Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 19 BLAIRE The luxurious car droppedoff at the lobby of a hotel that stood in stark contrast to the one we had visited earlier that day. While equally elegant and opulent, this establishment held its own unique charm. As I gracefully entered the building, the plush surroundings exuding an air of exclusivity, my phone vibrated, signaling an incoming call. It was him. “Hi, I’m in the lobby. I’m going up now,” I greeted him as I answered the call. “I’m on the eighth floor,” he informed me, his voice carrying a note of excitement. THE “Oh, I responded, a touch of surprise coloring my voice. “But the restaurant is on the top floor.” A revelation followed his next words: “I booked us a room. I asked them to prepare a table here.” A smile crept across my face as I realized the extent of my husband’s romantic intentions. I chuckled, appreciating his insatiable desire to create memorable moments. “Okay, I’ll be heading to the elevator now.” However, his next directive caughtoff guard. “Take the stairs, he commanded, his tone surprisingly serious. My confusion bubbled forth as I questioned, “You’re kidding, right?” “No, I’m not,” he replied with unwavering seriousness. “B-But why…” I began to inquire, only to be abruptly cut off. “Stop with questions, and do as I say, Blaire. You’ll figure it out why,” he stated before decisively ending the call. Annoyed and hesitant, I hesitated for a moment before relenting and opting for the stairs, following his unconventional command. As I was looking for the emergency stairs, a man in a suit approached me. “This way, ma’am,” he said before leading the way. He opened the door for me, and once I got inside, he stood outside the door as if he were guarding it.

As I started going up the stairs, my steps echoed through the staircase as I ascended, each footfall resonating with a mix of frustration and curiosity. Yet, with every flight, the reason behind his directive slowly unraveled. 1/6 09:04 Mon, 22 Jan Chapter 19 The rhythmic movement of climbing stairs induced an unexpected sensation between my legs caused by the thing that I was wearing. “Aaaahhh…fck,” I whispered to myself as the growing pleasure became increasingly difficult to ignore. Gripping the handrail tightly, I continued my ascent, the journey transforming into a sensual adventure. Midway through, an unexpected surprise awaited me. A discreet device tucked between my legs suddenly vibrated, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my b*dy. “Oooohh…sh*t!” I involuntarily exclaimed, attempting to maintain composure. Squeezing my legs tightly, I felt an exquisite vulnerability overtaking me, and my weakened legs sought support from the steadfast handrail.

The revelation hitlike a sudden burst of electricity-his directive went beyond the mere act of reaching the eighth floor. There was a deliberate intention behind his command, and the stairs were not just a means to an end; they were an unexpected journey into the realm of heightened sensations. As I ascended the staircase, the discreet device nestled be my legs continued its clandestine operation. The vibrations persisted, their intensity amplifying with each step I took. Climbing up became a delicate dance between maintaining composure and succumbing to the mounting pleasure that surged through me. With every floor that passed beneath my feet, the sensations grew stronger, the device seemingly attuned to the rhythm of my ascent. The device, vibrating in tandem with my movements, transformed the mundane act of climbing stairs into a sensual experience. As the eighth floor approached, the anticipation mingled with a heightened awareness of the vibrations between my legs. I reached the last floor. I opened the door, and there he was waiting forwith a

mischievous grin on his lips. “You did great, my love,” he said before snaking his arms around my waist and dipping his head to claim my lips in a passionate k*ss. Our lips continued their dance as we tried to navigate our way towards our room. without breaking our k*ss. I had lost all the rationality in my head the moment I took that step from the ground. The moment the door closed behind us, I quickly started. undressing him. He chuckles, “We should have dinner first,” he suggested. “Fck the dinner,” I answered seriously as I continued to remove his clothes. “But didn’t we chere for that?” He said it innocently, as if he had no idea why I’m acting like this. “If you really wanted to, you shouldn’t have madetake the stairs,” I said, squinting my eyes at him. 09:05 Mon, 22 Janta Chapter 19 “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, acting innocently. “You perfectly know what you did there, Sebastian!” 49% “You mean,” he said with an innocent face as he raised his arm with a phone in his hand. I frowned, not knowing exactly what he meant by that. But when he started pressing something on his phone, the device insidestarted to vibrate again. “Aaaaahhhhh…holy fck!” I screamed in pleasure as I kneeled on the ground when my legs started to betray me.. Without missing a beat, he effortlessly liftedfrom the floor and gently depositedonto the bed, where the rhythmic vibrations of the vibrator continued their blissful dance. A gulp bed. Wipedas I observed him retrieve a chair, positioning it at the foot of the a gentle push, I settled against the headboard, my breaths coming out in erratic, heavy waves. The device persisted in its tantalizing endeavors, casting an intimate ambiance over the room. His every move seemed deliberate as he took a seat on the chair, crossing his legs with an air of self-

