Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Letta stepped down from the bed and stood before Marco, who was now gazing at every inch of her body. Marco smiled as if proud of the artwork he had painted on Letta's body.

"Don't look at me like that," Letta said, causing Marco to shrug as if indifferent.

"What's the problem? I'm just looking at my own wife's body," Marco said, making her roll her eyes lazily.

"Come here," Letta said, finally making Marco sit right by the bedside, and Letta immediately knelt.

"Now I know what my wife is about to do," Marco said, making Letta smile.

"I will do what just became your game," Letta said as she reached out her hand and undid the belt of Marco's pants before slowly unbuttoning them. Marco remained silent, watching what Letta was about to do. Marco could see how Letta struggled to swallow her saliva. Even though it hadn't fully emerged, she seemed prepared. Marco just grinned, observing his wife's cute behavior.

"If you're afraid, you don't have to force it," Marco said, sounding like a taunt, making Letta shake her head.

"Why should I be afraid?" Letta replied, making Marco unable to hold back his smile.

"You might not be afraid, but you might not make an effort to bring it out. My intimacy won't be able to stand on its own if you don't help it come out," Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes at his straightforward words. Letta tried to help, even though it already felt very hard from the outside, let alone when Marco would really bring it out. Letta knew the only way to play with it was to see it directly.

Marco touched Letta's face. "You look surprised. Come on, this isn't the first time you've seen mine, is it?" Marco said, making Letta sigh in annoyance.

"Can you stop commenting on me all the time? I might just change my mind. Even gathering this courage took a lot of effort," Letta said, making Marco chuckle.

"Alright then, I'm ready to accept my wife's wild game," Letta said, making Marco gasp as his intimacy touched Letta's soft lips. Marco leaned in a little, holding his intimacy, causing him to groan.

"Just with this gentle touch, I'm already powerless to hold it back," Marco said, making Letta see how Marco's gaze was starting to change. His sharp and firm eyes began to look very demanding, especially when Letta brought her face closer and placed the tip of Marco's intimacy on her soft lips, causing Marco to tilt his head.

"Yes, like that, deeper," Marco said, making Letta struggle a bit to take it into her mouth. Even both sides of her face felt very sore, and Letta couldn't imagine how Marco's intimacy could possibly fit entirely into hers. Several times, Letta seemed overwhelmed and released it, but it didn't diminish the extraordinary sensation for Marco. Marco could truly feel how warm his intimacy was inside Letta's mouth, until finally, he couldn't bear to see Letta struggling a bit to bend her body and also play with his intimacy.

"Yes, you've tried enough to play with it, now come here," Marco said, making Letta look at him with a questioning gaze.

"Why don't you like it?" Letta asked, realizing that she might not be as skilled as others out there who could satisfy her husband, but Marco shook his head.

"Just you bringing my intimacy to your lips makes me unable to hold myself back, let alone in the way you did earlier. I just don't want you to keep bowing in front of me, so stand up, sit on my lap," Marco said, helping Letta slowly get up from her seat, now shifting onto Marco's lap.

"We'll do it like this, it's better," Marco said, finally starting to help Letta lift her body a bit, placing his intimacy on Letta's, before pushing it in. Letta widened her eyes as Marco's intimacy entered hers perfectly. It truly could fit entirely into hers, making Letta sure that something extraordinary was happening, especially when she started moving her body on Marco's lap, and Marco tried to help Letta by holding her waist. Letta could only gasp as Marco slowly thrust into her, but very deeply.

"If it's uncomfortable, just say so," Marco said, making Letta nod. Of course, Letta thoroughly enjoyed a position like this. She could see how Marco's eyes were directly facing her, making Letta finally moan while continuing to move her body, pressing her lips against Marco's, kissing him passionately. Likewise, Marco played with both of her sensitive sides. They seemed to satisfy each other. Letta could feel her intimacy tightening, just as Marco's was being consumed more fiercely by Letta, making Marco aware that Letta would soon reach her release again. Marco finally laid Letta down to ensure their position wouldn't endanger the baby in Letta's womb, propping Letta's body up with a few pillows. Marco began to take over the game.

Moving in sync, Marco felt Letta gripping anything around her, sensing that his intimacy was about to bring him release once more. As Marco thrust deeply, Letta arched again, her body trembling intensely. Marco sped up his movements and released all the fluid within him. He could only gaze at Letta with a racing breath. His wife's body, now drenched in sweat, looked stunning before Marco withdrew his intimacy, took a small towel nearby, and helped Letta clean up. Marco didn't know that Letta's intimacy would continue to look as enticing, with the fluid still trickling out. He continued to assist Letta in cleaning up. While Letta tried to normalize her breath, allowing Marco to take over everything, she opened her eyes, gazing at Marco who was now looking at her with a warm smile.

"So, do you still want to go to the casino?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head.

"I'm very tired," Letta said, making Marco sigh. Marco's smile then pulled Letta back onto his lap.

"Then rest some more. I won't be long either when I come back," Marco said, making Letta nod.

"Yes, I'll just rest," Letta said, making Marco finally leave for the bathroom to clean himself, while Letta, without the slightest protest, let Marco do whatever he wanted to her.