Page 37 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
I reveled in the taste of him, each stroke of my tongue against his sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
My hands were everywhere—tracing the hard lines of his chiseled chest, caressing the defined ridges of his abs.
His skin was slick and warm under my fingertips, muscles tensing and flexing with every touch.
I couldn’t help myself; I ground my hips against him, feeling the friction ignite sparks of pleasure low in my belly. My ass pressed against him teasingly as I moved, eliciting another groan from deep within him. The sound sent shivers down my spine and made me press even closer.
When I finally released his lips, he was breathing heavily, each exhale a soft groan that only fueled my desire. I didn’t waste a second; my mouth moved down to his chest, licking and tasting the water-slicked skin as I went.
His nipple was a dark pebble against the golden expanse of his chest, and I took it into my mouth without hesitation. My tongue swirled around it before I sucked gently, then harder, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Matt.
My hand had a mind of its own—sliding down his torso until it found what it sought. His cock was hard and hot under my palm, throbbing with each beat of his heart. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stroke slowly, savoring the feel of him.
His moans grew louder as I continued to tease and toy with his nipple while fondling him below. I could feel myself getting more turned on by the second; the heat between us was almost unbearable but oh so deliciously addictive.
Suddenly, Matt growled—a low, primal sound that sent shivers racing down my spine.
It was as if he’d reached his breaking point, unable to restrain himself any longer.
Before I could blink, he drew me in closer, our bodies pressing together in a deliciously tight embrace.
His lips claimed mine with a ferocity that stole my breath away.
His kiss was a force of nature—hungry, demanding, and utterly consuming.
Matt’s tongue invaded my mouth with an unyielding urgency, exploring every inch as if staking his claim.
My head spun from the intensity of it all, but damn if I didn’t love every second.
I felt like I’d won some twisted game of seduction, reveling in the way he devoured me.
I moaned into his mouth, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that bubbled up from deep within me.
His hands roamed my body with a possessive hunger, tracing the curve of my spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
When one hand finally cupped my ass and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises, I gasped against his lips.
Matt took full advantage of my open mouth, deepening the kiss until I was drowning in him.
He toyed with me—teasing and taunting—his fingers slipping between the cheeks of my ass and finding their way inside.
The intrusion was unexpected, and I gasped against his lips—a breathless sound that was half shock and all pleasure.
I broke the kiss momentarily to catch my breath, but Matt wasn’t having any of it. He pulled me back in, his lips slanting over mine with renewed fervor. His fingers worked their magic below, making me writhe against him in helpless ecstasy.
My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against him as our cocks rubbed together through the water-slicked friction. The sensation was maddeningly exquisite—delicious torture that had me chasing the edge of something monumental.
When Matt finally released my lips, I was panting heavily, my chest heaving as I tried to regain some semblance of control. He chuckled—a dark, amused sound that made my already weak knees threaten to buckle.
“You’re one hell of a naughty kitten,” he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with both annoyance and admiration.
I grinned wickedly at him, knowing full well how much he enjoyed it despite himself. “You wouldn’t have it any other way,” I shot back. “Just fuck me already,” I demanded, my voice a breathy mix of impatience and need.
Matt’s lips curled into a smirk, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly sexy way he had. “Ladies first,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble.
I huffed, rolling my eyes at his gall. But hell if I wasn’t going to take the lead. With a defiant glint in my eye, I lifted myself up, positioning myself above him. The head of his cock pressed insistently against my entrance, and for a moment, I relished the delicious anticipation.
Then I plunged down, taking him in one swift motion. The moment I felt him inside me, filling me to the brim, a shudder rolled through me—a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Matt groaned beneath me, a sound that was part growl and all man.
“Always so tight,” he rumbled, his hands gripping my hips with possessive force. “That’s why I like your ass.”
“Damn right,” I shot back, bracing myself against his broad shoulders. “Now shut up and make me see stars.”
I began to move. Up and down, riding him with a fervor that bordered on desperation. Matt matched my rhythm with powerful thrusts that made the water slosh around us, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
The friction between us built into a delicious crescendo. Every thrust sent sparks of ecstasy dancing along my nerves, making my body sing with pleasure. My nails dug into Matt’s shoulders as I clung to him for dear life, loving every second of our frenzied pace.
His hands roamed over my back and ass, squeezing and caressing in time with our movements. The feel of his fingers digging into my flesh only heightened the intensity of the moment. His cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways that left me breathless and aching for more.
Our pace quickened, each thrust harder and faster than the last, my body responding to every pound with eager enthusiasm, reveling in the exquisite pleasure that built within me.
The water churned around us like a tempest caught in our storm of passion, my moans mingled with Matt’s guttural growls.
Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as we moved together.
