Page 98 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
When we finally broke apart, both of us panting slightly, I traced my fingers along his stubbled jaw. “Mmm, essence of espresso with notes of sexy CEO,” I teased, my voice husky from our passionate exchange.
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “And you taste like trouble wrapped in temptation.”
I burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the lavish kitchen. “Oh, honey, that’s just the appetizer. The main course is much more… flavorful.” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.
“Look who’s serving up innuendos for breakfast,” he growled, but his eyes darkened with hunger. “You’re playing with fire, pup.”
Before I could respond, he swept me up effortlessly, setting me down on the cool marble countertop. “Consider this my morning feast,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
I leaned back on my hands, spreading my legs to give him an unobstructed view of my already straining erection. “Well, well… looks like someone’s ready for the all-you-can-eat special.”
His chuckle was pure sin as he began unbuttoning his shirt. But I stopped him with a playful hand on his chest.
“Hold up there, hot stuff,” I said, my voice dripping with playful authority. “This establishment has a strict dress code. As in, no dress at all.”
Matt’s smirk widened into a full-blown smile as he took a step back. “Someone’s feeling bossy today.” He made a show of stripping off his remaining clothes, each movement deliberately calculated to drive me wild.
When he finally stood naked before me, I couldn’t help but stare in appreciation.
His body was a masterpiece—broad shoulders, hard planes of muscle, and that breathtaking dragon tattoo that seemed to come alive with his movements.
The mythical beast curled around his left shoulder, its head resting below his collarbone, scales shimmering as if they were real, while delicate flower designs softened its fierce appearance.
“Happy now, your highness?”
I shifted my position, letting my toe trace teasingly along his length. “Well, would you look at that? Someone’s brought their own breakfast sausage to the party.”
His eyes, dark with desire, flicked to my own throbbing erection. “Says the one who’s already up for seconds,” he shot back, voice rough with need.
“What can I say?” I purred. “I’ve got a healthy appetite.”
Then his lips were on mine again, effectively silencing any more clever quips I might have had. And as our tongues tangled in another passionate dance, I decided that sometimes actions spoke louder than words anyway.
His hands roamed my body with an urgency that spoke of his need to possess me completely. I lost myself in the whirlwind of sensations: the heady taste of him, the feel of his skin under my fingertips, the way his muscles rippled as I traced the ridges of his spine.
Matt broke our kiss, his eyes dark with promise as he trailed hot kisses down my body.
Each press of his lips was like a brand, marking me as his own.
When he reached my nipples, he paused, teasing them into tight peaks with his clever tongue until I was squirming beneath him, my body arching into his touch.
“Well, well,” he murmured against my heated skin, “looks like I found your power switches.”
“Congratulations,” I gasped as he nipped particularly hard, my fingers clutching at his shoulders. “You’ve officially mastered the art of turning me into a live wire.”
His chuckle vibrated through my chest as he continued his journey south, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His tongue traced intricate patterns on my stomach, making my muscles jump and twitch under his attention.
“Is this—ah!—your idea of foreplay or torture?” I managed between moans as his talented mouth worked its magic.
“Consider it a thorough inspection,” he purred, his breath hot against my skin as he moved lower. “Quality control is very important.”
His eyes locked with mine as he descended, the heat in his gaze making my breath catch. When he finally reached my aching cock, his tongue darted out to taste the tip, drawing a desperate moan from my throat.
“Then by all means,” I whimpered as his tongue flicked out to taste me again, “inspect away.”
He smirked up at me. “So generous of you to offer yourself up for testing.”
When he finally took me into his mouth in one smooth motion, the wet heat of his paradise had me seeing stars.
His tongue worked me with expert precision as he bobbed his head, each movement calculated to drive me wild.
My fingers found their way into his hair, holding on as pleasure coursed through my veins.
“Jesus, Matt,” I groaned as he added his fingers to the mix, teasing my entrance with featherlight touches. “Where did you learn to—oh God—do that?”
He pulled off just long enough to shoot me a wicked grin, his fingers still working me open. “Natural talent. Plus extensive practical research.”
“Lucky me,” I gasped, my head falling back as he slipped another finger inside. “Though your sample size might be skewing your results—ah!”
“Trust me,” he murmured, his fingers doing sinful things inside me while his mouth returned to my cock, “you’re exceeding all expectations.”
His fingers and mouth worked in perfect harmony, stretching and teasing until I was a quivering mess on the countertop. Each thrust of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, while his tongue traced patterns that had me gripping the edge of the counter for support.
When my orgasm finally hit, it was with a cry that probably had the neighbors filing noise complaints.
