The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Part 9: A Rich Man’s Appetite (Patreon)

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My ass was high in the air, cheeks spread wide by Sebastian’s strong hands, hole completely exposed and twitching under the cool air of the room. I felt filthy and perfect at the same time, face buried in the black silk sheets that still carried his scent, heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. I had just shaken my hips for him like a needy slut, and the sharp spanks he delivered still burned hot on my skin, a reminder that everything here belonged to Mr. Blackwell tonight.

Sebastian’s thumbs dug deeper, pulling me open even wider. I felt the vulnerability down to my bones, every hidden part of me on display for this man who owned half the city and now, without question, had control over me. His breath ghosted over my hole, warm and deliberate, making my hole clench greedily.

Then he spoke, voice low and rough with hunger. “Look at this pretty little hole. So fucking eager.”

Before I could draw another breath, I felt it, hot, wet, deliberate. He spat directly onto my rim, a thick stream that landed perfectly and trickled down over my entrance. I gasped, the sudden warmth making me push back shamelessly. He spat again, thicker this time, watching it slide over my sensitive skin before he leaned in.

His tongue followed immediately, broad and possessive, licking a slow, firm stripe from my balls all the way up to my hole. The sensation punched the air from my lungs. He didn’t tease. He devoured. The flat of his tongue pressed hard against my rim, lapping up his own spit mixed with my taste, circling the tight ring of muscle with relentless pressure.

I moaned into the sheets, loud and broken, hips jerking back against his face. Sebastian growled in response, the vibration shooting straight through me. His grip tightened on my cheeks, holding me exactly where he wanted as he pushed the tip of his tongue inside my hole. My thighs shook. My cock leaked dangling between my legs.

He pulled back only to spit again, then dove deeper, tongue fucking into me with slow, hurried movements. He ate me out like he was prepping his meal. His stubble scraped against my sensitive skin, adding a rough edge to the heat of his mouth. One hand released my cheek and came down in another sharp spank, the sting making me clench around his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good, Evan” he muttered against my hole, voice muffled, before plunging back in, moaning low and hungry like he couldn’t get enough. The sound of Sebastian Blackwell, untouchable billionaire, moaning into my ass undid me completely. I pushed back harder, riding his face, chasing more of that wicked tongue, more of his dominance, more of him.Sebastian’s tongue plunged deeper into my hole, wet and insistent, his low moans vibrating through my entire body as he buried his face between my cheeks. He rubbed his stubbled jaw against my sensitive skin, the rough scrape sending shivers up my spine, his hot breath fanning over me as he licked and sucked with greedy hunger, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he growled against my rim, the words muffled but laced with raw possession, before diving back in, his tongue swirling and thrusting until I was a whimpering mess.

Eventually, he pulled back, leaving me empty and aching, my hole clenching desperately for more. I heard the shift behind me, the silky sheets dipping as Sebastian rose to his knees. His hands never left my ass, thumbs still spreading me wide, keeping my hole opened up for him. I glanced back over my shoulder, breath ragged, and saw this beautiful man towering there, his massive cock jutting out like a weapon, eight inches of rock-hard meat, veined and ready to destroy my hole. His eyes were locked on me, dark with lust, sweat already beading on his chiseled chest from the intensity of what we’d done so far.

Without a word, he grabbed his cock at the base and slapped it down between my cheeks, the heavy thud echoing in the room. The thick shaft landed right along my crack, hot and pulsing, the swollen head nudging against my rim. I moaned low and desperate, arching back into it, the weight of his meat pressing down on me like a promise. “Oh fuckkk, Sebastian… that feels so fucking good,” I gasped, my voice breaking as he slapped it again, harder, the wet smack making my hole twitch.

“Yeah? You like feeling my cock right there?” he rumbled, his voice thick with dominance, sliding his shaft slowly up and down my crack now, teasing the entrance without pushing in. The friction was torturous, his pre-cum smearing over my skin. I could feel every ridge, every vein dragging against my hole, the sheer girth of him making my stomach clench in anticipation. His thick meat hovered so close to my hole, pressing just enough to hint at the stretch to come, and I pushed back greedily, moaning louder. “Please… fuck, arghh.. Fuck me, Mr. Blackwell”

Sebastian chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock along my crack in slow, deliberate strokes. “Greedy, are we, Mr. Hartley,” he murmured, one hand leaving my cheek to grip his shaft, guiding the head right to my entrance. He circled it there, the blunt tip nudging my rim, spreading his pre-cum like lube. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my back, the room already heavy with the scent of our arousal, our bodies heating up from the buildup. “You’re gonna take every inch for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes… oh fuck, yes,” I whimpered, my own cock throbbing painfully against the sheets, leaking steadily as he teased me. The feeling of his thick meat so close to my hole was overwhelming, the heat radiating from him, the way it pulsed against me like it had a heartbeat of its own. I was nervous, yeah…I’d bottomed a few times before, with guys who were nothing like this, nothing like Sebastian Blackwell. No one this handsome, with that sharp jaw and piercing eyes, no one this big, and definitely no one who had a literal hidden sex room tucked behind a bookshelf in their billionaire mansion. But that nervousness only fueled the fire, making me want him more, making me submit completely.

