Page 21 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Eleven
ANDY
B reathless, I lay sprawled on the bed, my heart hammering against my rib cage.
My whole body was tingling, every nerve ending alive and hyper-aware after the earth-shattering release.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it—being fucked in the ass could be this mind-blowingly pleasurable?
My past experiences with bastard Herbert were a far cry from this.
They were all pain, humiliation, and a deep, sickening revulsion. Then again, those were… But this…
With Matt… it was something else entirely.
It was like floating on a cloud, like he unlocked some hidden realm of ecstasy I never knew existed, or whatever poetic nonsense people say when they feel something extraordinary.
Every thrust, every brush of his fingers, set my nerves alight in the most delicious way. It was heavenly.
But I’d be damned if I let that arrogant prick know just how much he rocked my world. I narrowed my eyes at him, aiming to look menacing rather than thoroughly debauched in my post-coital haze.
“You’re a beast,” I snapped, my voice still thick and raspy. “Do that again and you’ll really kill me.”
Matt chuckled, the rich sound sending another shiver down my spine. “I promise you won’t die from an orgasm, pup.” His eyes glinted with amusement and something darker, more possessive.
Scowling, I pushed him away and shifted to get off the bed, needing space to gather myself.
My body still tingled with residual pleasure, but my mind screamed for some semblance of control.
Finally, it was over and I could breathe easy.
The clock showed it was nearly midnight, and I yearned for the sweet release of sleep.
Just as I swung one leg over the edge of the bed, Matt’s arm snaked around my waist and yanked me back onto the mattress. My eyes widened in shock.
“What the?—?”
Matt smiled, a mix of satisfaction and mischief on his gorgeous face. “Where do you think you’re going, darling? We’re not done yet.” Matt’s voice was like honey laced with arsenic, smooth and deadly.
My eyes widened, surprise and shock playing tag on my face. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, finding myself in Matt’s arms again, his grip firm and unyielding. “We just did it. Surely you’re satisfied?”
Matt’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, a dark symphony of amusement and something more primal. “Satisfied? Yes. Sated? Not even close.”
Before I could muster a retort, Matt flipped me onto my back with a swift, effortless motion.
His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, silencing my protests.
My hands shot up to push against his broad shoulders, but it was akin to moving a mountain.
His lips devoured mine, demanding and unrelenting.
The kiss was intense—no, it was consuming.
It felt like he was branding me with every swipe of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.
My mind spun in a whirlpool of sensation, leaving me thoroughly dazed and breathless.
Matt pulled back just enough to murmur against my swollen lips, his eyes sparkling with wicked intent. “You’re so fucking cute.”
My mind barely had time to process his words before he was pushing his massive cock into my ass again.
The sudden invasion made me cry out. “Fuck!” The exclamation tore from my throat as my body shuddered under the overwhelming feeling—hot and hard, filling me completely.
It was intense, almost too much, but my body shuddered and squirmed, yearning for more even as my mind spun in disbelief.
I could feel every inch of him as he thrust into me with deliberate slowness, making me ache for more.
Then he started thrusting hard and fast, each powerful stroke hitting that special spot inside me that had pleasure shooting through my veins like wildfire. My back arched off the bed as each thrust sent me to the moon and back.
“Fuck,” I gasped, squirming beneath him, unable to control the waves of ecstasy that crashed over me with each thrust. My protests dissolved into incoherent moans, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
My hands clutched at his biceps as if they were lifelines, anchoring me in the storm of sensation he unleashed upon me.
Matt’s rhythm was relentless, driving into me with a force that left me breathless and desperate for more.
Each thrust was a promise of bliss, and I clung to him like a lifeline as he took us both higher and higher.
It was too much and not enough all at once.
The heat between us built to a fever pitch, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion.
My body was already revved up like a high-performance sports car, and Matt had his foot pressed firmly on the accelerator.
My brain barely had time to process the pleasure before Matt’s hand found my cock.
The touch was electric, sending a jolt through my entire body.
