The Billionaire’s Creed

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“Isn’t this what you want?” I felt hurt. My ego was bruised. We’d waited for weeks, and this was how it ended. What was the matter with him? Had he changed his mind? Did he find someone already?

“Yes, and every inch of you, but not when you are like this.” He tentatively pulled me into his arms again, but this would not happen again.

“Don’t touch me.” I dragged myself out of bed.

“Baby, wait.”

“I’ve waited long enough.” I stomped my way to the bathroom. Soak in the tub might clear up my head and ease the ache between my thighs.

I stripped off my clothes one by one. If this were some kind of a hormone that made me crazy with needs, then I would deal with it. I turned on the faucet. Even if it just started to fill in, I went inside.

Being so turned on and angry was not a good combination. It made me want to break everything around me. I poured some bubble soap in and rested my head. Then I felt him.

“I know you’re mad at me.” His words were calculated. He should be because I was not in the mood for another bullcrap.

“Try enraged that I wanted to throw things at you right now.” I let out a noisy breath and closed my eyes. “Go elsewhere but here, Mykel.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” His words came out strong. “Let me help you clean up.” He started rubbing a loofah on my arm.

“Stop.” I cracked my eyes open. “I don’t need you right now.” My stubbornness got over me. “What’s wrong with you?” I rose from the tub, not caring I was completely naked.

He glared back at me, but he avoided seeing my naked body. I knew he was struggling as well as he tried hard to keep his desires at bay. He drew a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. As he cracked them open, I could see those mixed emotions he’d been trying to hide for me to see.

“Do I look like I didn’t wanna make love to you? I mean, it’s been almost a month, Adley. From day one, all I could think was to pin you in that elevator, take you in my car, press you in my bed, and maybe tie you on my bedpost, then take you over and over again until we run out of strength. It never changed. I still want to do those for you. Look at my pants.” He pointed down his crotch. He was right-there was still a prominent bulge. “Believe me, baby. It’s been hard. I’d never waited this long before, but for you, I can wait for another month, even if it takes a year because I want our first time to be more special, you would recall, even after fifty years. This isn’t about my needs anymore. This is about us.”

I slid back to the water, trying to relax my mind and body. This time, I wanted to control my libido when Mykel was around. But clearly, his presence was not helping.

“Don’t ever think that I don’t want you anymore. Just watching you naked, and I can’t take you. Even a sane person will drive him nuts.” I felt him closer, and I finally let him touch me. “You have the softest skin, supple. Never a day went by that I never missed fantasizing about the feeling of my lips on every inch of your skin.”

I kept listening.

“You have the most desirable, the sexiest body I’ve ever seen,” he said as he lathered the bubbles on my thighs. “I’m still dazed in lust, dizzy with impatience, and I want to take you right now.”

I turned my head to him. “Why don’t you touch me?”

He froze for a moment before he lifted his gaze at me. “You know your tits are work of art, so round and firm. Your nipples are pink and stiff.”

“How do you know they’re firm you haven’t touched them?” I held his hand and brought it to my breast. A gasp slipped my lips as I felt the first brush of his massive hand on my naked chest. My body came to life and hummed at his touch.

“Baby…” He let go a long groan of resistance. I encouraged him to do as he pleased, cupping the soft mound into his hand.

“You’re just going to touch me, not sleep with me.” I moved his hand to my other breast.

“You’re teasing me a lot, and it’s not helping.”

“Strip off and join me.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He was still resisting, but he kept his hand on my breast.

“Keep your boxers on. I want to feel you. I need you right now, Mykel.”

After a few seconds of deep thoughts, he let go of a long shaky breath. “Okay, baby.”

I waited patiently.

He rose to his feet and took off his shirt first. His body was a work of art, sculpted to perfection. I itched my fingers to spread across those thick muscles on his chest. Then I watched him unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and with a groan, he slid the zip down.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. His huge bulge became more noticeable as his pants dropped to his ankle. Each muscle in his body was hard and tight. I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms.

“Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers-his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.”

“It’s inked out of fun.”

“What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese.

“Keizoku wa chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.”

“I like it.”

“Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

I leaned against him, feeling his sold wall of a chest. I could feel the ridges of his firm abs against my back, and that hard as a steel length of his poking against my butt felt incredibly good. The brush of it could almost bring me to the edge.

“Can I still touch you?” His voice was raspy and almost a whisper.

“Yes, please.” With a shaky nod, I rested my head on his shoulder as he started cupping my breasts. His fingers twisted my rigid tips, causing me to cry out with my hands clung to his arms, begging for more.

As he kept doing it, exhaling in my ear, my breathing broke.

“Don’t stop.” I let out a whimper as I closed my eyes and relished the pleasure humming on my bare skin. A pulsing desire swept through me. I trembled with yearning.

“I won’t, baby.” His free hand worked its way down my abdomen.

“Oh, God. This feels so good.” I arched my hips, silently urging him to move where I ached the most.

“I barely touch you, baby. How long it has been?” His voice was deep and warm, like melted dark chocolate. He then dragged his hand down to my belly button. The other was still twitching my nipple. It hurt, but the pleasure was getting more intense.

“Months. Almost a year.” I couldn’t lie to him. He would know.

“Do you want me to touch your pussy?” Despite the throbbing in my core, his question filled warmth in my heart. I felt special. It really mattered to him, even if he had to suffer the pain.

I nodded as a response, unable to form words.

“I need your words, baby.”

“Would it be too much for you?” I rushed out my words. The thought of him touching me was enough to make me fly, and now it was happening.

“This is about you, making you feel good.” His hand traveled down just above where I ached the most, fingers feathery fondling my most throbbing part. “You’re bare and soft.” He barely touched me, but I was already whimpering and wriggling in the water.

“Please, Mykel.”

“You don’t have to beg.” His words trembled from his lips, and my body arched, my head threw back against his shoulder as his finger plunged in between my slick folds.

I grabbed the back of his head, angled, and slammed my mouth into his. This time he gave me what I wanted-he kissed me hard, sucking my lips with a guttural groan rumbling in his throat. He began working inside me, gliding in and out, while his other hand was busy alternately kneading between my breasts. He kissed me, his tongue seeking and tasting every corner of my mouth.

It was hot and wet, and it made me dizzy. I was catching my breath when he broke my kiss, dragging his breath and his length, creating delicious friction on my butt. He then buried his head into my neck, sucking my soft skin, then nipping and licking where it stung the most.

“Fuck. You are so tight.” He added another finger and wedged as far as he could.

I let go of a long, low moan, bucking up to meet his plunge. My free hand gripped the edge of the tub. The other dug into his hair.

“Baby, you’re close. I can feel it. Look at me.”

I wasn’t aware I was shutting my eyes close and opening to see the most beautiful dark eyes lost in passion as he focused on me, for my pleasure. I didn’t realize how he could be this selfless and passionate, and wonderful and overprotective husband to me.

He hooked his fingers inside me and rubbed the most extremely sensitive of my flesh that I’d never known existed. He really knew what he was doing, how to bring me to the edge.

I instantly gasped. My eyes grew wide, and I couldn’t keep up.

“Don’t close your eyes, please. I wanna see you as you come around my fingers for the first time.” He then settled his thumb over my clit and started rubbing in circles.

“Mykel.” My body tensed. My inner wall started clamping down around his fingers.

“You’re so close, baby.”

“God. Mykel, I want you!” Delirious, I cried out, but I knew what I was saying.

“You’ll have me. That’s a promise.”

I kept tensing and tensing. Every muscle in my body tightened as it continued to clamp down. I was on fire. I knew I was just seconds to orgasm.

Mykel increased his speed, showing me no mercy, and I screamed his name as my walls tightened, clenched, and spasmed around his fingers. And I flew higher, and Mykel was there to catch me.

“God, you’re so beautiful, my wife.”