He pressed forward then, the head of his cock breaching me slowly, the sharp sting of the stretch hitting me like a bolt. I gasped, fingers clutching the sheets, my body tensing instinctively. It burned, the girth forcing me open inch by inch, but oh god, the pleasure chased right behind it; my eyes almost rolled back in my head as he sank deeper, the fullness overwhelming everything else. “Ahh…fuck, you’re so big,” I moaned, pushing back on his cock, showing him I wanted it, needed it, my hole clenching around him in eager waves.

He groaned deeply, hands gripping my hips like iron as he eased in further, slow and controlled, letting me feel every thick inch. “That’s it, take my cock,” he commanded, voice rough and hot, sweat slicking his palms against my skin. He bottomed out finally, his balls pressing against my butt, eight inches buried deep inside me, stretching me to my limit. The pressure on my prostate was immediate, sparks shooting through my body, and I moaned in pleasure, rocking back against him. “Unghh fuck.. Fuck yes”.

Sebastian stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust to his cock, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned over me. Then, with a dominant growl, he reached forward, grabbing both my wrists and pulling them behind my back. He pinned them there with one large hand, the other staying on my hip, holding me in place. The shift made me arch deeper, completely at his mercy, and I moaned in response, thrusting back subtly to urge him on; my way of begging for more, of consenting with every fiber of my being, my body screaming yes even as he took control.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, sweat dripping from his chest onto my back as he started thrusting. He pulled out slow, then slammed back in, the thrust hard and deep, making me yelp in pleasure. His grip on my wrists tightened, using them as leverage to fuck me harder, his hips snapping forward with raw power. Sweat poured off us both now, our bodies sweaty and sliding, the room filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, his grunts mixing with my moans.

He was so hot like this; dominant, yes, but devastatingly sexy, his muscles flexing under sweat-sheened skin, abs contracting with every powerful thrust. That sharp jaw clenched in focus, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared into me, like I was the only thing in his world. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, Mr. Hartley” he growled, pounding deeper, the bed creaking under us. I pushed back into every stroke, meeting him thrust for thrust, my hole clenching around his thickness, the friction building heat that made my balls tighten.

He released my wrists only to wrap one arm around my chest, pulling me up against him, my back to his sweaty torso. His free hand wrapped around my throat; not choking, just holding, possessive…as he fucked up into me relentlessly. “Yeah boy, Happy fucking New Year,” he snarled in my ear, teeth grazing my neck, his cock hitting my prostate over and over, sending white-hot pleasure through me. Sweat ran down his face, dripping onto my shoulder, our bodies a slippery mess of heat and friction.

I was lost, moaning incoherently, my cock bouncing with every brutal thrust, pre-cum flying. “Harder… fuck me harder, Sebastian,” I begged, grinding back onto him, showing him I craved his dominance, his control. He obliged, hips pistoning faster, the pace turning frantic, sweat flying off us as he chased his release.

His breaths grew ragged, grunts deeper, and I felt him swell inside me, the telltale throb. “Gonna cum inside you,” he rasped, voice breaking with lust, hand tightening on my throat just enough to make me dizzy with need. One final, punishing thrust and he exploded, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside me, pulse after pulse, as Sebastian roared my name against my neck. His cock throbbed hard, each spurt marking me from the inside, filling me until I could feel the warmth spreading, his seed claiming every inch of my stretched hole. His body shuddered against mine, sweaty chest heaving, muscles taut as he emptied himself completely. The hand at my throat loosened just enough for me to breathe, but he kept me pinned, his weight a delicious cage I never wanted to escape.

He stayed buried to the hilt, hips pressed flush against my ass, not wanting to pull out even as the last tremors faded. His breath was ragged in my ear, hot and uneven, the scent of sweat and sex thick between us. Slowly, he shifted, one arm shifting to turn my face slightly without separating our bodies. His cock flexed inside me as he moved, drawing a weak whimper from my throat.

Sebastian cupped my jaw with firm fingers and twisted my head toward him. The kiss that followed was nothing gentle. It was a man’s kiss, deep and demanding, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like he still needed to own that part of me too. I opened for him instantly, moaning into it, tasting the salt of his sweat and the raw hunger that hadn’t dimmed even after he’d just come. His stubble scraped my skin, his lips bruising mine, and I kissed him back just as hard, desperate, greedy, showing him with every flick of my tongue that I was still his, still wanting more.

He broke the kiss only when we were both breathless again, forehead resting against mine, his cock still thick and half-hard inside me, plugging every drop of his cum. A low, satisfied laugh rumbled from his chest, dark and filthy.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice husky and rough with afterglow, “I didn’t know the shy little guy who sneaked into my study a few nights ago would take cock this fucking good.” He laughed again, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into my back where he pressed against me, heavy and possessive. “It’s fucking insane.”

His words hit me like another thrust, heat flooding my face even as my hole clenched around him, milking the last of his release. I was still hard as fuck, cock trapped beneath me against the sheets, throbbing, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that pooled warm and sticky under my stomach. Every tiny shift of his hips reminded me he was still inside and it kept me on the edge, aching, desperate for release I knew he wasn’t ready to give yet.

Sebastian settled his full weight over me, chest against my back, one arm locked around my waist, the other tangled in my hair. His cock stayed buried deep, warm and heavy, a constant pressure that I didn’t want to let go of.

I closed my eyes, breathing him in, body trembling with unspent need, and let myself sink into the feeling of being utterly, completely his.

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