Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .txt) 📕
Six years after she left him waiting at the altar, Charles Anthony Oxford finally met Isabella Shade. And six years proved to be a long time as Isabella was already married and Charles who had grown from millionaire to multi billionaire, well, he was in search of a wife for certain reasons.
On learning that his runaway bride’s company was in financial crisis because of her good for nothing husband’s gambling problems amongst other reasons, Charles saw an opportunity.
Two, actually.
Not only would he be getting a wife, he would be able to exact revenge on the woman who had left him heartbroken, in his own way.
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“Uh?” Her eyes faced ahead and she finally realized the position they were in.
“Touch me all you want, Isabella. I am all yours.” Heeding his invitation, she grabbed his shaft and took a small tour, caressing his skin gently. As she did that, she could feel her panties being taken off and when Charles was successful with that, even she could tell how crazily wet she had gotten.
Hand still wrapped around his thick, more erect cock, she let out a small cry as his tongue pressed against her pulsed clit. It felt so good.
“Touch me, Isabella,” he moaned before pressing another lick against her clitoris.
Complying, she lifted her body a bit so she was able to kiss the crown of his shaft. She could see that he had reacted a lot to their foreplay and she gladly licked off the pre-come he had. In response, Charles moaned lightly and that small noise vibrated her sensitive bud.
Not wasting any more time, she went to work and took what she could of his thickness into her mouth and she began to lick and suck and repeat the action in a way that pleased both of them.
In no time, sounds of pleasure filled the room like it was music.
Charles was making her wetter and she was afraid she was going to burst soon, but she wanted to wait for him. So, tightening her insides frequently, Isabella continued what she was doing and endured the extreme sensation she was feeling while delightful moans escaped her.
Taking one of his testicles into her hands to play with, she soon realized she couldn’t hold it anymore, so she made to turn so his shaft would be inside her and drive her to that point of ultimate pleasure.
Charles wouldn’t let her.
“Charles…” she whined.
“Finish what you are doing.” Isabella's hips jerked as he continued to suck her clit. “I am almost there.” He tossed his tongue into the entrance of her wall. “Let’s come together.”
Glad to hear that, she went back to his erection and soon had her head bobbing up and down his dick, reaching wherever she could with her small mouth. To drive him crazier, which he was doing to her, she took one of his testicles and sucked hard.
“Isabella…damn…” he groaned, his voice vibrating her once again.
“Oh, Charles…” Her face wore a look of one about to cry. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Let's come together. Don’t stop what you are doing.”
“This?” She took the other sack into her mouth and he moaned in response, sucking her even more after.
“Touch me.” She ran her hand up and down his shaft as she sucked and teased him down there. But she was not as coordinated as she seemed, she desperately needed to release.
“Charles…” she moaned with his sack still in her mouth and he shuddered.
“Say my name again,” he said against her wetness.
“Charles… oohh, yes.” He blew air on her centre and she loved it. “Charles…” her mouth managed to say as she continued playing with him.
“One more time, love,” his voice was strained. And as she said his name once more, she felt him release and she did at the same time. The way his release rushed into the hollowness of her mouth made that moment more sensual for Isabella.
Panting hard as they were both feeling satiated, sweat all over their foreheads, Isabella left her position and lay beside Charles who smiled grandly at her and said, “Now… all that’s left is my revenge.”
“Uh?”
He winked and told her to go wash up, leaving her mind to joggle ideas of what he could have meant by what he said.
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