My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 353 - 355: Ashton Heath, You’re Shameless

Chapter 353: Chapter 355: Ashton Heath, You’re Shameless

So, her reaction just now was normal.

Any woman would turn into a female pervert at that moment.

You can’t blame her.

The man’s attitude after being satisfied is particularly good, holding Joanna Lawrence, like a treasure, in his arms, and looking down at the girl curled up in his arms, not daring to raise her head to look at him, his sexy thin lips curled up in pleasure.

He opened his mouth, his voice husky and darkly sexy, "Baby, there’s nothing to be shy about. We’re husband and wife, everything we do is normal. I like you, that’s why I allowed you to do that."

"If you want, I can do the same for you."

"I don’t want that!"

Joanna Lawrence lay in his arms, her voice muffled, "You lied to me, I’ll never trust you again."

He promised it wouldn’t take long, but... this time it took even longer than last time.

He’s such a liar.

A low, sexy laughter came from above her head.

Ashton Heath looked at her still flushed face, tender and pink like a ripe peach, irresistible and making people want to take a bite. He lifted her up and gently placed her on the bed, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

Deep, dark eyes filled with tender affection, "I didn’t want to lie to you either, I wanted it to be faster too. But ’it’ wouldn’t listen to me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. So, why don’t you talk to ’it’, tell ’it’ to be a little more well-behaved next time, and not to be so willful."

Joanna Lawrence raised her head, her curious, black and moist eyes blinked, "Who is ’it’?"

The smile on the corner of Ashton Heath’s lips became ambiguous, "You just played with ’it’ for so long, and you don’t recognize it?"

Joanna Lawrence was stunned for a few seconds, looking into his teasing dark eyes and suddenly realized.

In an instant, her face was covered in a layer of blush.

Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, she glared at the man in front of her, "Ashton Heath, you, you hooligan!"

The man calmly admitted, "Yes, I’m a hooligan. Baby, I’ve never wanted to be a gentleman in front of you."

He only wanted to be a hooligan with her.

Joanna Lawrence, "..."

Her hand was now sore, even just moving her fingers hurt. Looking at the culprit in front of her, she was angry and cursed, "Ashton Heath, you have no shame."

"Yes, I have no shame." The man nodded, agreeing.

What’s the point of having shame in front of one’s wife?

If he cared about shame, could he have enjoyed those benefits just now?

In Ashton Heath’s view, whether to have shame or not depends on the person.

Having shame with his wife is an idiotic behavior.

Joanna Lawrence, "..."

After Ashton Heath heartily admitted that he was a hooligan and had no shame, she found out that she seemed to have no way to deal with him anymore.

Scold him, and he won’t care at all.

Not only did he not care, the corner of his lips still hooked a charming and enchanting smile, shamelessly releasing charm towards her, "Baby, a man being too fast isn’t necessarily a good thing. You think it’s not good now because you haven’t yet discovered the benefits of endurance. Later on, you’ll understand that lasting longer is better."

"At that time, if I really am too fast, you’ll blame me."

That night was her first time.

And it happened when she was drunk.

She didn’t even remember him, let alone what it felt like when they were entwined that night.

No wonder she complained that he wasn’t fast enough.

In that aspect, she only had that one night of experience, and naturally, there were many things she didn’t understand.