Her Eternal Mr. Right
"You are just a gold digger to me. Do you understand? Just a gold digger! You have literally sold yourself to me for your Father's company. You are just here as my wife for my daughter. That's it!" Asher said with an anger as he pushed her to the wall. "What? Just... a gold digger?" Ivy asked with tears in her eyes. "Yes. Gold digger like you just need money right? I will give you. Just tell me how much you wanted to enjoy your life?" Asher asked with anger. Her heart has broken into pieces as she heard, what he just said about what he is thinking about her! She never thought that he think of her as a gold digger all these while... She had thought that... He is her Mr. Right as they are very happy with each other. They were in love. Aren't they really? But she believed that... He is the one. He is her prince Charming. He is a person who entered her life out of nowhere and suddenly means the world to her but now, he thinks, she is a gold digger. How can he has no idea that she had sacrificed her happiness because of her father? Till yesterday, he is the one that loved her the most... But now, the same man calls her a gold digger. This made her confusing. He's both good and bad. Her brightest moments and darkest Hours is him. He made her laugh but now, he is the one that made her cry. She is having a hard time understanding him, because on the one hand, she loves him for the happiness he gives her but on the other hand, she despise him right now because of the pain he gives her. And she has no idea where she is at fault?
Chapter-78
Mature content.
He stroked her vulva, with his fingers, and noticed how wet she was, how ready for his cock. He pressed himself into her, not giving his cock a chance to go soft.
"Oh!" she cried out.
"Yes!" Amelia cried out and pushed back against him, taking his cock even deeper. "Please, I need you!"
Something feral in him wanted to take her fast and hard, not caring about her pleasure, just using her body until he climaxed. He wanted her to take all of her, he wanted to mate with her and breed her and possess her. But he forced himself to take a breath, letting go of his grip on her shoulder. He moved his hands to her hips and began to move inside her.
She was so warm and wet and tight. He made myself slow down, made myself rock back and forth with small, gentle movements, buried deep inside her. He would make this last. He would bring her to her own brink, wouldn't let himself go until he felt the rhythm of her release.