Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

YET ANOTHER CALL

ERIC’S POV

“Are you okay?” She asked so innocently.

“I am, but I’m not sure I’ll be for long if you continue to keep me hanging,” I told her, my voice coming out husky. We had barely even started, and I was already a mess.

“But, you sounded like you were in pain,” she argued.

RAYNE’s POV

Eric threw his head back on the couch like one who was in pain. I instantly stopped my hand from. Probably I wasn’t doing it right. I heard him mutter something I couldn’t quite grasp, the moment I did. “Are you okay?” I asked him.

“I’ll be okay if you stop teasing me,” He said and once again, started moving my hand against his little monster.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

ERIC’s POV

I guided her hand up and down my length, the warmness of her fingers, the feel of them, plus the loom in her face as she followed the rhythm of my movement, curiosity, and confusion like she had no idea what was happening. It all turned me on the more.

“Urghhh!!” I could feel the rippling surge from my inside, to touch her, but I fought that desire. The inner battle, my imagination of being inside her again, and her fingers trailing my length were crazy driving. I shut my eyes closed, and threw my head backward as I relished the feeling her touch brought.

“Fuck… Rayne!” I groaned. I could feel myself nearing climax. The feeling was overwhelming, I felt my hand give way from hers, but she didn’t stop moving.

RAYNE’s POV

“Yeah babe, just like that,” he groaned throatily, with eyes shut, and for a moment, I couldn’t help wondering what was going through his mind in between closed eyes. And listening to him, I wondered if I was really doing it right.

Fred and I hadn’t been this close despite being in a relationship for years. Hence, I was a bit doubtful, but hearing Eric sing my praises while I touched him, I felt some sense of confidence in myself.

“Fuck!… Rayne, I’m cumming,” I heard him murmur and in the next minute he pulled me into his arms, embracing me in a tight hug. In his embrace, I could hear the loud thudding of his heartbeat. And his breathing was ragged and heavy, like that of a person who had run a marathon.

Slowly, his grip around me loosened and he kissed my forehead.

“Did I do it right?” I asked over his shoulder. He dragged in a long breath, before murmuring to me.

“Mm-hmm, you did very well. You’re a fast learner.” His voice was drowsy and breathy. Then he patted my head and I couldn’t help blushing at his appraisal.

“Have you had dinner?” He asked and I shook my head.

“No, I’ve not.”

“Come, I’ll make you that rice.” Saying that he rose from the bed and took my hand. “Let’s go downstairs.”

As we went down the stairs, his phone rang, and at once my heart knotted. I knew he was going to leave. Whenever he got a call, he always left, just like this morning. And now wasn’t going to be an exception, I knew it. But, why didn’t I want him to?

He took the phone from his pocket, and glancing at it, he let out a calm sigh. Before picking it up.

“Hello!”