The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 593 My dad wants to sleep with you too

Elvis lowered his tall and handsome body, one hand cupped the back of her neck, and stroked her soft hair: “It won’t hurt, will it?”

His words were very vague, more like teasing her, teasing his kitten.

The two unnatural blushes on Olive’s charming little face gradually disappeared. Now he is very close. Looking at him from such a close distance, his handsomely carved face was a bit delinquent. She also smelled clean and clear masculinity on him, very fragrant.

To be fair, this is a very attractive, handsome, rich, mature, noble, gallant man and very attractive to

women.

Olive hastily avoided his gaze, reaching out her small white hand to take the cotton swab in his hand, “President Augustine, I won’t bother you. I’ll do it myself.”

She sna tched the cotton swab from his hand and involuntarily grasped his broad hand with her soft, smooth fingers.

Olive froze for a moment as their hands interlocked and held each other.

She hastily wanted to pull out her small hand, but he stretched out his hands and threw her directly onto the large soft bed.

Her beautiful slender back was pressed against the mattress, and before she could get up, her vision went dark, and Elvis pressed down on her.

Two big hands supported her body, he looked at her with fiery eyes, his overbearing tone filled with affection, “You’re injured but you’re not even honest. Are you itchy?”

Olive quickly reached out and pushed him, “President Augustine, I’m itchy. Do you want to treat it?” Elvis’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down, “So do you want me to handle it?” Olive raised her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, pressed against his hard chest, and pushed him away with force, “I’m sorry, Mr. Augustine. I didn’t make an appointment.”

Elvis didn’t budge, and she couldn’t push him away. The man’s tall body was like a wall pressed against hers, his large, clearly articulated hands clutching her trembling little hands to the top of her head. He laughed and said, “Olive, are you playing hard-to-get? Didn’t you ask me to be nice to my son?”

“I like Lil’ Nathan, and he is also my son…”

“So I’m still Lil’ Nathan’s dad, do you like me? Buy one get one free. We’re all yours.”

After saying that, he leaned down and kissed her rosy neck.

pushed him with all her strength, but couldn’t move. Her little hands threaded through his short hair, tugging, “President Augustine, let go.

here, he should be a little

“Leave

brat, he was

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My dad wants to sleep with you

away, when a childish voice

her head and saw that Lil’

them with his big

Olive used her strength to push

This brat always

with displeasure and impatience and refused to

bed, and pushed Elvis with both hands and feet, “Dad, get up quickly.

father and Miss Fairy were doing, but Olive’s soft

her body pretended to

a bit. Push your

Miss Fairy.

pushed Elvis as hard

clearly articulated hand reached to the woman’s beautiful a ss and squeezed it, then he flipped over onto the large

clothes, feeling her a ss being pinched by the man was very hot. If it weren’t for her

Fairy, what’s wrong with my dad?

rising and falling under his thin white shirt. Lifting her head, she

drink alcohol? No, I don’t smell alcohol.” As the little boy spoke, he crawled

in surprise, “Miss Fairy, Dad has

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on her face spread to her snow-white earlobes. She replied, “Lil’ Nathan,

happened to