Page 38 of Adonis: The Cost of a Billionaire's Heart
He nodded as his hand fumbled inside his wallet on the nightstand. I watched him bite the corner of the wrapper and roll on a condom. The sight was so intensely erotic that I found myself aching for his touch all over again.
Adonis slid between my legs, his body hovering over mine. We locked eyes as he pushed the tip of his thick dick in—slow and deep—stretching me until he had every inch inside me. I was so full of him I could barely think.
I gasped. “Oh my God.”
“Shit, you feel . . .” he groaned, his control already fraying.“You feel like fuckin’ heaven, Sim. I’ve wanted to fuckyour pain away the moment I saw you crying in my elevator.” Adonis’s voice was like gravel, rough and unyielding.
His raw confession sent a hiccup to my heartbeat.Fuck.I’d never wanted anyone or anything so bad in my life. He started to move—long, deliberate strokes that hit deep. My back arched, meeting every thrust, chasing the feeling of more pleasure.
He kissed me again, slower that time. Our tongues tangled as our bodies moved in sync. His hands roamed—my waist, my breasts, my ass—like his fingertips were trying to memorize me.
“Look at me,” he said, voice ragged.
I did.
Adonis watched me with hooded eyes before flipping over onto his back, landing me on top of him. My body moved without me thinking, my legs spreading wider as I hopped on his saddle. My walls pulsed around his long, thick erection. Each inch inside me was a burst of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips as our eyes locked in a silent challenge, a promise of passion and control.
With a smirk, I started to ride him. My body quivered with each upward thrust as he answered back—our bodies connecting on an animalistic level. I leaned forward slightly, resting my hands on his chest for support, and started to pick up the pace, bucking like a mechanical bull.
“Mmm shit,” he growled, his grip on me tightening as I continued to ride him. “Ride this dick just like that, Sim.”
I moaned in response, reveling in the sound of my womanly pleasure and my name on his lips. Every movement of my hips sent another wave of ecstasy surging through me. I felt it building up again, a second orgasm threatening to break free from its hold on me.
Adonis watched me with those intense eyes of his, never breaking eye contact as he saw my climax approaching. Hisstrong hands held on to me tightly as he asked one last thing. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” I whispered with a gasp between breaths, not wanting the moment to end, craving more of his dominance and desire for me.
And with that word, he flipped us over so that I was on all fours and he was behind me. His thrusts became more aggressive, each one pushing deeper into me. The feeling of his solid, chocolate dick inside me, hitting all the right spots, was almost too much to bear. I moaned loudly, not caring that guests or employees might’ve heard us through the walls. All I cared about was the pleasure that Adonis was delivering.
“That’s it,” he growled, smacking my ass with his heavy palm. “Throw that ass back.”
I couldn’t help but obey his command, my body reacting to his words and actions. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated only by our heavy breathing and constant moans of pleasure.
Adonis continued to pound into me, each thrust causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me. I felt my orgasm building again, the familiar tension in my stomach and legs signaling that it was close.
“Shit, I’m close,” I alerted him with a sharp gasp, unable to hold back any longer. “I’m going to cum again.”
“Cum on this dick,” Adonis growled, his voice dangerously sexual as if trying to control my orgasm through sheer force of will. “It’s yours, Sim. It’s all fuckin’ yours.”
And then it hit me like a Mack truck—a wave of pure ecstasy that slammed into me. When I came again, it was with his name on my lips, his hand gripping my hair, and his dick deep inside me while his thumb strummed my clit. I cried out in pleasure as my body shook with the force of my climax, every muscle and nerve ending tensing as Adonis continued to thrust into me.
“Fuck yes!” he roared, his own orgasm evident in his voice as he pounded into me with renewed vigor.
Our bodies shook together in a primal dance fueled by the undeniable craving and need for each other that we’d been trying to deny all week. His manhood pulsated deep within me, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own release.
“I’m about to bust, baby,” he grunted.
I looked back at him, eyes locking onto his as if trying to capture his soul in that moment of pure ecstasy. I couldn’t even focus on the fact that he’d slipped up and called me his baby. Or the fact that I didn’t mind at all. The thought of him spilling his seed only stoked the flames of desire even higher. My body craved the connection that only he could provide.
“Do it,” I urged with words that were just as much a plea for satisfaction as they were a command.
His strong hips bucked violently, and he followed with a groan that sounded like surrender, tightening his grip, pulsing inside me, body shaking. His intense gaze never left mine, as if he was drinking in every emotion and sensation we shared in that stolen moment.
We collapsed into each other—sweaty, breathless, and stunned. The room was bursting with the sound of our heavy breathing, a symphony composed entirely of lust, passion, and longing. Slowly, he pulled out of me, his dick twitching as the last remnants of pleasure left his body.
I half expected him to pull away. To turn over. To rebuild the walls between us. But he didn’t. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest. Our legs tangled and our fingers intertwined again.
There were no words, only quiet.