Matt swallowed every drop, his throat working around me as he milked my release for all it was worth.
When he finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes were molten with desire.
“Delicious,” he purred, pulling me into a deep kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue. “Though I believe it’s time for the main event.”
“What, that was just the appetizer?” I managed between pants, my body still trembling from aftershocks.
“Pet,” he growled, positioning himself at my entrance, his cock hot and hard against me, “that was just the warm-up.”
With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, drawing a gasp from my lips. My arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as he gave me time to adjust to his size. The stretch was exquisite, that perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that only Matt could provide.
“God, Andy,” he groaned, his grip tightening on my hips as he began to move. “You feel incredible.”
“Funny,” I gasped between thrusts, meeting his movements with my own, “I was just thinking the same about your performance review.”
His laugh turned into a groan as I clenched around him deliberately. “Always with the witty comebacks.”
“What can I say?” I moaned as he hit that perfect spot inside me that made me see stars. “You bring out my best material—oh God, right there!”
Each thrust was perfect, the edge of the countertop pressing against my ass as Matt drove into me with increasing urgency.
His movements became more desperate as pleasure built between us, our bodies moving together in a dance we’d perfected over time.
My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust as the pressure built again, coiling tight in my belly.
The world had narrowed down to the relentless rhythm of Matt’s thrusts, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
He was like a man possessed, his urgency matching my desperate need.
And then, with a growl that would’ve put any alpha predator to shame, he lifted me clean off the countertop.
Suddenly airborne, I clung to him like a koala discovering its favorite eucalyptus tree. My legs wrapped tight around his waist, arms locked behind his neck as he somehow managed to keep pounding into me without missing a beat.
“Show-off,” I gasped against his mouth. “Is this what they teach in CEO fitness class?”
His chuckle rumbled through both our bodies. “Special training. Had to maintain my strength for particularly demanding situations.”
We kissed like we were stealing oxygen from each other’s lungs, our tongues matching the frantic rhythm of our bodies.
Matt maneuvered us across the kitchen with the same precision he probably used in boardroom takeovers, and before I could crack another joke about his multitasking abilities, I found myself sprawled across the dining table.
He hoisted one of my legs over his shoulder, displaying flexibility I didn’t know I possessed. “Look at you,” he growled, eyes dark with hunger. “Spread out on my table like the finest feast.”
“Breakfast of champions?” I managed to quip before he drove into me again, the angle making me see entire constellations.
There I was, displayed like the catch of the day at a five-star restaurant—only much more scandalous. Matt’s thrusts were relentless, hitting that sweet spot inside me with unerring accuracy. My body writhed under his assault, each thrust sending another shooting star across my vision.
My cock was straining and quivering, begging for attention. Matt, ever the attentive lover, wrapped his hand around it with the same precision he probably used signing million-dollar contracts.
“Oh God,” I choked out as the dual sensations threatened to short-circuit my brain. “Matt— I can’t— It’s too much!”
“Too much?” He squeezed just right, timing it perfectly with a particularly deep thrust. “Or not enough?”
The pleasure built to impossible heights, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might explode. And then I did—spectacularly. Once… twice… three times my release painted the polished wood in stark white streaks. But Matt wasn’t done with me yet.
He pounded into me with an intensity that had my head spinning like a drunk compass, each thrust pushing me higher despite thinking I had nothing left to give. When my fourth orgasm hit, it was like being struck by lightning—every nerve ending firing at once as I cried out his name.
Finally, with a guttural sound that might have been my name or a prayer to every deity in existence, Matt followed me over the edge. His release filled me as he clutched me close, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
He pulled me into his arms, claiming my lips in a kiss that somehow managed to be both tender and possessive. As we both floated in our post-orgasmic haze, he murmured against my lips, “Now that was what I call a power breakfast.”
I laughed breathlessly, still trembling from aftershocks. “Mmm, is the CEO ready for his morning meetings, or should we schedule another performance review?”
His answering smirk was pure sin. “I think my calendar just mysteriously cleared for the next hour.”
“Only an hour?” I teased, trailing my fingers down his chest. “Getting slow in your old age?”
“Watch it,” he growled playfully, nipping at my lower lip. “Or I’ll have to demonstrate my stamina all over again.”
“Promises, promises,” I sighed dramatically, even as I felt him stirring to life inside me again. “Though I have to warn you—your cleaning staff might quit when they see what we’ve done to this table.”
Matt’s laugh echoed through the kitchen as he scooped me up again. “Then maybe we should take this performance review to the bedroom.”
As he carried me off for round two—or was it three?—I couldn’t help but think that some mornings were definitely worth getting up early for.