REGINA MILES- A BILLIONAIRE STORY ( Thomas Miles )

Chapter Eighteen: Sex At His Place 

He pinned me on the long sofa chair and lifted my dress. His hands slid underneath it and he removed the hooks of my bra and kissed my breast softly. As Evans pressed his lips on my nipples, teasing them with his tongue, I jolted as the thrills aroused me. His moans were soft and hardly even heard and I ran my hands all over his back. He freed his bulging dick from the cage of his pants and placed it on my hands, it fitted perfectly. 

“Do you 

have condoms?” I asked. I watched him walk into the inner room, he had no clothes on, so I saw his manliness from the distance. He returned with a transparent rubber that clothed his dick and rained more kisses all over my body. He held me in a much stronger grip and went in, thrusting in a slow pace and then with an even faster pace, our moans filled the entire room. 

He leaned towards my neck and I threw my head backwards, expecting a long–wet kiss. Instead, I felt his lips nuzzling against me seductively. He swept me off the ground carrying me in his arms. 

My delightful squeal echoed through his house, I hoped the neighbors wouldn’t mind. 

I shut my eyes as I cling closer to his neck. Although I expected a slight echo from him, his moans reverberated throughout. The gentle vibrations in the walls as he’d fuck, slamming his dick into my 

wetness. 

I was carried in his arms till we got to his bedroom. It felt warm and cozy as he eased me into it. 

Gently he always started gently, before growing into a full in fuck fest 

a full in fuck fest – he kissed me, tugging at my clothes until they all remained in their barest sexist, naked on the sofa. 

He stroked the lips of my pussy, caressing me wildly. A sudden wave of passion swept over me. 

“Fuck me, already!” 

I wanted to be fucked. He slid his dick into my pus 

steadying her leg apart. I had moaned into the 

morning, chuckling when I realized my legs were raised in the air. 

“I’ve never been fucked this way before” she said, whimpering. “Fuck me harder, baby!” 

He didn’t respond immediately. Perhaps the next slam of his dick into my pussy was enough response 

I needed. Calling him baby was therapeutic. It made me feel warm and perfect. 

Better still, he called me babe too! 

“You’re my baby, darling!” – or something like that. I was certain he was muttering something to me. My ears tingled with pleasure as he fucked hard, that I failed to register whatever he said. 

Wasn’t that what mindless sex felt like? Rising like a volcano and climaxing with a big bang. 

He had moved above me, adjusting one of her legs forward so I arched my knees. His dick still found its way into my pussy, fucking harder still. My breasts bounced against my chest. 

Then he did the unthinkable spanking my ass, and it felt so good that I moaned. I moved my ass 

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closer to his dick. He thrust deeper, shooting his load Into my pussy with one loud gasp. I could feel a jolt of energy burst through my body, gasping for air at such warmth that spread through me. 

We didn’t know what would come but I was certain I had just one thing on my daily planner – spend quality time with Evans. I didn’t feel the need to do anything or go anywhere that Evans wasn’t there. We would go on some business meetings if he had any. Even if it meant sitting in the reception waiting for him. I wouldn’t mind at all. 

I’d sit on his lap and ride him if necessary. I’d fuck him right on the conference table for whoever the fuck cared to watch. 

“It feels so fucking good!” I moaned 

“Yeah, baby“. He replied, “I could ride you all day“. Now I knew he was really concussed with passion. Who the fuck would ride all day? Maybe I would. With the flurry of feelings, we had sparking through the atmosphere, I wouldn’t mind fucking till dawn here at his place. 

“You’re crazy” I laughed, “You know I would have to go eventually.” 

“You’re not saying you would let me go, now are you?” 

“Maybe if your body wasn’t this sexy, I wouldn’t mind leaving. But with this…” I ran my fingers over his well–defined abs, caressing his sexiness. “I sure would….argh! Fuck me all day!“. I kissed him, snaking my hand back to cup his ass. 

He slid his cock out of my, pussy and watched me as my body glistened with sweat. 

I loved the look on his face too. He picked me up with surprising strength, my knees crooked around his arms. My hands around his neck. Good. 

I kissed him, feeling his dick crease against the base of my crotch. It felt so good my mouth went abuzz with emotion. I tightened my grip around his neck. His hands shook with desire. 

“Baby…” I moaned against his mouth amidst some other frenzied gibberish. He put me down, kissing her deeply on the floor. My breasts, already bare, jiggled against his body as I moved, kissing him with frenzied passion. 

he produced a 

“Wait” he said. Moving over to one of the little carriages above them. Puiling it open, sensual massage ointment. I didn’t need him or anybody else to tell me what was coming next. 

“Know this?” he asked. 

I nodded; a wide sinile plastered all over my face. “Fuck yeah” 

He moved over to where I laid naked on the floor pursuing my lips in expectation. Our lips touched, a gentle chaste kiss. He wanted to build my desire. I knew. It was working. 

He moved away from her lips. Urgh! I wanted more. I claimed his lips again, kissing him desperately, only stopping when his hands roused all over me. 

“Baby!” 

Chapter Eighteen: Sex At His Place 

He had applied the ointment to my breasts while we kissed, drenching me in the smooth silky sweetness. The feel of the ointment was relaxing. His hands made it even more so. 

He broke off, applying the ointment to his body as well. 

The sight of his wet body turned me on. His shoulders, broad and pronounced like boulders, stood out, glaring at him. 

I caressed his body, my fingers tracing slow wet paths through his body. 

“shh… don’t rush me.” He said. 

I wanted to take things slow too, to take her time and explore his body just as he did mine. One button at a time, savoring kisses in between, I took off his shirt. 

He reached for my breasts, caressing my nipples as he poured the oil, smiling as it cascaded over them. I moaned, teasing his nipples as well. 

I didn’t bother hurrying back to my feet, taking my time to caress his legs, reaching higher to his thigh as I applied the liquid. His dick responded to my touch, so beautiful when dripping wet. 

I resisted the urge to suck him, merely stroking his dick and till her hands would encircle his neck. again.