The Billionaire's Annoying Ward

Chapter 10 – His Indulgence

He wanted to ravage her as soon as possible. With a little discomfort, he edited the document according to what they agreed on and printed a copy.

They both signed it before he put it away inside his safe.

“What now?” Melissa asked him, standing opposite him with the table between them. Are they going to begin immediately? She was hoping to get away for a few minutes and change her underwear. It would be too embarrassing if he found her soaked.

He raised an eyebrow before approaching her. Melissa swallowed hard when she saw his expression. It was the same one he had in the office when he cornered her. But this time, she stood her ground. She’s ready for this anyway. She wanted him, too. For pleasurable nights, that is. This would be her first experience with an older man, but she heard they’re more attentive.

He put his hands on her waist and slowly moved her back towards the couch. They stared at each other heatedly. Both their breathing pattern deepened. She reached up to touch his jaw. She’s not one to be passive.

As soon as her leg touched the side of the couch, he grabbed her blouse and pulled it off her. She lightly gasped at the suddenness of it, cold air hitting her skin. She grinned at realizing how he seemed to be in a rush but the same faded away as he devoured her mouth.

His kiss was consuming, and she could only moan because of how good it made her feel. His tongue explored within as his hands gripped her body, touching her back, keeping her in place and, squeezing her healthy breasts and butt. His hands were rough, and the pressure he exerted was significant. She could feel every touch.

Melissa gasped when his hand slipped under her shorts and cupped her wet mound through the cotton underwear.

“I knew you also wanted this. I made you this wet, huh?” He rasped against her ear, and her breathing hitched as he proceeded to touch her bare skin. Her wetness coated his fingers, and they both groaned as he penetrated her with them.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He’d been withholding himself since earlier. He’d been suppressing his desire for women for so long. He needed release.

He quickly pushed off her remaining clothes. He wasn’t gentle about it, and the slightly harsh actions made her want him more. She liked it a little rough.

“What happened to being bed partners? I’m not seeing a bed.” She managed to say, her wits not leaving her yet. Her hands quickly worked on his shirt. Nope, she’s not gonna be the only naked person here.

She was stunned when the man himself removed the rest of his clothes and stood in all his glory in front of her. He’s well-built and had defined abs. She wasn’t expecting that from an older person. He’s fit, alright. She stepped closer to touch his six-pack. She’s partial to those. But then, his hardened member was in the way. Before she could stare at it some more, she was already pushed down on the couch.

“This could serve as a bed, too, no?” He ravaged her mouth again as soon as he responded to her quip.

Her mind kept going blank whenever he stimulated her aggressively. This was much quicker than she expected. He spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips.

She could hear him groaning as he pumped her with his fingers. It was too much for her. She pushed his head away so she could catch her breath and cry out from the pleasure. He seemed unable to accept a reprieve, so he latched on her breasts instead, alternating between the two globes of flesh. Add to that his other hand that was careless in squeezing any part of her.

After her c****x, he only waited a minute before thrusting inside her with his manhood. She’s a little tight but she accommodated him after some adjustment.

Melissa was so lost in the pleasure he’s giving her. He was rough with a hint of gentleness about him. It’s the kind she liked. She could only moan out loud, her gaze turning hazy. Her involuntary clenches were giving him a pleasure he hadn’t had in a while. To say he’s satisfied was an understatement.

He chased his own release. After which, he froze atop her. Melissa could feel the warmth of his load spreading inside her.

His eyes sought hers.

“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” How could he forget to ask about that?

There was a glint in Melissa’s eyes, but he didn’t notice it.

“Well, no. I’m not on the pill.” She’s only telling the truth. She watched as he pulled out of her and cursed loudly. He was berating her, too, blaming her for not saying anything earlier. She grinned and did not speak. It’s nice to see him riled up. She adjusted her position on the couch and watched him with a serene expression. She’s not bothered.

When he turned and he saw her like that, his frown deepened.

“Is this part of your plan? You do realize that if I get you pregnant, you’ll be tied to me?” He asked menacingly.

Melissa chuckled, “What makes you think I want to be tied to you? Relax, I may not be on the pill, but I’m on a different contraceptive. What? You only know about the pill?”

Klyde froze again, his brain slowly comprehending what she said. For the first time in his life, he felt stupid. He squinted at her as she laughed.

“You should have seen your face! It was funny.” She told him before laughing again.

He blew out a deep breath. Yeah, she rattled him, alright.

“So, you’re on contraceptive?” He needed to make sure.

She nodded her pretty head while wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“Come on, I wouldn’t want you to father my child, if I ever want a child.” She snorted and turned her body on the couch. She’s now lying on her stomach.

The new position stirred his desire again after the initial scare had passed. Slowly, he approached her.

“On your knees,” he ordered, but she didn’t move.

Looking at him, she raised an eyebrow. “I better get some money on my bank tomorrow or I swear, sir, you’re not gonna be tasting this delicacy tomorrow night.”

Her sassy mouth was spouting too many words again.

He couldn’t help rolling his eyes at her. He smacked her butt, and she obliged. She softly moaned as he ran his hands on her hips down her legs, and back up again. He pushed her back to align her center with his length and slowly entered her dripping core. As he pounded her from behind, he reached for her breasts and played with them to his heart’s content. Her cry seemed like music to his ears, and he didn’t stop until each of them reached another c****x.

She slumped forward when he let go of his hold on her, breathing heavily and satisfied with how he handled her.

Seeing him put on his clothes, she asked, “Are we done for tonight?”

“Are you in my bed?” he asked back.

‘What? Don’t tell me . . .’ her thoughts trailed off when her blouse was thrown at her face. This bastard . . .

“Get dressed. We’ll continue in my room.”

“Give me a few minutes.” Being taken from the back when she’s on her knees rendered her limbs weak. She lay there for a while before getting up. You could say she’s also testing his patience. He didn’t tell her to hurry it up, so she’s satisfied.