The Billionaire’s Creed

ADLEY

I may have been born with a golden spoon in my mouth, but life was not easy for me. It was difficult for someone with the impression of a brat. Nobody saw the struggle of a rich kid-I didn’t experience a lot of things as other average girls had. I didn’t have a great childhood. I didn’t have good boyfriend-girlfriend relationships. As soon as they discovered I was Lex Kross’s granddaughter, all they wanted was to impress me, which I hated the most. But I was still grateful despite those failures.

But this man whose arms wrapped around me as we came to the last part of the tour-his study room had succeeded in impressing me. I always appreciated simple things like what he did with the space. He gave me a small space to put an office for me.

“That art looks familiar.” There was a similar copy of the line art on the wall.

“Don’t hate Blaze and me.”

“That looks amazing on the wall. Thank you.”

“Let’s go to see our room.”

As he opened the door wider, my pulse raced instantly.

“You incorporate our favorite colors.” I stepped forward, revealing the marvelous bedroom with a king-sized bed at the center-something about the choices of color warmed my heart.

“Yes. I want you to feel welcome. And I’m ready to take the next step with you. I want you to move in with me for good, without your conditions, Adley.”

“Why?” I faced him. My breathy question seemed to stop the time.

“Because I’m in love with you.” His admission terrified me and made me happy at the same time. The truth, I was scared he could break my heart, but as he said before, I should take a risk. He could be right, or I would just wander for the rest of my life.

I dragged in a shaky breath as I studied him to see if he was telling the truth. “You are?”

“I’m in love with you, baby.” His eyes burned with so much passion that he took my breath away.

Tonight, it would happen. I would give it to him without a shed of doubt.

I slid my palms into the back of his neck, tiptoed, and kissed him. This time he gasped and froze for a second. He then took my face with his hands and kissed me back.

As we lost ourselves in our kiss, I slipped my hands into the seam of his shirt, and he pulled it over his head. He kissed me back as I ran my trembling and eager fingers through the ridges and bumps of his hard abs.

Mykel was a work of art, perfectly carved to appreciate. He was hard and smooth everywhere.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

This time he was more eager than I was. I knew his restraint was crushing down, and we both felt the same. Carelessly, I fumbled to undo his belt, unbutton his jeans, and shoved down his knees. He was already hard, his bulge poking against my lower abdomen.

“Baby, are you sure about this?”

“Ask me again. You’ll get the same answer.”

He then kicked off his shoes before he worked on me-touching, cupping my breasts through my clothes, but his lips never left mine. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough.

With our tongues dangling together, he managed to take off my clothes like the expert he was. I didn’t protest. All I did was give in to my needs.

He slid his hands down and cupped my butt. As if on cue, I simply hooked my legs around his hips, and he lifted me, and my impending moans finally escaped as I rocked my hips into his.

Mykel raced to the bed and lay me down at the center, breaking the kiss. “Baby, you have five seconds to change your mind.”

“Five seconds is up.”

Through lust-hooded eyes, he stared at me. And I challenged him that I would not back down. He then slipped his fingers into the band of my pajama bottom and shoved it down my feet in one swift motion.

I was only in my sexy lingerie. When he asked me on a date, I was optimistic this night could lead us somewhere-somewhere so deep in our relationship.

Mykel raked his gaze at me-from my face, my plumped lips down to my chest, my abdomen toward my legs.

“You don’t know where to start?”

His smile was delightful. “For the first time, yeah. This is a fucking dream come true, baby, and I’m overwhelmed with joy and anticipation. And I didn’t wanna look away because I couldn’t stop looking at how beautiful you are.”

He unhooked my bra and tossed it behind his shoulder carelessly. My breasts perked up. My nipples went rigid in anticipation. I watched him swallow hard and licked his lips, making my core ache with intensity.

When he kissed me again, his hand cupped my breast. Then he went down to my neck, sucking and licking the sensitive skin.

He enticed me by gradually increasing his suck, twisting my nipple. I was already writhing underneath. And then took my breast into his mouth.

I became breathless. My hands went to grip his arms. As he worked on me, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.

“I want to touch you.”

“Later.” He went to my other breast, sucking, nibbling, and scraping my nipple between his teeth, causing me to moan loudly. The pain turned to pleasure that went on and on.

Then he worked down to my abdomen, biting my skin, making me more restless. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to drive me crazy.

I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think straight. All I wanted was to fill me and rock my world. But he was enjoying the reaction he got from me.

I cried in a wail. Without warning, without mercy, he spread me wide, and I became exposed and vulnerable for him to do whatever he wanted.

