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The Billionaire's Pet Bride

"I'll give you five million bucks if you can give me a child." The man's hoarse and sexy voice was like a devil's whisper. In order to get enough money to pay for her grandfather’s medical bill, Maisy Owen got into a strange man's bed. "Good girl." The man gently caressed her face like he was treating an obedient little pet. And then, he suddenly pressed her against the huge thing on his crotch. "If you dare to bite it, you won't get what you want." Choking, Maisy could not help but shed tears, but she still tried her best to play along because she had to get pregnant as soon as possible. However, Jay Hamilton was a very moody man, and he had no intention to let her get pregnant. She was played by him again and again but there was sign of her getting pregnant. She became so anxious that she had to go out of her way to seduce him, letting him take her to pound town regardless of time and place. After putting in an incredible effort, Maisy finally got pregnant with the devil's child. Knowing she was going to be free, she felt she was over the moon. In nine months, she would become the youngest, single, female millionaire. No one would ever know she was prisoned by a man and treated like a puppy. All those days of being pounded by him would go up in smoke. However, she underestimated the desire Jay had for her. After she had been pregnant for three months, he had his way with her again. "You're so thirsty!" The man caressed the swell of her belly and put a ring on her finger overbearingly. "Don't you ever try to run away. You're taken." "No, this is not what I want!" Maisy protested, but was penetrated more intensely. "So do you want this? No hurry, I'll give all of it to you."

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100 Chs

Asking For It

Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After so many exchanges, Maisy still couldn't comprehend the correct breathing technique while making out. It was until she was almost out of breath that he used all of his might to break away from her sweet, juicy lips.

He rubbed his thumb across her plump upper lip. Her lips had gone red and swollen from the intense kissing, and he continued to brush his finger against the arch of her Cupid's bow, tracing its outline.

"If I'm not wrong, he's an addict in gambling, correct?" Jay chuckled. "I got rid of a big mess for you. How would you like to thank me?"

She didn't speak a word, and her head lifted to a tilt to meet his gaze. Her face was still flushed bright red, her breath ragged as she hadn't recovered from her lack of oxygen, her eyes watery. "Thank you, then."