He wrapped his fingers around me, stroking with a maddening slowness that was both torture and ecstasy.
“Ahh, fuck…” The curse was directed at Matt, but it came out sounding like a plea for more.
I tried to convey my indignation at his arrogance, but it was hard to focus when he was relentlessly driving me crazy.
My glare was probably more of a plea for mercy than any real threat.
“You… arrogant… billionaire…” I moaned, the curse barely escaping my lips between gasps for air.
Matt’s smirk grew wider, his stormy eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Enjoying yourself?” His voice was smooth, like he had all the time in the world to unravel me.
I tried to form some sort of coherent insult, something biting and clever, but my brain felt like it was fried.
Every neuron was focused on the firework display Matt was putting on in my body.
Instead, all I could manage was a garbled mix of moans and groans as he continued to tease me.
His hand moved with practiced precision, driving me to the brink with every stroke.
“Fuck… you!” I swore, half crying, half moaning.
Matt chuckled, in amusement clearly, his stormy eyes glittering with dark pleasure.
Something about my defiance and my cursing only fueled his appetite.
He surged forward, lifting my leg up over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts.
I was exposed, vulnerable, and he took full advantage, driving into me deeper than before.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out again, my eyes wide, my hands clutching at the sheets for some semblance of control, as I felt him hit that spot inside me over and over again.
He was relentless, his eyes fixed on mine as he claimed me.
My hips stuttered, working on adjusting to the new position, but it was futile—Matt held me tight, his grip on me ironclad, unyielding.
I squirmed, struggling to find some relief from the onslaught of pleasure, but there was no escape.
My protests dissolved into whimpers and pleas as he drove into me harder and faster.
I tried to form words, to protest or beg or anything that might make sense in this whirlwind of sensation. But it was useless—Matt had reduced me to a quivering mess of need and desire.
His hand on my cock was merciless, stroking and teasing it in tandem with his relentless thrusts. My body was his plaything, and he knew exactly how to push me to the edge and keep me there. I was putty in his hands, writhing and moaning as he subjected me to wave after wave of bliss.
“You like this, don’t you?” Matt whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You like being mine.”
I opened my mouth to retort, to deny his assertion, but my words turned into a moan as another orgasm ripped through me.
It was like my body had betrayed me, surrendering to the sheer pleasure Matt could elicit.
I was swept away in a torrent of sensation, my muscles contracting around him as my seed spilled between our bodies.
My vision blurred as I came again and again, each climax leaving me more breathless and spent than the last.
And still, Matt wasn’t finished with me. His grip on my leg tightened, his thrusts becoming more powerful and deliberate, more forceful. I could feel his own release building, his breath becoming more ragged, and his eyes taking on a glassy sheen that sent shivers down my spine.
And then, with one final, powerful thrust, Matt came inside me, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
The sensation was overwhelming. I felt his seed flooding my insides, hot and claiming.
My body was on fire, trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure coursed over me, each orgasm more intense than the last; every nerve ending sizzled and popped with white-hot pleasure.
My breath hitched in my throat as I surrendered to the tempest of sensations crashing through me, my muscles contracting violently, my vision blurring from the sheer force of it.
My cock pulsed in Matt’s grip, sending another torrent of ecstasy through me.
It felt like I was being ripped apart and remade all at once.
It took a few moments for the aftershocks to subside, for my heart to stop racing like it was trying to win a marathon. My breathing steadied as I lay there, thoroughly spent and utterly vulnerable.
Matt leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was surprisingly tender given the rawness of what we’d just shared. “That was great, wasn’t it?” His voice was a dark whisper against my lips.
“Awful,” I managed, my voice breathless but steely. I met his gaze, daring him to contradict me. Matt’s infuriatingly smug smirk made me grit my teeth.
“Well then, I suppose I’ll need to up my game for the next go-round, wouldn’t you say?” His voice was a teasing purr, each word dripping with a challenge that sent a shiver down my spine.