Brion's words struck a chord, and I knew I couldn't hide the truth forever. I just wanted to let it out, so I wouldn't feel bothered by it. Benita was the one I would have told, but I felt there were things one shouldn't tell someone they are not that close to. We are close, don't get me wrong, but not close enough for me to seek advice from her. She would only tell me to live in the present and not let the past define my relationship with him. I know her enough to know what she would have said to me. Benita would have advised me to let go of the past and pursue a relationship with Dashiell if I was certain he had changed. She wouldn't even think about it. "Nova?” Brion's voice softened, coaxing me to open up. " What's wrong? Are you worried because of the text? You don't have to be, though. Didn't I promise to keep you safe?" "It's not that." I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “It's just…things with Dashiell are complicated.”Brion's

“Huh? There's nothing in the kitchen? Why didn't you tell me that earlier?” I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the frustration seeping into my bones steadily. “You never asked.” Brion stood up, his movements fluid and effortless, and said, “Let's go get groceries.” His eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement, illuminating his face and making him look years younger. “I could use some fresh air,” he added. I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to face the outside world, but he was already heading to the door, grabbing his keys and wallet as he went. “Come on,” he called. I followed, feeling the warm sun envelop me like a gentle hug as we stepped outside. The brightness was almost blinding, but Brion's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a reassuring gesture. We walked hand in hand to the grocery store. The streets were quiet, the only sound was the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of cars. "There's nothing more calming than taking a walk in this weathe