The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Part 8: Where I Learned To Kneel (Patreon)

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Sebastian’s groan vibrated through his chest and straight into my tongue as I dragged it slowly up the length of his bulge, soaking the black Versace silk with long, deliberate licks. The fabric clung to every ridge and vein, outlining the thick cock beneath. His hand tightened in my hair, letting me know he was in complete control even while I worshipped him. The scent of his arousal filled my lungs, rich and masculine, mixed with that faint trace of expensive cologne that never seemed to leave his skin.

“Enough teasing,” he said, voice low and rough, edged with command. “Take it out.”

My pulse spiked at the order. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and peeled the underwear down slowly, savoring every second. The elastic caught on the swollen head for a moment, then slipped over it with a soft snap. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, bobbing inches from my face. Seven inches of smooth, veined flesh, already glistening at the tip, curving slightly upward with arrogant promise. His balls hung full and heavy below, drawn tight against his body. I remembered this cock from that first forbidden night, remembered how it had glistened as it slid out of another man’s hole, remembered the raw power of it. Now it was mine to taste.

I wrapped my hand around the base and felt my fingers barely meet. Hot. Velvet over steel. A single stroke drew a bead of pre cum from the slit, and I leaned in without thinking, tongue flicking out to catch it. Salty, clean, unmistakably him. Sebastian exhaled sharply above me, his abs flexing as he watched.

“Good boy, Mr. Hartley” he murmured, the praise rolling over me like warm whiskey.

I licked again, long and flat from the root all the way to the crown, tracing every pulsing vein. His hips shifted, just a fraction, pushing toward my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, swirling around the sensitive ridge, then sealed my lips over it and sucked gently. The taste exploded across my tongue, and I moaned without meaning to, the vibration making his cock twitch against my palate.

Sebastian’s fingers threaded deeper into my hair, gripping now, guiding. “Take more,” he said, voice darker.

I opened wider and took his cock deeper, feeling him stretch my lips, fill my mouth. He was thick, heavier than anyone I had ever sucked, and I had to relax my jaw to accommodate him. My tongue pressed flat against the underside as I slid down, saliva pooling, dripping down his shaft. When the head nudged the back of my throat I paused, breathing through my nose, then pushed further. My eyes watered, but I wanted it, needed to feel him own every part of my mouth.

He swelled harder inside me, lengthening, thickening until the head pressed firmly against my throat and kept going. When I pulled back, he was harder now; eight inches now, rock hard, demanding. I gagged softly now, but didn’t pull back. Instead I swallowed around him, feeling my throat flutter, and Sebastian let out a deep, guttural sound that made my own cock throb.

“Fuck yeah, Evan” he said, voice rough with approval. “Suck it.”

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, bobbing slowly at first, letting him feel the wet heat of my mouth. My hand stroked what I couldn’t yet swallow, twisting gently at the base. His hips started moving in small, controlled thrusts, feeding himself deeper each time. I relaxed my throat further, letting him set the rhythm, letting him fuck my mouth exactly how he wanted.

The room filled with wet sounds, my muffled moans, the soft slap of his balls against my chin as he pushed deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t fucking care. I wanted more of his cock. I wanted to feel close to him, wanted to give him everything. My free hand slid up his thigh, nails digging into the hard muscle, urging him on.

Sebastian’s grip tightened. Both hands in my hair now, holding my head steady as his thrusts grew firmer, more deliberate. He wasn’t brutal, but he wasn’t gentle either. He fucked my throat with steady, possessive strokes, the head of his cock sliding past my gag reflex again and again. Each time I took him to the root, nose buried in the trimmed hair at his groin, inhaling the raw masculine scent of this powerful man.

I was lost in it, drunk on the weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips, the way his thighs tensed under my palms. My own cock leaked steadily onto the sheets, aching, untouched, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the thick cock sliding in and out of my throat, the low grunts above me, the knowledge that I was giving Sebastian Blackwell exactly what he wanted.

He slowed for a moment, letting me catch my breath, then pushed deep and held there. My throat convulsed around him, and he groaned, long and low. When he finally eased back, I pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening shaft. I looked up at him, eyes watering, lips slick and red, chest heaving.

Sebastian stared down at me, pupils blown wide, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by dark satisfaction.

“I didn’t know you could take cock like this,” he said, voice hoarse, the formal address sending a fresh jolt straight to my cock.

I smiled up at him, slow and breathless, tasting him on every inch of my tongue. “You’d be surprised how well I can take it, Sebastian .”

The name slipped out deliberately, intimate, stripped of title. I wanted him to feel the change in the air, to understand what I was offering him in that moment, how completely I was giving myself over without needing to say it out loud. His gaze darkened, sharp and intent, locking onto me as if he’d been waiting for this exact surrender. A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. He liked it. He liked it very much.He moved fast, sitting up and cupping my jaw in one strong hand, pulling me into a bruising kiss. His tongue thrust deep, claiming my mouth, tasting himself on me with a low, possessive growl that vibrated against my swollen lips. I melted into it, moaning softly, my hands clutching his shoulders as he devoured me.

While our mouths fused, his other hand slid down my spine, slow and deliberate, until it reached my ass. He squeezed one cheek hard, fingers digging into the flesh, then traced the crack with a single fingertip. I pushed back instinctively, needy, offering my hole without words. He broke the kiss just enough to spit into his fingers, covering them in his saliva, then pressed one thick digit against my hole. The pressure was firm, unyielding. I gasped into his mouth as he breached me, sliding inside in one smooth push.

The stretch burned sweetly, and I clenched around him, rocking back for more. He curled his finger, finding my prostate with devastating accuracy, and I cried out, the sound muffled against his lips. He added a second finger, scissoring them wide, stretching me open while his tongue kissed me harder in the same rhythm. I bit his lower lip hard, desperate, moaning loudly as sparks shot through my body, my cock leaking steadily while my hole trying to keep up with his fingers.

Sebastian pulled back slightly, eyes black with lust, voice a rough command. “Think you can take my cock, boy?”

I was wrecked, voice slutty and breathless. “Mhmm Uhh… fuck yes.”

He withdrew his fingers slowly, making me whine at the emptiness, then flipped me onto my stomach with effortless strength. My face sank into the silk sheets, inhaling his scent, my body trembling as he handled me exactly where he wanted. His soft hands gripped my hips, lifting them, spreading my thighs wide. Cool air hit my exposed hole, and I felt like I was his.I glanced back over my shoulder, hunger burning in my eyes, lips parted. Sebastian knelt behind me, gaze locked on my ass like he was starving. I couldn’t help it. I arched deeper, pushing my hips up, and shook my ass slowly, teasing, begging him to take what was already his.

His hand cracked down; a sharp, stinging spank across my cheek, and I yelped, cock jerking hard, pre-cum dripping onto the bed. “Greedy little thing,” he growled, voice thick with dominance. Another spank, harder, marking the other cheek red. I moaned shamelessly, pushing back for more, the sting only making me wetter, needier.“Mhmm, fuck yes, Sebastian”, I moaned his name.

Sebastian spread my cheeks wide with both hands, thumbs pulling me open, exposing my twitching hole completely. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin, hot and teasing. I trembled violently, heart pounding, every nerve screaming for his mouth, his cock, anything he would give me.

He leaned in closer, face inches from my entrance, eyes dark with promise.

“Perfect,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, right before the heat of his breath became the wet heat of his tongue hovering at my rim.────────────────The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Part 9: A Rich Man’s Appetite