Sex With My Billionaire Boss

Intense workout

Henry and Quinn were cuddling themselves.

"I just feel that I love you more than you love me, what do you think?" Quinn mumbled as she snuggled Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

closer to him.

"That's not true. I love you more than you love me." Henry chuckled.

"Then prove it." Quinn said as she ran her hands over his chest sensually.

"How do you want me to?" Henry asked with a smirk.

"Figure it out." Quinn said.

"It seems my wife needs her husband, doesn't she?" He made to switch off the lights, but Quinn's

hands stopped him.

Henry looked at her in confusion,

"Is anything the matter?" He was puzzled.

"Not at all... Leave the lights on." She whispered.

"As you wish, milady." He smiled.

With a swift move, he pulled off her sleeping robe. He threw it on the floor, and turned his attention on

her hardened nipple.

"We haven't had an actual wedding, nor did we have a proper honeymoon." Henry whispered as he

bent to take her nipple into his mouth.

He licked its tip, and ran his hands roughly over her stomach.

Quinn ran her hands through his hair, as she arched her back on the bed.

"We will do that soon. There's still enough time to go on a honeymoon. That is if you don't get tired of

me." Quinn smiled..

In response, Henry raised his head and drew closer to her, capturing her lips, in a sensual kiss.

"Mmmh." Quinn moaned into his mouth.

He broke off from the kiss after a while, and looked at her with a burning gaze,

"I will never get tired of you, Quinn. Not now, not ever..." He captured her lips again, and ran his tongue

over her teeth, as if he was trying to memorize her dentition.

Quinn wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. She was happy... At least, she couldn't say for the

future. But at that moment, she was feeling happy...

"You know what? I want you so bad, and it's killing me." Henry breathed.

Quinn chuckled,

"I can see that... After all, your 'little buddy' needs attention." She nodded at his erection which was

threatening to shoot out through his briefs.

"It's been long we 'did it' in the shower." Henry whispered.

He didn't wait for Quinn to respond, he directly pulled her from the bed, and pulled her towards the

bathroom.

Quinn giggled, and then smothered it quickly.

"What's funny?" Henry pushed her under the shower gently.

"Nothing much. I was wondering how you wouldn't be romantic enough to carry me bridal style into the

bathroom." Quinn giggled again.

Henry chuckled,

"I'm romantic. But I only show it in bed.." He defended himself.

Quinn jabbed at his chest gently, as she laughed.

Henry pulled her closer to him, so close that she could feel his erection on her stomach.

She broke away from his embrace, and knelt down slowly. Her face was now close to his erection.

She rubbed her soft palm on that region, and he groaned,

"You always know what I want, Quinn." He grabbed her hair gently.

"What can I say? Maybe it's because our hearts are now connected.

She drew his briefs down, and his dick jutted out like a soldier at attention.

She chuckled, and blew warm air at his dick.

Henry shivered at the sensation.

She licked off the precum on the tip of his length. With one swift move, she took his whole length into

her mouth.

"Uhhh!!! So good!" Henry groaned as he gripped her hair tightly.

She brought him out, and spit some saliva on his dick.

Her spittle ran down the sides of his dick, and she rubbed her hands on his dick.

Henry closed his eyes in pleasure, as he muttered gibberish.

Quinn ran her tongue slowly over its cap, and sucked on it.

'Fuckkk... Don't torture me like this." Henry groaned.

Quinn grinned mischievously. She dutifully took him fully into her mouth, as she began dry humping

him.

"Uhh... Yeah, just like that!" He opened his eyes slowly, and he saw Quinn as she watched his

expression.

She made a gagging sound, and poured some spittle on his dick again...

...........

"That felt so good.... Why don't I return the favor?" Henry smirked.

"No...." She said calmly.

"And why not?" Henry asked in confusion.

Quinn got up from her kneeling position, and licked off the lingering cum at the corners of her lips.

She drew closer to him, and bending her head, she captured his taut nipple.

Henry stifled a groaned. But then, she raised her head and looked at him,

"Because I want you to fuck me, now." Quinn whispered.

"Why don't you say; 'you want me to make love to you' instead?" Henry shook his head helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, does it? Besides, I prefer using 'fuck' instead. I like the vulgar sound of it." Quinn

replied.

"Alright then. Since my beautiful wife has requested for something, who I'm I to deny her what she

wants?" He turned her around, making her place her hands on the bathroom walls.

She arched her back, and stuck out her ass towards him. Henry positioned himself behind her, and

thrust his index and middle finger into her wet core.

"Mmmm..." Quinn moaned.

He twirled his fingers in her pussy, producing a slurpy sound.

"I want your cock, not your fucking fingers, Henry." Quinn said impatiently.

Henry chuckled, as he pulled out his fingers from her pussy.

He rubbed her juices over his dick, and without warning, he entered her.

"Yea.... Mmmm.." Quinn stuck out her ass further.

Grabbing her thin waist, Henry began slamming into her wet pussy. Their colliding bodies produced a

pounding sound.

"You like it, don't you?" Henry grunted as squeezed her twin peaches from behind.

"Uhh....yeah... I fucking like it...." Quinn couldn't explain the feeling of ecstasy which she was feeling at

that moment.

Henry pulled out, and with one hard thrust, he impaled her again.

"Fuck that!!!! Uhhh...." Quinn moaned loudly.

Henry turned her around, making her back collide with the cold bathroom wall. She shivered at the

contact.

He raised one of her legs up, and entered her again....

................

"I love you." Quinn closed her eyes to sleep.

"I love you too, sweetheart." Henry patted her head.

They were both lying on the bed. They were exhausted from the intense 'exercise' they had.