My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

These past few days have been filled with ups and downs, leaving Janet’s thoughts in disarray. Before drifting off to sleep, she pondered over Vivi’s tragic end and sighed. “She was just a young girl, deserving of a promising future, but instead ended up in such a regrettable circumstance…”

Enfolding Janet in his arms, Brandon. gently caressed her silky hair and let out a sigh. “Janet, your kindness knows. no bounds. Even after Vivi’s repeated attempts to sabotage you, you held no resentment and continued probing into her car accident’s truth. And now, you’re still concerned for her, despite her demise.” Janet forced a smile and confessed, “I just couldn’t shake the heaviness in my heart.”

Brandon softly reassured her, “Get some rest now. A good night’s sleep will help soothe everything.”

“I can’t seem to drift off,” Janet murmured, nestling against Brandon’s strong, comforting chest.

Suddenly, Brandon’s tone became playful and suggestive as he lifted Janet’s

“Then perhaps we should engage in an activity that will help lull you to sleep. It’ll distract your wandering thoughts.”

“What?” Before Janet could fully react, she found his weight bearing down on her as he rolled on top.

“Brandon” Janet blurted out, her lovely face flushed with a blend of indignation and embarrassment as she glared at him. Brandon beamed cheekily and bent down to kiss her.

His lips passionately enveloped hers, encouraging her to respond in kind. The kiss was a delicate blend of softness and intensity, carrying a fervid urgency.

radiating from Brandon’s body made him seem like a ferocious beast, tightly

passionate assault, his hands not remaining idle. He gave a firm tug on Janet’s straps, and with her soft

hardened

in Brandon’s body intensified, and he found himself desiring more than just kisses and caresses.

mouth opened slightly as he drew one of

as she

weren’t sated. After indulging in the delights above, his lips and tongue started venturing downwards,

to rest at the sensitive spot nestled between

instinctively as she murmured in a hushed

“Don’t…”

her protests,

sweet pink garden blossomed.

he leaned in, his mouth unwavering as

swirled to Janet’s sensitive spots, sometimes adding pressure and inducing a powerful reaction from

arousal began to build, occasionally spilling over.

leading her to gasp,