Page 58 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
As he fucked Andy with long, hard strokes, Matt wrapped his hand around Andy’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The sensation was too much for Andy, who let out a strangled cry, his body arching off the bed as he came undone. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Matt watched, entranced, as Andy’s orgasm crashed over him, his cock erupting and sending streams of hot cum against Matt’s belly.
The sight was stunning, the sheer beauty of Andy in the throes of ecstasy almost too much for Matt to bear.
He had never seen anyone look so utterly divine in the midst of such raw, unbridled pleasure.
Leaning down, Matt pressed a gentle kiss to Andy’s swollen lips, tasting the sweet remnants of their shared ecstasy. Andy’s eyes fluttered open, a touch of defiance still flickering within their golden depths despite his languid state.
“Next time,” Andy murmured breathlessly, his voice a sultry rasp that sent a jolt of fresh arousal through Matt, “it’ll be your turn… to feel the silk around… your cock.”
Matt chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that reverberated through the silent room. “I look forward to it, my spitfire,” he replied with a smirk. “It’ll be a pleasure to be at your mercy.”
Andy’s response was a glare, his eyes flashing with mock indignation. “Don’t laugh at me,” he grumbled, his hand coming up to brush against Matt’s cheek. Matt captured Andy’s hand in his own, pressing a kiss to the palm.
Andy’s gaze narrowed at Matt’s amusement, but any more retort he might have made was cut off by Matt’s hard cock, which had begun to move tantalizingly inside him once more. The sheer audacity of his own body’s endurance was a turn-on, an endless well of virility that seemed to know no bounds.
Andy’s eyes widened in disbelief, his body instinctively responding to the intoxicating rhythm. With a smirk, Matt rolled his hips, eliciting a moan from Andy as their bodies responded to the renewed friction.
“You can’t be…” Andy began, only to have his words swallowed by a savage kiss. Matt’s tongue plundered the warm depths of Andy’s mouth, silencing any further protests with a possessive intensity. The kiss was a battle of wills, a sensual duel that left them both breathless.
When Matt released Andy’s mouth, he smirked. “What can I say?” His hips moved in a slow, deliberate grind. “You inspire me.” His hand found its way back to Andy’s cock, stroking him firmly as he rolled his hips, eliciting a moan from the young man.
Andy opened his mouth to protest, but Matt silenced him with a kiss. Their tongues danced in a passionate duel, each stroke and parry a delicious affirmation of their mutual hunger.
With their bodies still intimately connected, Matt maneuvered Andy with an ease born of familiarity, guiding him onto his hands and knees.
The sight of Andy, presented so wantonly, was a vision of erotic perfection.
Matt’s cock twitched inside him, an eager participant in the carnal feast that was about to unfold.
He began to move, each thrust driving into Andy with a hot, hard intensity that made the younger man moan and writhe beneath him. Matt reveled in the control he had over Andy’s pleasure, in the way Andy’s body responded to his every command.
As the tempo increased, so did the volume of Andy’s cries, each one proof of the exquisite pleasure that Matt was so adept at wringing from his body. Andy spread his legs wider and arched his back, offering himself up to Matt with an abandon that was both thrilling and intoxicating.
“Such a good pet,” Matt praised, his voice low and husky as he watched his cock disappear into Andy’s welcoming heat.
The praise seemed to stoke the fire within Andy, who arched his back, pushing his ass back against Matt with abandon, his body tightening around Matt’s cock in a way that was utterly divine.
Matt didn’t know how long they continued, the passage of time meaningless in the face of their insatiable hunger for one another.
He fucked Andy in every conceivable way, their bodies twisting and turning in a zealous dance.
They moved from the passionate fervor of doggy style to the intimate connection of missionary, from the raw intensity of Andy riding Matt’s cock to the sweet surrender of having Andy’s legs draped over his shoulders as he drove into him with all the pent-up desire that he felt for the young man.
Matt lost count of the number of times Andy came, each orgasm more intense than the last. The boy was a marvel, his body a canvas upon which Matt painted his desire with broad, sure strokes.
When Andy’s body tightened around him, Matt knew the younger man was close.
He redoubled his efforts, his hand working in tandem with his cock, wringing gasps and pleas from Andy’s lips.
“Come for me, little spitfire,” he commanded, his voice a growl of pure need.
With another powerful thrust, Matt sent Andy over the edge again, his cock pulsing in Matt’s hand as he came with a strangled cry, his ass clenching around Matt’s cock as he sprayed his release into Matt’s waiting hand.
The sensation of Andy’s orgasm around his cock was enough to send Matt over the edge.
With a final, forceful thrust, Matt followed Andy, his own climax barreling through him.
Matt’s orgasm was a white-hot explosion, the sensation of his seed spilling into the boy’s willing body sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
Each pulse of his cock was a brand, a mark of possession that left him feeling lightheaded and utterly sated.
Matt’s vision swam as he reveled in the afterglow, his body slick with sweat and spent from exertion. Andy, too, was a sight to behold, his body flushed with the evidence of their lovemaking, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
With a gentleness that belied the fervor of their previous actions, Matt lifted Andy into his arms. The young man was boneless, his body limp with exhaustion as he nestled against Matt’s chest.
“Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed,” Matt murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Andy’s temple. The young man nodded, too exhausted to form words, his body draped trustingly over Matt’s shoulder as they made their way to the bathroom.
Once they were dry and nestled under the covers, Matt felt a wave of euphoria wash over him. He gathered Andy close, dropping a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“I love you,” he murmured, his tone hushed and heartfelt. Andy remained silent, having succumbed to slumber, and Matt’s smile broadened as he too surrendered to the pull of sleep, their bodies entwined in the quiet of the night.