The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 19

He thrust deeply. I can’t count how many times he cum inside me. He didn’t even wear a condom. Is he like this all the time? I can feel him whole, grinding inside me. While he slams me, my mind wonders if he fucks everybody; not wearing a condom. What if he gets someone pregnant? Maybe the steward now knows what we’re doing, so she won’t try to make a move to Andrius again.

“Ahhh ... Haaa.”

That is the last moan I made after we did it. He immediately wrapped his arms around my stomach because my knees were already weak. I no longer have the strength to stand.

Fortunately, there is a tissue here in the restroom because he wiped me himself. Though embarrassed, I let him do it because I couldn’t feel my knees. I felt like hard ice that had suddenly melted in the intense heat.

He suddenly came out, so I held the sink where there is a mirror where he faced me earlier to have support. In less than a minute, he was carrying dark underwear. He kneels while I held his shoulder. When I raised my one leg, he warmly ran his finger through the center of my cut in my private area. Instead of regaining my strength, I felt like I would fall again. When I lifted my second leg, my foot gave up because he suddenly inserted the middle of his finger. Because I got on my knees, he removed it then licked the finger he inserted.

He brought me back to our seats. There is already soft drink and coffee available. My tummy grumbled quickly since there was a mocha cake there. When he seated me in the chair, I ate the meal in front of me rapidly while he smiled and looked at me. When I finished the cake for myself, I turned to look at Andrius’. Because he was reading the newspaper and didn’t notice me gazing at his cake, I touched him. He gave me a short look.

“Will you still eat that?” I now play with the fork in my teeth while waiting for his answer. I wondered as he lowered the newspaper in the middle of his trouser. He looked at me with his fiery eyes.

“What’s in return if I give you this cake?” he asked.

Raising an eyebrow and swiftly clapped my ear. I’ll do everything for this mocha cake.

I scooped up the saucer and ate the cake without hesitation. Andrius resumed reading the newspaper, although I’m not sure why it took him so long to raise the newspaper that was covered in the center of his pant.

I drank the soft drinks rapidly, as if my throat was too dry from eating too much cake. Andrius was lowering what he was reading at the same time I was lowering the cup with the straw. He licked his lip and wet it, so I instantly felt my lip to see if there was any icing left, but there wasn’t.

“You’re so full that you need to give the mocha cake a substitute. Or I can buy all the flavors you want,” he said with an evil smirk. But what he said made me even happier. It should come as no surprise that my favorite is sweet.

I was just going to ask what he wanted when he opened his zipper and his cock sprang proudly. It was as if he was proud that he was Alpha. I swallowed because it still didn’t sink in on me that this thing had entered me twice ... no, three times... or more.