The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Part 10: Completely His (Patreon)

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Sebastian’s chest pressed heavily against my back, his cock still buried deep inside me, softening but thick enough to keep every drop of his cum locked in place (inside my hole). Sweat cooled on our skin, but the heat between us refused to fade. I could feel the slow, lazy rock of his hips, not thrusting, just stirring himself inside me, pushing his cum deeper until it felt like he was painting my walls all over again. The sensation made my hole flutter around him, greedy and oversensitive, and a fresh bead of pre-cum slid from my untouched cock onto the sheets.

His breath ghosted along my neck, warm and steady. “Feel that, Evan?” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, the kind of tone that could command boardrooms or break someone apart in bed. “Feel how full you are. That’s me, marking you from the inside.” One large hand slid down my side, fingers tracing the dip of my waist before cupping my hip possessively. “You took every inch so beautifully, Evan. Not many men could handle me like that.”

I whimpered, hips twitching back instinctively, chasing the gentle pressure. His cock flexed inside me in response, drawing another soft moan from my throat. He kissed the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, teeth grazing just enough to make my skin prickle. Then he shifted his weight, easing out of me with a wet sound that made me clench around nothing. Warm cum immediately began to trickle down my inner thighs, thick and slow, a filthy reminder of what he had just done to me.

Before I could mourn the loss of his cock from my hole, Sebastian’s hands were on me again, strong and certain. He rolled me onto my back with effortless strength, spreading my thighs wide and hooking them over his forearms. I lay there, exposed, chest heaving, cock rock-hard and flushed dark against my stomach, the head glistening with pre-cum that kept welling up and sliding down the shaft. My hole twitched under his gaze, leaking more of his release, and I felt the slow drip reach the sheets beneath me.

Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he took me in. “Fuckk…Look at you, boy” he said, voice rough with satisfaction. “Fucked open, dripping with me, still hard as steel. Beautiful.”

He slid two thick fingers in my hole, scooping up the cum that was trying to escape and pushing it back inside with slow, deliberate strokes. The wet squelch filled the room, obscene and intimate. I arched off the bed, gasping, my hole clenching around his fingers as he curled them, pressing against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Keep it all inside,” he ordered softly. “I want a piece of me inside you..”

While his fingers worked me open again, he leaned down and dragged the flat of his tongue across the tip of my cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. Just a tease, no suction, just the warm, wet heat of his mouth tasting me. My hips bucked wildly, cock slapping against my stomach, flopping back up, leaking more. Sebastian pressed a heavy hand to my thigh, pinning me down. “Don’t cum yet,” he growled. “I want you desperate for it.”

I was already shaking.

He pulled his fingers free, leaving me empty and aching once more. Then he gripped my hips, lifting them slightly off the mattress so my ass was angled perfectly for his face. His hands spread my cheeks wide, thumbs pulling me open until I felt the cool air kiss my sensitive rim. My cock dangled in the air between us, throbbing, a thin string of pre-cum stretching from the tip down to my stomach.

Sebastian started low. His tongue lapped slowly over my balls, heavy and deliberate, drawing one into his mouth and rolling it gently while he sucked. A deep, masculine groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating through me. I moaned loudly, hips jerking, pre-cum dripping steadily onto my skin. He moved lower, tongue pressing flat against the tender strip of skin between my balls and hole, licking hard, rubbing the coarse edge of his beard against the sensitive flesh. The scrape was sharp and perfect, making my cock twitch and leak again.

Then his mouth reached my hole.

He spat once, thick and warm, the glob landing directly on my rim and sliding inside. I gasped, pushing back toward him. He spat again, watching it trickle down, then buried his face between my cheeks with a hungry growl. His tongue thrust inside me immediately, fucking deep, swirling through the mess of his own cum and spit. The sensation was overwhelming…hot, wet, filthy, the warmth of his release mixing with fresh saliva, making everything slippery. My hole fluttered around his tongue, trying to pull him deeper.

Sebastian moaned into me, low and primal, the sound vibrating straight through my core. He rubbed his bearded jaw roughly against my rim, the scratch adding another layer of pleasure-pain that made my cock jump and drip. “This tight fucking hole,” he growled against my skin, voice muffled but commanding. “Taste how I’ve marked you.” Another thick spit, another deep thrust of his tongue. His hands gripped my cheeks harder, spreading me wider, holding me open so he could feast.

My cock dangled helplessly above, rock-hard, veins standing out, leaking steadily. Every time I bucked my hips, it flopped against my stomach, slapping wetly, leaving streaks of pre-cum across my skin. The pressure built fast, too fast. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hand shot down, fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking frantically.

Sebastian didn’t stop me. He groaned louder into my hole, tongue fucking harder, as if my desperation fueled him. Three more rough strokes and I shattered.

My orgasm ripped through me with brutal force. Thick ropes of cum shot across my stomach and chest, one wild spurt flying high enough to land in Sebastian’s dark hair and another dripping onto his cheek. I cried out his name, body convulsing, hole clenching rhythmically around his thrusting tongue as wave after wave pulsed out of me. My vision whited out for a second, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.“Uh.. fuck.. Sebast….ian”

Sebastian pulled back slowly, his face glistening with spit and traces of his own release, beard damp and messy. He licked his lips, eyes locked on mine with that dark, possessive satisfaction. A slow smile spread across his mouth, alpha and unapologetic.

“Not bad, Mr. Hartley,” he said, voice low and smug, the razor-sharp edge of command still cutting through the afterglow. “Not many men have had me between their legs like that. You’ve earned every second of it…”

The words sent a fresh shiver through my spent body. I smiled up at him, lazy and wrecked, Sebastian crawled up slowly, his broad frame hovering over me, sweat still shining on his chest and abs. He cupped my jaw with one firm hand and leaned down, pressing a deep, filthy kiss to my mouth. His tongue slid against mine, deliberate and slow, sharing the taste of his own cum that still coated his lips and beard. It was raw, intimate, a final claim….he was giving me the flavor of us both, marking me one last time before the night quieted.

I kissed him back greedily, hands sliding up his muscled back, pulling him closer. The kiss softened gradually, turning from hungry to something heavier, slower, until our breaths mingled and the urgency eased into exhaustion.

Sebastian broke away first, forehead resting against mine for a moment. His eyes searched my face in the dim light, something unreadable flickering there before he shifted. With effortless strength he rolled us both onto our sides, pulling my back against his chest, one heavy arm draped over my waist, hand splayed possessively across my stomach. His body curled around mine, warm and solid, the faint throb of his heartbeat steady against my spine.

The silk sheets settled over us as he tugged them up, cocooning our tangled, sweat-cooled limbs. My eyelids grew impossibly heavy, the intensity of everything we had done finally crashing over me like a tide. The room was quiet now, only the soft sound of our breathing and the distant hush of the mansion beyond the hidden door.

I drifted, half-aware of his fingers tracing idle circles on my skin, of the lingering ache in my body that felt like proof, of the warmth of his cum still inside me. My last clear thought, before sleep pulled me under completely, was how impossible this all still felt.

I was lying in Sebastian Blackwell’s secret bedroom, the one hidden behind a bookshelf in the mansion everyone in the city whispered about. The man who owned half the skyline had just unraveled me, claimed me, devoured me in ways I had only dared imagine that first forbidden night. I had come here expecting a billionaire satisfying a private urge, a fleeting indulgence behind closed doors.

But as his arm tightened around me, as his breath evened out against my neck and the darkness finally took me, I couldn’t shake the quiet, dangerous question settling in my chest.

Was this really just his secret… or had it already become something more?

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