The Billionaire’s Creed

ADLEY

Mykel pressed his lips against my cheek so hard I winced. He enjoyed so much with his public display in front of his mother. I found it sweet and annoying at the same time.

“What’s wrong with you?” I rubbed the skin that was probably pink right now.

“Really? Does it hurt? You don’t mind it-”

“Okay, okay. Stop it, Mykel. We’re having breakfast.” Madelyn stacked the last waffle onto the plate and gave it to her son. “Go and prepare the table.

I hopped from the stool. “Let me help.”

“No, darling. Let him work.”

I hid my smile. Mykel seemed okay with the arrangement.

“He’s used to doing this chore. He had a lot of money that he could spend ten lifetimes, but he never complained even once.”

He returned, grabbed some cutlery from the drawer, and stocked some plates. He took the sliced fruits and the softest still steaming scrambled egg next. Once he picked up the last cup, he looked at me. “Let’s have breakfast, Mom, baby.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Our breakfast was light and fun as his mom shared about his childhood.

Unfortunately, Madelyn had to leave after. It was heartbreaking and amazing to watch at the same time that the two didn’t want to let go.

“You take care of your wife, okay?”

“Did she complain to you already?” He looked distraught. Why would he think that?

I chuckled behind them.

“Her only complaint is that you are too protective of her.” She kissed his son on the cheek one more time. I didn’t actually say that.

“That’s not gonna change. Come on, let us send you to the airport.”

“Stay and spend some time with Adley.” She looked at me. “I had a great time, darling.”

“Me too.” I smiled.

He couldn’t win over his mom. Once Madelyn entered the elevator, Mykel pulled me into his arms, waving goodbye to his mother.

I lay on the couch silently and grabbed the book on the coffee table. Mykel joined me later, massaging my foot-he was good at this. I almost moaned. Then he moved to my legs.

“That feels good.”

“It sounds like aphrodisiac coming from you.” He flattened his palm on my tummy, then rubbed it slowly. The warmth of his palm radiated down my belly button.

“Why are you reading that?” He pulled my legs apart, settling between my thighs, his face on my abdomen. The warmth and the weight of my body create sensations down my core.

“What are you doing?” I lost my concentration.

“Question to question, I see.” He leaned down and planted kisses on my abdomen, nibbling my skin, running the tip of his tongue enough to make me squirm.

“Mykel?”

“Are you wet?”

“What do you think?” As soon as my question left my mouth, he slid down, and before I knew what was going to happen, he had me pinned down, his head between my thighs, his teeth sinking against my mound through the shorts I was wearing.

“Mykel! What the hell are you doing?” I tried to squirm, but he was heavier than a log.

“Pull your shorts down.”

“Not doing that.”

“Fine.”

I thought he had given up. Instead, he opened the fly of my shorts and slipped them down harshly against my hips, leaving only my lace panties. This time, I dropped the book and covered my face in surrender.

“Let me make you feel good and teach you something more interesting.”

“What lesson do you think I can learn from what you’re doing?”

“Oh, a lot, baby.” He blew my sensitive nub against my panties. “For instance, like this.”

I gasped and bit my bottom lip.

“You’ll learn how to manage your impatience. Control. How to delay your orgasm. How to bear the ache in your clit.” He laved me against my soaked panties. I was already wet. He knew it before he tore off my shorts.

I was already gripping the book, breathing hard, and my chest heaved.

The next torture came up as he ran his nose through my aching nub, my hips backed up, but he was expecting my reaction. The friction was gone before I could have it.

“You smell sweet when you’re wet.”

I couldn’t talk. I was dizzy with my arousal. I let go of the book and touched myself.

“Bad girl.” Mykel was faster than me, pinning my hand on my tummy, his other hand hitting my aching core.

“And torturing me makes you a good guy?” I wiggled hard, but I had no luck breaking free.

“Patience, baby.”

“My butt.”

I yelped in shock. He smacked me on my engorged lips. It stung, but it also gave pleasure-it turned me on evermore.

“Do you want me now, baby?”

“No.” Smacked.

“Do you want more?”

I kept silent.

“Baby?”

“I want you to rip off those dang panties, Mykel.”

He chuckled.

“Jerk.”

“This jerk is your ticket to your Lala Land of orgasm, baby.”

“Then I’m staying here.”

Suddenly, the book was taken off my face. “Really?”

“A soak in the warm tub always does the trick, jerk,” I said confidently. “I would never beg to be fucked.”

“Wow. A couple of nights ago, you didn’t have a problem with begging to be fucked.” He took off his shirt and stripped naked in front of me. Mykel was lucky in that area. I was still wondering how he fit in with me.

“So?” I met his gaze.

“Not tempted?”

“No. But on the hand, sit,” I ordered.

He looked surprised as he stared at me.

“Did I stutter?”

He shook his head, amazed and amused.

“Then sit.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I settled between his legs.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“Learning.” I gripped his length from the base. Then I looked at the tip with his precum leaking through. When I lifted my gaze, he was so darn turned on, his eyes dazed with lust.

“Don’t, baby.”

“Don’t what?”

“You don’t have to-”

“You wanna teach me, right? Then I wanna learn this as well.” I leaned down and tentatively ran my tongue around the tip. He groaned and jerked.

“Fuck.” He threw a curse as I watched him watch me taking his shaft into my mouth. “Fucking hell!”