Love With My Billionaire Boss

Your identity doesn't matter

Quinn walked into the living room, alongside Avie. There was no one in the living room. Where was Henry? "President, I'll take my leave first." Avie politely bowed and left the living room. Quinn sighed as she sat on the couch. She heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs, but she didn't bother opening her eyes. "The little princess of the Stones is finally back, isn't she?" Henry mocked as he came to sit beside her. "Where else do you want her to go?" Quinn retorted. She opened her eyes to fully stare at him. "That's her business. Have you reconsidered my request?" Henry stared at her intently. "What request are you talking about?" Quinn avoided his gaze. "You know what I'm talking about. So don't pretend." Henry hissed sharply. "Mr Henry, I believe Emelda is my daughter. I decide whether you get to see her or not. And my decision is , no..." Quinn headed up the stairs to avoid further conversation. But Henry was swifter than her, "Not so fast." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. Quinn was pulled into his embrace. *What are you doing, Mr Henry?" She hit his chest roughly. She wasn't ready for any of his games. "I have something to tell you, Quinn. Maybe you haven't realized, but I like you." Henry's gaze was dark. "And how is that my business?" Quinn's voice sounded indifferent. "What I'm trying to say, is that you can't hide from me. You can't escape from my clutches." Henry vowed. Quinn could feel her heart beating fast. However, she quickly smothered the feeling. He clearly said he liked her. But he didn't love her. How was she to waste her time on someone like that? "That's very nice to hear, can I go now?" Quinn struggled again. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

However, she couldn't break free from his grip. "Come to think of it, ever since we started fucking each other, we haven't done it on the couch. What do you think?" Henry had a mischievous look on his face. He was hinting at something. "I'm sorry, Mr Henry. I don't have sex with strangers." Quinn rolled her eyes. "Really? Then who usually fucks me at night?" Henry taunted. "I don't know what you are talking about." As Quinn made to push Henry away, her hand mistakenly brushed his rock hard length. Henry stifled a moan, as his eyes darkened. He dragged Quinn towards the couch, and pushed her roughly on it. "What the he-" Quinn's words stuck in her throat. Her eyes widened. 'This jerk.' Within minutes, Henry was already naked. He stood to his full height without any shame whatsoever. Quinn turned her face slightly, as her face turned crimson. "Don't tell me, you are shy? What part of me have you not seen before?" Henry smirked mischievously. Quinn tried getting up from the couch, but Henry pushed her back. "Where do you think you are going, Miss Stone?" He changed his method of addressing her to 'Miss Stone'. "So you now remember that I am a Stone, don't you?" Quinn narrowed her eyes. "I don't care about your identity. I'm going to fuck you whatever way I want." Henry said seductively. He roughly raised Quinn's dress, revealing her thong. He swiftly shifted that aside. Without warning, he thrust his fingers into her wet pussy. "Ummm..." She moaned softly. He twirled his fingers in her hole, as it made a sloppy sound. She was fucking wet. In and out, his fingers went into her pussy. He increased his pace making Quinn squirm.

"Yea.... Just like that Henry..." She subconsciously spread her legs wider to give him more access to her hole. Henry watched her beautifully shaped pussy as his fingers thrust into her. Every inch of her was beautiful.... He soon pulled his fingers out, and held out towards Quinn's mouth. "Taste yourself." Quinn obliged. She grabbed his fingers and put it slowly into her mouth. Ever so slowly, she licked and sucked his fingers. "Aaah...." Henry closed his eyes at the sweet feeling of her warm mouth on his fingers. His shaft was getting harder. He needed to fuck her. And quickly too! He tore off her thong roughly and lowered his mouth towards her pussy lips. Pushing out his tongue, he delved it into her hole. "Urggh...Fuck!" Quinn pushed her head back and clutched at the sides of the couch. Henry licked and sucked at her pussy, till she began shaking uncontrollably on the couch. The pleasure was out of this world! He climbed unto her body in all nakedness, and captured her lips. He delved into her mouth and intertwined his tongue with hers. Quinn wrapped her hands around his neck. They continued kissing, till both of them were breathless. Quinn looked into his eyes with a sensual look. She wanted his cock! Yeah, she needed him to fuck her. She didn't know when the obsession for his body started. But all she knew was that, she was getting addicted to the sex he was giving her everyday. "Say you want it." Henry whispered close to her ears. His warm breath tickled her. "I want you to fuck me." Her words were direct, revealing how aroused she was at that moment. She adjusted her position beneath him. As she shifted, her pussy brushed against his hard dick. "Fuck, Quinn." He grabbed her breasts through her dress and kneaded them roughly.

"Umm...." Her soft moans were like music to Henry's ears. "You like it?" He continued his assault on her breasts. Quinn nodded with misty eyes, unable to say a word. Her brain was muddled.... "Do you want me to fuck you now? Hmm?" Henry was obviously teasing her. He was trying to hold himself back. He wanted to tease her a little... Quinn didn't respond; she moved her hands and grabbed his dick softly. "Holy moly..." Henry breathed... That was the push he needed. He grabbed her mischievous hands and placed them above her head. She tried moving, but his voice stopped her, "Be still."