Page 45 of Beauty and the Billionaire

He was so devastatingly beautiful that it pained me somewhere in my chest. The immensity of the sensation made me stop, my gaze caressing his smooth, bronze skin. He was, to my eyes, the most beautiful mix of backgrounds, of heritage, of the boiling universe that created worlds and cultures and histories that converged in this one person’s skin and eyes and curls, this one person’s sense of justice and pride.

Zain batted his long eyelashes at me. “If you keep me waiting any longer, I’ll die, Dominic,” he said, and it didn’t sound like a hyperbole.

I slowly came to the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, one between his legs and the other beside him, my bare torso leaning down until it met Zain’s. Our heat combined and exchanged, prickles running over my flesh with the electric sensation of touching him.

Our limbs coiled and tangled, our lips explored each other’s bodies freely, and Zain lifted his hips off the bed, rubbing himself roughly against me, seeming to revel in the contrast in texture between my warm skin and my coarse pants.

I kissed his neck generously, making him wiggle and whimper, and he dragged his fingernails along my back, leaving a stinging trail that only made me wilder with possessive lust.

“Take me,” he cried. “Dominic. Please.”

I pushed myself up, slamming my mouth against his, and flipped him around, making him lie on his front as I sank hard against the length of his body. My pants rubbed against thesmooth, soft skin of his ass and legs. My chest pressed against his shoulder blades.

As I kissed the length of his spine, Zain’s whimpers grew louder and more strained.

When my lips reached the sweet warmth between his finely curved cheeks, my tongue met his hole, and Zain shuddered under my hands. He groaned into the mattress, thrusting his butt higher and harder against my face.

I devoured him. My appetite for his body, his moans, and his pleasure was immense and growing. I licked and kissed and sucked him in turns, my hands dragging up his back and down again, holding his cheeks wide apart and kneading them with firmness and care. Every little more of my tongue reflected itself in Zain’s squirming, coiling body. His muscles strained and knotted in the heat of the passion. He held the cover on the bed like it was the only thing keeping him on the ground.

My lips trailed down his taint and to his balls, kissing and licking as I went, and Zain shuddered and laughed in surprise. “Fuck, that feels…” But my tongue returned to his hole, and he cried out with pleasure that made the rest of his words redundant.

Zain didn’t flinch when my index finger circled his wet hole, massaging him gently for a long time. I made slow motions, applying pressure just to test his readiness, and he accepted me with each move of my finger. With a generous amount of lube, I rubbed him slowly for a long time before I let my finger slide into him.

The shaking sigh he exhaled was the highest pleasure I could have imagined. It was a release of so much that he was holding down. It was the complete surrender of his body to my mercy with indestructible belief that I would take him to heaven and back.

My finger worked him gently, slicking him with lube before I switched my motions to loosen him a little. Each turn of my hand made his toes curl and his voice rise. “Please,” he whispered, thrusting his butt up toward my hand. “Yes. Yes. Like that.”

I had to remember how new this was to him. I had to keep myself in check and give him these sensations in small pieces, take care it didn’t hurt more than he could handle, and ease him into it so it wouldn’t overwhelm him.

His hole tightened around my finger when he gasped, a moan following a heartbeat later. I’d pressed my finger against his prostate, making his muscles twitch in the surprise wave of excitement and pleasure. It was all so fresh for him, and being with him made me experience these feelings in a new, almost innocent way.

When I added another finger, Zain’s breathing grew shallower, his moans dropped deeper, and he held the linens in a tighter grip. He took it bravely, encouraging me occasionally to keep going just like that.

And when two fingers seemed to slide into him easily, Zain took my wrist and held it hard, pushing my fingers into himself as deep as they could go and gasping for air for a heartbeat or two. “Need you,” he huffed. “Inside me.”

After a moment, he released my wrist, and I pulled my fingers out.

As I undid the button and the zipper on my pants, Zain turned to look at me. “Can you…keep them on?” he panted.

A smirk touched my lips before I could stop it. “Absolutely,” I purred.

The blush that appeared on his cheeks was well worth it. I lowered my underwear and pants just enough to release my painfully throbbing cock.

Zain spread his legs wide on the bed and lifted his ass higher, his back arching down and chest resting on the mattress. He put his hands on his butt, feeling it gently in a way that turned me on madly as soon as he began. Down between his legs, his balls were already lifting and tightening, his taint pronounced, and his hole glistening with lube and spit.

I slipped the condom on and rubbed myself with lube, kneeling carefully behind Zain. I made sure that his bare thighs could feel the fabric of my pants as I thrust my dick between his cheeks, rubbing him roughly against myself.

His moans told me just how much he enjoyed these feelings. My own heart was thundering in my chest uncontrollably.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Dominic, please, I can’t…” His hand moved around to touch his cock, but I sucked my teeth and grabbed his wrist.

“Not yet, baby,” I said firmly.

Prickles covered his upper arms, and he shuddered. “Fuck me,” he begged.

I held his wrist pressed against his lower back as I used my other hand to navigate my cock. The tip rubbed against his hole, the contact making him tighter for a moment, and I waited for him to relax. It was visible, his muscles loosening all over, and I ventured gently into him.

Zain’s voice strangled, and I pulled back, preparing him carefully before trying again. He was such a tender, inexperienced lover that it woke up something I hadn’t known had been sleeping in me. It awakened a protectiveness that made me want to wrap my arms around him and never let him experience pain again in his life. Not a moment of fear, sadness, or hurt would I let befall him.

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