Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 32 I’ll Make You Like It Even More!

"You like it?" Luke asked in a low voice before picking her up from the bench in one go, his actions rough and hurried.

She flew from the bench, her body crashing into a wall of flesh that then held her captive.

It took her a while to realize that she had fallen into that man's firm embrace.

'Til make you like it even more!" With those words, Luke pressed her against the glass window in the cabin again. High up in the air, he kissed her tender and rosy lips.

The soft and cool sensation was plastered against her skin.

"Mm..." She felt him suck on her lips.

Driven by his temptation, she reached out her arms to hug his sturdy waist...

When he felt the woman in his arms reach closed toward him, he opened his thin lips and guided her along.

Bianca's fair little hands first held the man's waist, then they climbed onto the man's broad and strong shoulders. Her body reacted honestly; it was clear that she really liked this powerful male body.

Her little tongue slipped into his overbearing mouth, and they locked into each other, venting their own desires and need.

It was only when she was gasping for air that he finally let go of her lips slightly. The next second, though, she raised her head a little, and the man's warm moist lips approached her ears instead.

Luke's breath was scalding on his lips, and he pressed them against her petite earlobe...

"Mm..." Bianca could not help a moan.

Her pretty face was flushed with lust. Before she knew it, the man's clothes looked even more unkempt than hers. The hem of his shirt had been pulled out of his pants, and only four of his buttons remained intact.

As the man licked and sucked on her earlobe, as he nibbled on every inch of her skin from her neck to her collar and beyond, she felt ecstasy, her body trembling.

The man’s steady heartbeat, his gradually labored breathing, his slender waist, his firm pecs, all of them were lethal knives that killed the last of her rationality.

"Give me..." she cried out shamelessly. 1

Her tears balanced on her lashes. She was this close to crying.

Luke bit her beautiful collarbone gently.

hand on the back of her head and reached his other hand to his belt, undoing

Bam!

bounced out

even hurt when it hit

"Bzzt bzzt bzzt-"

at exactly the wrong

the woman's constantly

The phone rang again.

gave the caller ID a

It was Jason Doyle.

simply tossed the phone behind his head, letting it fall onto the floor. He then lowered his head and kissed those moist pleading eyes, his large hand caressing every

The phone rang again.

hand and his deeply frowning brow in the other. He had lost track of how many times he had

it eight times, nine

Finally, someone picked up!

at the hotel, then we sent the

Luke's voice was like a

Jason’s head. "If she does,

was early summer right now, but Jason felt like there was a sword held against his throat. The back

doctor over." After a long pause,

On the Ferris wheel.

stayed a certain distance away from

feeling desperately empty, so

burned." Luke knew that Jason was by no means

Bianca began to sob.

It felt bad.

It felt so horrible!

at least another twenty minutes to arrive at

as she wept. His usually stone- cold heart softened all of a sudden.

mean he could not help her

lips covered her soft,

"Mm... Mm..."

saved. The heat gathered in her body transformed into her scalding hot breath, blowing

rough hand held her soft skin once

in the knees, her mind