Married To The Playboy

Chapter 30- Achilles of her life

Jan's voice was low and husky as he spoke, his eyes burning with desire. "I like your undergarments, Sanem. That sound they make while I tear them is heaven."

Sanem's eyes fluttered closed as Jan's words sent shivers down her spine. She felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of fear as he reached for her.

As Jan's hand connected with her skin, Sanem moaned, her body arching towards him. The sound of her undergarments tearing was like music to her ears, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

Jan's spankings were gentle at first, but soon increased in intensity, leaving Sanem breathless and wanting more. She felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body responding to Jan's touch.

"Oh, Jan," Sanem whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jan's response was a low growl, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and contour. "You're mine, Sanem," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "Forever mine."

Sanem couldn't resist any longer, she pushed him on the chair, her eyes filled with lust as she hastily started unzipping his pants. He smiled and caressed her face as she pulled down his jeans. She started sucking his thigh, and Jan growled with pleasure.

Sanem took off his undergarment, holding his cock and said, "I need more and more beautiful children from you." Jan couldn't believe how bold and seductive Sanem was being, and he loved every second of it. He unclasped her bra as she started sucking his cock, taking it all in and moaning with pleasure.

Sanem then rode him, her hips moving in rhythm with his as they both reached for the stars. Jan couldn't help but say, "How much do you want me?" He then grabbed Sanem's phone and dialed Yigit's number. Yigit was Sanem's ex-boyfriend, a man who had caused her nothing but pain and heartache.

Jan handed the phone to Sanem and said, "Tell him what a fucking bastard he is. Let him hear as you cum on my dick over the phone." Sanem hesitated for a moment, but then she took the phone and did as she was told. 

"I would be the best husband to you and the best father to our babies," he said, his voice gnashed with desire. "And you should never entertain the thought of leaving me."

Sanem nervously reached for his face, her fingers trembling as he grasped her hand and kissed it ferociously. She gulped, trying to find the words to respond, but all she could do was gasp as he repeated his question.

"Am I enough for you?" He asked, thrusting himself deeper inside her. "Have you seen any better man than me?"

She couldn't reply, her voice caught in her throat as she felt him hit her inside, filling her up with a warmth that she couldn't deny. He smirked, satisfied with her silence.

"Then call yigit and tell him he is a bastard and how much you hate him," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Tell him not to meddle between you and me."

She shook her head, trying to clear the haze of pleasure that he had put her in. She reached for his phone, her hands still trembling. Yigit picked up on the other line.