Then again, he pinned my hands on both sides.

“Mykel, please?”

“Yes, baby?” He lifted his head, locking his gaze with mine.

“I want you.” I licked my bottom lip, but he seemed to have planned it ahead of time.

“I want you too.”

“God!” I screamed in shock as the first lap of his tongue on my aching core. My clit started pulsing, and my heart went beating wild. Then he nipped my clit, pulling up between his lips hard enough I almost lost my mind.

He knew how to torture and reward me with pleasure at the same time.

I sucked in a needy breath. I struggled to move and was so helpless in his hands. Before I could take another breath, he ate me ravenously, devoured me, teased with his teeth, tormented me, and soothed me with his tongue as he brought me to the brink of ecstasy.

I came so hard.

Mykel took over completely.

A rush of hot need engulfed me. I’d become impatient. My back arched, begging for more, crying for such intensity of release that didn’t come. I was writhing underneath, grinding shamelessly against his mouth, begging for another orgasm. Then he did that again, licking me up to my engorged folds to my clit.

It may sound dirty, but my pleasure surged through me as he glided his relentless tongue into my entrance, plunged into me in and out, in between suck of my clit, drawing out my pleasure.

Ecstasy swallowed me and crushed me over and over again until I had nothing left.

I hadn’t gotten back my strength and mind back; he spread my thighs wide enough so he could settle in between.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I was catching my breath as I cracked my eyes open to heavy-lidded dark eyes looking down at me. “Yes.”

He kissed me on my mouth, slipping his tongue in, allowing me to taste myself. It was mortifying and hot at the same time. I rocked my hips upward. I was back on track and wanted to feel more of him again.

Mykel’s masterful move was damn exquisite torture of the century, and I was aching again-he was pressing his length against my clit, then took it back.

“What are you doing?” I needed him-all of him inside me, and he wasn’t making it easy.

“Patience, baby.”

“I don’t need it now.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped my hand between us and held his silken thickness for the first time, causing him to hiss in pain. I started sliding my palm up and down in a slow stroke.

He was big, thick, his veins bulging. My hand couldn’t fully grip him as I wrapped it around his length.

“Stop. Stop, baby,” he ordered as I started pumping him slowly. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

I stilled for a moment and blinked. Did I do it wrong? “Something wrong?”

“I love what you do, but I’m gonna come if you will keep it like that. Just guide me to you.”

I slowly pressed him into my slick opening. Then slowly, he slipped in with the softest pressure. I gasped. Needs coursed through my veins. What we were doing wasn’t enough. And my impatient was growing thin.

Then inch by inch, he pushed, and I took him in. Pleasure rushed through me.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned and shuddered. He then pulled out and plunged in for me to adjust. Then he started moving. I could feel every inch and vein in his length inside me, stretching me.

“Don’t take it easy on me.” I looked at us and gazed down as he lowered and plunged all in, filling me in. I didn’t know how didn’t I split it in half. Once he was all in, he braced those strong arms on either side of me.

As he pumped his hips faster and faster, I pushed higher and higher to meet him. I felt it shake me inside.

“Wrapped your legs around my waist. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“You can’t break me easily, Mykel. Do as you please.” He didn’t let me finish my words.

“Mine. My wife.” He rocked his hips so hard that I screamed in shock. Sweat started slicking on his body as he drove his next thrust.

I shook in bed at how hard he took me, proving to me it was a fuck of the century. Then he pulled out. I felt empty all of a sudden.

He then used his knees to spread me wider than before. He pushed harder into me, hitting bottom, wishing he could make more deeper and deeper.

“More!” I became bold since I met him, so I met his thrust, lifting to him, offering what I got, welcoming him.

“Baby, you need to come.” He growled his words out.

I shut my eyes closed.

“Open your eyes.”

I had no choice, even if I couldn’t keep up. I stared at my husband as he pounded into me, veins bulging everywhere, sweat rolling on his forehead. Then when he pressed his thumb on my clit, I began to tremble. My world shook. I tightened around him, squeezing him.

“Oh, God, Mykel!” I chanted his name over and over again.

“Yes, baby. That’s it! Give it all to me.” He ground into me, thrusting faster and faster, deeper and deeper, rattling the bed.

I was clenching, spasming.

“God, yes!” My body arched. My head backed against the pillow as I let go of a harsh cry of ecstasy.

Without mercy, he gripped my hips tighter and thrust into me. He stilled and threw his head back, crying out my name.

Then a low growl rumbled in his throat as he shuddered and released inside me.