Matt’s movements became more erratic as he drove deeper into me, pushing us both closer to the edge.
My breath came in ragged gasps as I clung to him tighter, feeling the coil of pleasure winding tighter within me.
This was heaven and hell combined—an intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure that left me trembling with need.
I rode Matt like he was the last roller coaster in the amusement park, and I had a VIP pass. His cock pounded into me in reckless abundance, each movement a relentless assault on my senses. My breath came in ragged gasps, but I loved every second of it.
Then I felt it—a familiar, exquisite buildup. It started low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter until it was a coil ready to snap. With a final cry, I came, spurting my seed against Matt’s belly as I shuddered and squirmed in his grip. The world around me blurred into a haze of euphoria.
But Matt, oh, he was far from done. He kept moving beneath me, his pace even more punishing than before. I should have been spent, but there I was—hard again, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in a world gone mad.
My moans filled the air as he drove me to another peak. Round two came and went in a blur of sensation and bliss. Then round three hit me—sudden and overwhelming . My entire body convulsed as I came again, my seed mixing with the water that sloshed around us.
Matt chuckled deep in his chest. “You’re really sensitive tonight,” he teased, his breath hot against my neck.
Still reeling from the aftershocks, I gasped out between pants, “Shut up, I’m just trying to make you come too.”
“A long road then,” Matt said with that infuriating smirk.
Annoyance flickered through me, but it was shot dead on arrival when he shifted just so—his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. Stars exploded behind my eyelids as I came again, shuddering violently in his arms.
When my senses finally returned from their little trip to paradise, I moved slightly and noticed Matt’s cock still stood proud and unbowed. “Seriously?” I panted out incredulously.
He chuckled again. “How about trying with that pretty mouth of yours?”
The idea wasn’t repulsive—in fact, it secretly thrilled me—but pride demanded I put up a show of reluctance. “If I have to,” I grumbled, feigning exasperation as if this wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do next.
He grinned wickedly at me, knowing full well that beneath my faux reluctance lay eager anticipation.
With a sigh that was all theatrics and no substance, I leaned back against the cool edge of the tub, water sloshing around me as it came up to my chest. My nipples peeked through the surface, hard from a mix of the cool air and leftover arousal.
Matt’s eyes flicked down to them briefly before he stepped closer, his imposing frame blocking out everything else.
He handed me his cock like it was some kind of gift—a gift that never failed to make me marvel. The man’s size was ridiculous, a fact that I couldn’t help but stare at every time.
“Look at this monster. It’s huge! It’s scary huge,” I told him with a mock-serious expression, my eyes wide. “It’s like some mythical beast that’s gonna eat me whole.”
“It’s not so scary. Just a friendly monster that made you come four times.”
I scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “You mean it’s a friendly monster with benefits.”
“The best kind,” he said with a wicked grin.
I shook my head, feigning exasperation. “You better make me see stars again, or even better, the whole galaxy. After this, you owe me big-time.”
His confidence was infuriatingly sexy. “I’ll show you the universe, pet. And don’t worry, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Those four orgasms were just the warm-up.”
“Oh, I’m warm, alright,” I smirked, eyeing his impressive erection.
No hesitation on my part—I reached out and wrapped my hand around his length. The feeling of power that rushed through me was indescribable—it was like holding a wild beast in my grasp, one that could erupt at any moment.
“Be gentle, pet,” Matt cautioned, his breath hitching slightly as I tightened my grip. “It’s not a toy.”
“Like hell it isn’t,” I shot back before stuffing his cock into my mouth.
The moment my lips closed around him, I felt a surge of satisfaction mingled with arousal.
His cock felt like hot velvet against my tongue, and I savored the taste of him—a unique combination of salty and musky.
I swirled my tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive slit, and then took him deeper, sucking gently, feeling every ridge and vein against my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down.
My own cock hardened almost instantly, throbbing in time with my racing heartbeat.
The ache in my asshole returned with a vengeance, a desperate need to be filled and pounded again making me squirm in place.
Matt’s hand found its way into my hair, guiding me as I worked him over. His groans of pleasure only spurred me on further; each sound was like music to my ears, pushing me to take him even deeper.
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, earning a particularly loud groan from Matt. His grip on my hair tightened as he thrust gently into my mouth, meeting me halfway with each bob of my head.
I could feel him getting close—the telltale twitch of his cock signaling that he was about to come. With one final thrust, he did exactly that—hot spurts of cum filling my mouth as he moaned deeply above me.
I swallowed every drop like it was ambrosia, relishing the taste of him. It was like a heady cocktail of pride and satisfaction, and I reveled in it.
“That,” he panted, “was… stellar, pet.”
I smirked. “Glad you enjoyed the show, sir.”