Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 164: Make Up Night

Victoria’s POV

"What’s wrong?" Sheila ask as I nervously turned on my phone.

"Lots of missed calls from him. I’m sure he is so worried now. "

"Oh, yea, Jordan turned off your phone earlier."

"Yeah, and I forgot to turn on my phone a while ago."

"Do you think he’ll get mad at you?" Sheila asked while driving.

"Maybe, I’ve never come home at this time and didn’t let him know."

"Do you want me to talk to Jackson so he won’t get mad at you? I’ll explain to him. "

"No, it’s fine, it might get worse. I’ll take care of it. I’m sure he’ll listen to me. I didn’t do anything wrong when we were at the club. "

"Right. So you better relax, everything will be fine. "

"I hope so."

When we got to my house Sheila dropped me off near the parking area of the house. I said goodbye to her and went inside the house. When I opened the door I saw Jackson. And I could see in his face the disappointment to see me at this point; he came up to me and smelled me. I knew he smell the alcohol.

I could feel the disappointment in every word in his mouth and there was frustration and anger. I try to explain to him but I know in myself that I was wrong. I don’t want to lose my husband. I don’t want him to leave me. He continued to speak while I explained. He stared at me for a moment and I couldn’t help myself already so I cried. He hugged me right away and tried to calm me down. I thought it was the end of our relationship, fortunately, he explained to me everything. After our conversation, I said that I had a surprise for him so that I could at least make something for him. I remember the card Jordan gave me, I’m sure he’ll be glad the moment he finds out he might have a new client.

"Be my slave tonight," Jackson said to me as we kissed in the living room. He is already half-naked, he looks like he has taken off his clothes a while ago and he also looks tipsy because of the alcohol.

"Okay, master. I will be your slave tonight," I replied and started kissing again.

There is a table in the middle of our living room he positioned me and we removed our clothes.

Before I could settle down, Jackson immediately kissed me. He stroked me and began to pinch my chest as well.

I feel that he is very lustful with me tonight. His whole body was getting hot.

He took off all my clothes and laid my upper body on the table. He put it on me and slapped my ass.

He stopped as he looked away until he saw a handkerchief.

"Stay there. I will be mad when you leave there. " He walked away and picked up the handkerchief then later he came back in front of me.

He tied the handkerchief in my mouth.

"Don’t even try to remove it, my beloved slave."

"Yes, master." I just closed my eyes and he inserted his big manhood in my honey pot.

With the force of his blow to me, I felt that the table was already shaking. Jackson doesn’t care about this and his manhood just keeps coming out of my honey pot.

He put his finger on me and then stroked it as if my honey pot was the only thing left in the world.

I couldn’t stop myself to moan.

Jackson kept going.

"Yes, my beloved slave. I’ll make you cum even harder. Take it all out of me, " he said.

His big manhood is still coming out of me. It also varies in timing and direction. There are also a few times that he will take it out in full and quickly finish the session with me.

It feels good.

He seemed to be about to cum when he suddenly changed our position. He threw me on the table and came inside me backward. Jackson’s every thrust to me was full.

I loved to scream to let him know how good he was doing to me but the handkerchief tie in my mouth. My jaw hurts a bit because of this.

Jackson continued what he was doing until he came out of me. He continued to plunge into my honey pot until his manhood softened.

He kiss me again and removed the handkerchief from my mouth.

"Sorry. Does it hurt? "He asked me.

I nodded. "My jaw hurts."

"Sorry." He kissed both my jaws and helped me stand up. We walked over to the bed and lay down.

I close my eyes to the extreme intensity of what Jackson did to me. I think our make love is that intense today. I mean he’s good in bed but this night was weird because maybe we both drank.

"That was good," he smiled.

"Yea, it was, "I replied

"I told you. I learned a lot from Ms. Cathy. "

"Yea, I see that."

"Now, tell me. Do we do correctly what you read in the novels? " Jackson asked me.

"Yes, actually you’re better."

"Really?"

"Yes, honey."

"That’s good then. But I am reminding you, this will be only temporary, not a permanent set-up."

"I know honey. Don’t worry about it. "

"Okay, great. Let’s go to sleep now. "

"Okay, honey. I love you. "

"I love you too. Good night. "

It was only a matter of time before Jackson fell asleep while I can’t sleep. No matter what I tried I still couldn’t sleep so I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to drink some water. After I drank the water I went to the living room and I saw the clothes Jackson and I had left, as well as the handkerchief, his wine glass and his phone. I picked them up and put them in the right place. Then, I entered our room again, when I was about to put his phone on the side table of our room I accidentally touched his screen and I saw his call log history. In his first call history, I saw the name of Ms. Garcia. I frowned when I saw it and looked at my sleeping husband. I don’t know but I was suddenly getting nervous at what I found out.