“Fuck,” I gasped, squirming beneath him, unable to control the waves of ecstasy that crashed over me with each thrust. My protests dissolved into incoherent moans, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. My hands clutched at his biceps as if they were lifelines, anchoring me in the storm of sensation he unleashed upon me.
Matt’s rhythm was relentless, driving into me with a force that left me breathless and desperate for more. Each thrust was a promise of bliss, and I clung to him like a lifeline as he took us both higher and higher. It was too much and not enough all at once. The heat between us built to a fever pitch, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion.
My body was already revved up like a high-performance sports car, and Matt had his foot pressed firmly on the accelerator. My brain barely had time to process the pleasurebefore Matt’s hand found my cock. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through my entire body. He wrapped his fingers around me, stroking with a maddening slowness that was both torture and ecstasy.
“Ahh, fuck…” The curse was directed at Matt, but it came out sounding like a plea for more. I tried to convey my indignation at his arrogance, but it was hard to focus when he was relentlessly driving me crazy. My glare was probably more of a plea for mercy than any real threat. “You… arrogant… billionaire…” I moaned, the curse barely escaping my lips between gasps for air.
Matt’s smirk grew wider, his stormy eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Enjoying yourself?” His voice was smooth, like he had all the time in the world to unravel me.
I tried to form some sort of coherent insult, something biting and clever, but my brain felt like it was fried. Every neuron was focused on the firework display Matt was putting on in my body. Instead, all I could manage was a garbled mix of moans and groans as he continued to tease me. His hand moved with practiced precision, driving me to the brink with every stroke.
“Fuck… you!” I swore, half crying, half moaning.
Matt chuckled, in amusement clearly, his stormy eyes glittering with dark pleasure. Something about my defiance and my cursing only fueled his appetite. He surged forward, lifting my leg up over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts. I was exposed, vulnerable, and he took full advantage, driving into me deeper than before.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out again, my eyes wide, my hands clutching at the sheets for some semblance of control, as I felt him hit that spot inside me over and over again. He was relentless, his eyes fixed on mine as he claimed me. My hips stuttered, working on adjusting to the new position, but it was futile—Matt held me tight, his grip on me ironclad, unyielding. I squirmed, struggling to find some relief from the onslaught ofpleasure, but there was no escape. My protests dissolved into whimpers and pleas as he drove into me harder and faster.
I tried to form words, to protest or beg or anything that might make sense in this whirlwind of sensation. But it was useless—Matt had reduced me to a quivering mess of need and desire.
His hand on my cock was merciless, stroking and teasing it in tandem with his relentless thrusts. My body was his plaything, and he knew exactly how to push me to the edge and keep me there. I was putty in his hands, writhing and moaning as he subjected me to wave after wave of bliss.
“You like this, don’t you?” Matt whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You like being mine.”
I opened my mouth to retort, to deny his assertion, but my words turned into a moan as another orgasm ripped through me. It was like my body had betrayed me, surrendering to the sheer pleasure Matt could elicit. I was swept away in a torrent of sensation, my muscles contracting around him as my seed spilled between our bodies. My vision blurred as I came again and again, each climax leaving me more breathless and spent than the last.
And still, Matt wasn’t finished with me. His grip on my leg tightened, his thrusts becoming more powerful and deliberate, more forceful. I could feel his own release building, his breath becoming more ragged, and his eyes taking on a glassy sheen that sent shivers down my spine.
And then, with one final, powerful thrust, Matt came inside me, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt his seed flooding my insides, hot and claiming. My body was on fire, trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure coursed over me, each orgasm more intense than the last; every nerve ending sizzled and popped with white-hot pleasure. My breath hitched in my throat as I surrendered to the tempest of sensations crashing throughme, my muscles contracting violently, my vision blurring from the sheer force of it. My cock pulsed in Matt’s grip, sending another torrent of ecstasy through me. It felt like I was being ripped apart and remade all at once.
It took a few moments for the aftershocks to subside, for my heart to stop racing like it was trying to win a marathon. My breathing steadied as I lay there, thoroughly spent and utterly vulnerable.
Matt leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was surprisingly tender given the rawness of what we’d just shared. “That was great, wasn’t it?” His voice was a dark whisper against my lips.
“Awful,” I managed, my voice breathless but steely. I met his gaze, daring him to contradict me. Matt’s infuriatingly smug smirk made me grit my teeth.
“Well then, I suppose I’ll need to up my game for the next go-round, wouldn’t you say?” His voice was a teasing purr, each word dripping with a challenge that sent a shiver down my spine.
Next go-round? I nearly choked. My brain screamed in protest at the idea of a repeat performance, at least not anytime soon. My body was thoroughly wrung out, buzzing like a live wire.
I tried to scramble away from him, but Matt was faster—stronger. In one swift motion, he hauled me into his embrace and pinned me up against the headboard. I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt him, his hard cock sliding into me again. I couldn’t believe it—he was relentless! How was he ready to go again so soon?
“You’re insatiable!” I gasped, my eyes wide as I took in his fierce expression.
Matt’s only response was a low chuckle, his eyes glittering with possessiveness. “I aim to please, darling. And it seems I’ll need to work harder to please you.”
With that, he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, sending tremors of sensation through me once more. Damn him! How could my body still be so receptive, so eager for more after the way he’d just wrecked me? But there was no denying it—the pleasure was building again, coiling tight in my core as Matt’s merciless rhythm took hold.
“You—ahh—you’re insane,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his biceps as I tried to maintain some semblance of control. “I—oh, fuck—I can’t?—”
Matt’s relentless rhythm left me a breathless mess, each thrust harder and faster than the last. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his biceps, struggling to anchor myself in the storm of sensation.
“You can’t what, pet?” Matt’s voice cut through the haze, taunting and oh-so-seductive.
“I can’t—ahh—take it anymore,” I gasped out, each word a struggle against the overwhelming pleasure. “It’s too much… I’m going crazy.”
Amusement danced in his stormy eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” he teased, even as his hips stuttered and he gripped my hips tighter, pulling me closer.
“Yes—no—I can’t,” I moaned, thoroughly incoherent. Despite my mind screaming for mercy, my legs wrapped tighter around his waist, my inner walls gripping his cock with a viselike intensity. I felt Matt’s breath hitch as he gritted his teeth against the onslaught of pleasure.
