Chapter 18 and 19, respectively ✅
??The Billionaire
And His Therapist ??
{His Dark Desires……..?}
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By: Midnight Flames ✍?♡
CHAPTER 18 — ALL NIGHT WITH YOU 2.
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“Your mine Lucille, only mine…” –was the last thing he said before he th-ru_st his côck into her wet, tight pûssy. Lucille screams in pain, her eyes glistening with tears.
Dominique stills for a moment—although it was taking every bit of self restraint not to ram into her and take her hard, rough, just like he wants to. Instead, he kisses her cheeks, caressing her thigh softly as he murmurs sweet words.
“Am so sorry… I promise it will only hurt for a minute and then everything will be over.” Lucille nods. Slowly, he moves into her groaning as her sheath gripped his length tightly.
“Fück! You feel so good…” True to his words, the pain slowly subsided — it was now replaced with pure pleasure. Her mouth parted as she Mõ@ɲed loudly at the feeling of him — so full inside of her.
“Dominique… Please!” She didn’t know what she was begging for, all she knew at this moment was that she never felt this euphoric pleasure in her life.
He smirked and pulled out of her, before she could utter a word of complaint – he slammed his côck back in her. This time, they both Mõ@ɲed loudly.
He repeated the method a few times making her adjust to his size and when he was sure she was comfortable he began moving slowly–at first, then his th-ru_sts became faster-harder.
“Dominique…!” She screamed. She has never felt so full, his côck moving in and out of her vigorously. She gripped his back digging her nails into him.
“Your body is mine… Only mine. Do you understand.” Dominique growled possessively, he’d never felt this way before. Her warm püssy clenched around him, hugging his length so tightly.
“Yes…! Yes…!” She could feel her climax coming, instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer. Sweat dripped down their bodies, the sounds of skin slapping, Mõ@ɲs and groans filled the room.
“Oh, God. Am coming… Oh, Dominique!” She screamed, squeezing around him tightly as they released together. He collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily.
Dominique stood up and walked to the bathroom—disposing the condom in the trash can. Lucille wrapped the duvet around her body, gently arranging her now ruffled hair.
The bed dipped as Dominique crawled to her. He pulls her close and smashes his lips on her. Lucille slides her arm around his body as their bodies entangled together.
Her soft Břě@šťs pressed against his hard chest. Their lips locked passionately as they explored each other’s touch once more.
His cõck jerked back to life as her hands stroked it gently. “Lucille…” He groans, suckling her neck. They were both lost in passion.
Dominique raised her leg up placing it on his elbow and pushed his côck into her once more. “Ahh…” She Mõ@ɲs softly, grabbing his neck as an anchor. His th-ru_sts were slow making her ache.
“Tell me what you want Lucille…” He whispers biting her earlobe softly.
“Please…Please… Go faster. Fück me!” She cried out and he happily obeyed. He pulled out and th-ru_sted in her hard.
“Oh my… Dominique!” She Mõ@ɲed loudly. She could feel him so deep inside of her.
“You like that, don’t you,” he rolled his hips, pulling out and then th-ru_st back in again. This time, they both Mõ@ɲed. Dominique could tell by the way Lucille eyes rolled to the back of her head that he had found her G-spot.
He hit her spot continuously, making her clench around his cōck so hard, he felt he would burst any second. “My sweet, sweet Lucille.” He murmurs as he took her lips again.
She Mõ@ɲed in his mouth as he began hitting her G-spot over and over again. Skin slapping on skin, bodies entangled together as the duvet covered them, kissing hungrily as they reached their climax. Dominique’s thigh shook as he came, her heat clamped down on his côck so tightly that he saw white.
Lucille rolled to the side, her legs and pûssy sore. “C’mon,” Dom held her body close to his–with her head on his chest hearing his heartbeat and his arms wrapped around her, it wasn’t long before sleep came for both of them.
~THE NEXT MORNING✍~
“Dominique!” A voice called outside the door accompanied with continuous knocking. Dominique stirred and hugged Lucille closer, paying no heed to the knocking.
“DOMINIQUE!!” That was when he jerked up from the bed, his eyes darts around the room until it landed on the door — where the knocking still continued.
“You better be awake.” Sleep vanished from his eyes as he recognized his mother’s voice. Oh God, what was his mama doing here? He questioned himself, thinking of how he was going to open the door.
“Dominique Ethan Monet! You better open this door or else!” She yelled making Lucille stir slightly. Dominique grimaces— she was really angry but what could’ve made her so angry?
He had to think of something fast. “Lucille, Lucille,” he shook her gently. “Hmmm…” She Mõ@ɲed and opened her eyes slightly, seeing the little sun ray, she yawned and stretched her limbs.
Slowly she sat up and faced him with a smile. “Good morning.” Dominique was about to respond and kiss her pouty lips when his mother’s angry tone interrupted.
“Dominique!!” Lucille’s eyes flew open. They shared a panicked glance. “Dominique!!”
At this, they took off. Dominique jumped off the bed and immediately started wearing his boxers and pants.
Meanwhile, Lucille had taken one step forward and instantly collapsed on the ground. Dominique burst out laughing, Lucille scowled. “Shut up!” she snapped.
“Awwn… It’s okay to be sore.” He teased and she wished to smack his face.
“Just help me up.” She whispered-yelled. He rushed to her aid carrying her bridal style to the bathroom. Another bang knock had Dominique closing the bathroom and opening the door immediately.
“Good morning mom.” He chuckled nervously, and got only a smack to the back of his head as a greeting.
“Ow!”
Mrs Monet looked around the room suspiciously—wondering what could’ve kept Dominique that he didn’t wake up earlyor open the door for her. She could hear hushed voices and her suspicion was confirmed — he had brought home a woman but who? and where is she?
“Mama… What are you looking for?”
She turned to him sharply, “the woman who brought home.” Dominique heartbeat increased while— Lucille breath seized for a moment. “There is no woman…”
“Don’t try to lie to me. I am your mother.” She warned sternly and then continued her search. Lucille tightened her hold on the clothes, thanking God silently that she had remembered to pick her clothes up from the floor.
She stopped breathing immediately the bathroom door swinged open. She covered her hand over her mouth, praying to God that Mrs Monet won’t see her — by checking behind the door. “There’s no one here…” She could hear the surprised tone of Mrs Monet.
“Yes, mama… I told you.” She sighed and closed the door making both Lucille and Dominique sigh in relief.
“I guess, your right.” She said and then turned to face him with a glare, “come with me and put on a shirt.” She demanded and walked out.
Dominique immediately removed a white polo from his wardrobe and headed downstairs. Lucille tiptoes back into the room, making sure she wouldn’t make a peep.
Quickly, she dressed up and with the help of the maid — who helped direct her to Dominique’s office the other day, she had escaped through the back door and took a taxi home.
Dominique couldn’t help but groan in annoyance at the guest sitting in front of him, no wonder his mother had been so angry. “Claire…” He sighed.
“Dominique… I want to us to talk.”