The Billionaire 3: Tyron Cruz

Isabella pushed him away and took a step backwards.

“Don’t be full of yourself, Mister!” Isabella firmly said making Tyron smirk.

“You are into me, Isabella.” He said as he took a step towards her, making her took other steps away from him.

“No, I’m not.” She said as she stops when her lower limbs felt the bed at her back.

“You are, and you can’t stop it.” He said grinning ear to ear as he approaches her.

Isabella’s heart hammers in her chest, reminding herself that she’s unprepared for the moment. She didn’t know that Tyron would come home tonight.

“W-what do you want?” Isabella asked.

“I want you to touch me, and not run away from me, Isabella.” Tyron said making her blink her eyes. “Stop fighting with your desire, wife. You’ve been eating me alive with your eyes when I opened the bathroom door.” He added making her bit her lower lip. “You look at me like you’re shopping for something you can’t afford.” He added making her flustered.

“It’s because I can’t really afford you.” Isabella answered as her eyes roamed over his rounded shoulders, his chiselled abs and narrow hips.

“You’re doing it again, wife.” Tyron chuckled as he grabs her hand. “It is not wrong to touch your husband, wife.” He added.

Isabella stare into his eyes. His expression is confident, and mixed with something predatory. Isabella is fighting her urge to touch him but her hand betrayed her.

With trembling hands, she slowly touches his ab muscles with the tips of her first three fingers. Slowly, she brushes along the second bump, then she run her index finger around his belly button.

“Damn, Isabella!” Tyron grunted.

Heat courses through her whole body, making her blush, trying to avoid checking the front of his sweatpants but failed. She slowly bit her lips as she remembers the night they shared during their wedding night.

Isabella looked at Tyron and saw it in his expression that he is just controlling his posture.

Without a word, Tyron loops an arm around her waist and pulls her against his body capturing her lips before she could even react.

The kiss is brief but it is enough to awaken all the muscle in her body. Tyron’s kiss is firm and it seems like he’s been wanting for it to happen the moment he saw his wife again after two long months. He nudges his wife’s mouth open with his lips before entering her mouth with his tongue.

of his kisses, grabbing hold of his

another moan as his hands run up and down to her frame, tender and

tingling sensation cascading down to her spine. His hands slide up her legs, lifting the robe on the way and with one hand, he tugs down her

nipples hardening beneath his touch and only wanting more and she felt like she is his clay—molded

soft kisses and hard nips that

digs her

his sexy and husky voice looking straight to her

wrap her arms on his neck pulling him for a

top of the bed as he presses

throughout her body. She cannot help but to lose herself in his touch, a pressure rising

erect just beneath his pants. She cannot help not to blush when she remembered how he takes her during their

away, she reaches her palm along the front of his pants, letting the bulge fill her palm making

and pulled down his

“What are you pl—ahh.”

it with her tongue and before he can utter another word, Isabella shove his boxers down and take him full in her mouth. She can feel his body shudder against her with every stroke and flick of her tongue.

Bella! Where did you learn that?” Tyron groaned as his hands grabs her hair, curling into a fist as she moves herself into motions and

and harder, nearing the brink. He tried to pull away but she firmly grabs him, continuing what she is doing

Tyron cursed staring down at her. “Where in the world did you learn that?” He asked making her blink and fully registered

where she learned it, she acted on impulse; she acted under the influence of being drunk on his kisses and the heat of passion in their bedroom. “I… uh…” She

looking at his flustered wife, what she did was unexpected, he knew that she is inexperience with this kind of things but she made

her down in the bed, he is on top of her and presses his lips to hers once more as his hands trails across her bare legs. With gentle hands, he slides along his wife’s inner thigh, making her shudder as

the way…” Tyron whispered as he tears her panty

he only smirk and tease her wet clit with his thumb, making her moan in anticipation and he begins to rub in slow and

doing to me?” Isabella asked, moaning

tease his thump across her clit, with his finger still

she feels herself nearing the brink. “Tyron…” Isabella moaned as she stares deep into his eyes with passion. And with a final shudder,

making Tyron laugh but he still obliged and presses a lasting kiss to her lips. His tongue massages hers in a

as I still can control myself not to…”

fully erect shaft making him groan. “You made me crave for you so don’t hold