assurance. His gaze bore into mine, intense and focused, creating a magnetic connection that heightened the anticipation in the room. The vibrations continued their sensual melody, echoing through the air as I navigated the waves of pleasure. The atmosphere beccharged with an undeniable tension, accentuated by his unwavering stare. I could feel the heat rising within me–a potent mix of desire and the unknown. Silence hung between us, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the device. His gaze spoke volumes, conveying a silent understanding of the unspoken desires coursing through the room. The chair creaked softly as he shifted his position, his eyes never straying from mine. As I continued to succumb to the captivating rhythm, he broke the silence with a teasing comment: “Enjoying the show?” His voice, laced with playfulness, added another layer of intimacy to the charged atmosphere. A shy smile tugged at my lips as I responded, “You certainly know how to make an entrance.” His chuckle reverberated through the room, and he leaned forward, maintaining eye. contact. “Remove your pants,” he ordered once again. The air in the room thickened with an electrifying tension as I delicately slid down my pants. With a swift motion, I tossed my pants toward him, watching as he effortlessly 09:05 Mon, 22 Jan R Chapter 19 caught them in his grasp. 49% A sly smirk crept across his face, and he brought the delicate fabric closer to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering essence with unabashed intensity. The simple act of him reveling in the scent sent a jolt through the room, igniting a palpable heat that settled in the pit of my stomach. My throat tightened as a dry sensation enveloped me. The atmosphere crac kled with a mix of desire and arousal, creating a magnetic pull between us.

“Open your legs widely, I heard him say while I was in the middle of turmoil. Despite my mind being hazy, I still manage to do as he says. The room seemed to pulse with anticipation as he deftly increased the pressure on the vibrator, sending shivers of pleasure racing through my b*dy. My grip on the sheets. tightened, fingers entwined in the fabric as if grounding myself amidst the rising tide of pleasure. The room becan intimate cocoon, enveloped in the melody of desire and the symphony of unabashed moans escaping my lips. As the vibrator continued its bewitching dance, the room beca sanctuary of unrestrained passion, echoing with the undeniable sounds of ecstasy and surrender. Each moan, a testament to the convergence of intimacy and desire, reverberated through the air, capturing the essence of a moment suspended in the intoxicating dance of pleasure. “Oooohhh..fck!” I screamed loudly when he suddenly turned it up to the highest point. My b*dy shivers in too much pleasure, and I can already feel the peak of my Or gasm. “Oohh…yes…more…I want more…” I pleaded as the sweet tingling sensation started to build on top of my belly. I know that it won’t take long before I finally reach my limit. But whenever I’m about to have my release, he will turn it off. “Fck! Ooohh, makeCV!” I yelled. “Beg me,” he said. “Please letcvm…” I begged him. It’s frustrating whenever he turns it up just when I’m about to CVM. Instead of turning it on, he started to undress in front ofuntil he finally revealed his gloriousness. He then crawled onto the bed and nestled in between my legs. “Aaaahhhh!” I moaned loudly when he removed the vibrator inside me. With deliberate intent, he replaced the device with his warm mouth, navigating the contours of my most intimate part. My legs were spread wide, allowing him unhindered access to indulge in the artistry of his oral exploration. The touch of his hard tongue along the delicate folds sent electric waves of pleasure rippling through my entire being. 4/6 字 49%。

Chapter 19 Each skillful flick and caress of his tongue beca symphony of ecstasy, resonating in the room with the harmonious melody of my unabashed moans. My head tossed from side to side on the pillows, unable to contain the pleasure that his expertise unleashed upon me. As he focused on my c l!t, he sucked with an insatiable hunger, his actions mirroring the primal desires of a voracious predator. The sensation was intense, akin to being ensnared in a tempest of pleasure that threatened to unravel the fabric of reality itself. The room, once again, echoed with the symphony of passion as his skilled touch and fervent exploration propelledinto a realm of unbridled bliss. Every subtle. movement of his mouth against my most sensitive areas heightened the crescendo of pleasure, pushingcloser to the precipice of ecstasy. In that intimate space, his touch becan art form, a canvas painted with the vibrant hues of passion and the undulating rhythms of desire. My moans, now more fervent, resonated through the air, a testament to the surrender and intoxication that consumedin the throes of pleasure. “Oooohhh….fck! I’m cvmming…” I screamed loudly as my b*dy started to shiver in 3Cstacy. With one final stroke of his tongue, I reached the peak of myasm. My breaths were labored, and the aftermath of the intense pleasure was still lingering in the air. However, Sebastian showed no inclination to granta respite, determined to plunge us into the next wave of passion. Although I had just experienced the ecstasy of an or gasm, he positioned himself between my legs, poised to once again explore the depths of desire. As he slid his member into my core, a sensation of fullness enveloped me. His substantial length delved into every crevice of my inner being, creating an electrifying connection that transcended the physical realm. A deep, primal moan escaped my lips. as the fusion of our bodies intensified. “Ooohhh…g od!” he moans as he slowly pushes his hips inward. Sebastian, claiming my lips with a fervent k*ss, began the rhythmic dance of thrusting his hips. Each movement was a testament to the unrestrained desire that coursed through both of us, the boundaries between pleasure and passion blurring into an intoxicating symphony.

Our bodies moved in unison, an intricate choreography of lust and connection. The room echoed with the symphony of our shared pleasure, a harmonious melody that resonated with the raw, primal energy of our union. In that intimate space, tseemed to bend to the rhythm of our desires. Sebastian’s thrusts beca declaration of carnal need, and the pleasure that radiated from our entwined bodies painted the room in the hues of an intense and intimate connection. 5/6 09:05 Mon, 22 Jan RE Chapter 19 -0 49% “Yes!…aaaaahh…cvm foragain, baby,” he whispered as his thrust becfaster and faster. “Oh, yes! Ooohh, fckharder!” I moaned loudly. As the intensity built, our breaths becone, a shared cadence echoing the climax of our union. Each thrust brought us closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy, and as our bodies surrendered to the ecstasy of passion, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the burning intensity of our shared desire. 6/6