The Billionaire's Dirty Secret
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Chapter 8: Where I Learned To Kneel
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Where I Learned To Kneel - Evan crashes a billionaire’s estate party expecting only a glimpse of luxury, but when he’s caught by the magnetic Sebastian Blackwell, curiosity turns dangerous. Drawn into Sebastian’s world of power and desire, Evan finds himself trapped in a secret that blurs the line between temptation and control.
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Sebastian’s groan vibrated through his chest and straight into my tongue as I dragged it slowly up the length of his bulge, soaking the black Versace silk with long, deliberate licks. The fabric clung to every ridge and vein, outlining the thick cock beneath. His hand tightened in my hair, letting me know he was in complete control even while I worshipped him. The scent of his arousal filled my lungs, rich and masculine, mixed with that faint trace of expensive cologne that never seemed to leave his skin.
“Enough teasing,” he said, voice low and rough, edged with command. “Take it out.”
My pulse spiked at the order. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and peeled the underwear down slowly, savoring every second. The elastic caught on the swollen head for a moment, then slipped over it with a soft snap. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, bobbing inches from my face. Seven inches of smooth, veined flesh, already glistening at the tip, curving slightly upward with arrogant promise. His balls hung full and heavy below, drawn tight against his body. I remembered this cock from that first forbidden night, remembered how it had glistened as it slid out of another man’s hole, remembered the raw power of it. Now it was mine to taste.
I wrapped my hand around the base and felt my fingers barely meet. Hot. Velvet over steel. A single stroke drew a bead of pre cum from the slit, and I leaned in without thinking, tongue flicking out to catch it. Salty, clean, unmistakably him. Sebastian exhaled sharply above me, his abs flexing as he watched.
“Good boy, Mr. Hartley” he murmured, the praise rolling over me like warm whiskey.
I licked again, long and flat from the root all the way to the crown, tracing every pulsing vein. His hips shifted, just a fraction, pushing toward my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, swirling around the sensitive ridge, then sealed my lips over it and sucked gently. The taste exploded across my tongue, and I moaned without meaning to, the vibration making his cock twitch against my palate.
Sebastian’s fingers threaded deeper into my hair, gripping now, guiding. “Take more,” he said, voice darker.
I opened wider and took his cock deeper, feeling him stretch my lips, fill my mouth. He was thick, heavier than anyone I had ever sucked, and I had to relax my jaw to accommodate him. My tongue pressed flat against the underside as I slid down, saliva pooling, dripping down his shaft. When the head nudged the back of my throat I paused, breathing through my nose, then pushed further. My eyes watered, but I wanted it, needed to feel him own every part of my mouth.
He swelled harder inside me, lengthening, thickening until the head pressed firmly against my throat and kept going. When I pulled back, he was harder now; eight inches now, rock hard, demanding. I gagged softly now, but didn’t pull back. Instead I swallowed around him, feeling my throat flutter, and Sebastian let out a deep, guttural sound that made my own cock throb.
“Fuck yeah, Evan” he said, voice rough with approval. “Suck it.”
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, bobbing slowly at first, letting him feel the wet heat of my mouth. My hand stroked what I couldn’t yet swallow, twisting gently at the base. His hips started moving in small, controlled thrusts, feeding himself deeper each time. I relaxed my throat further, letting him set the rhythm, letting him fuck my mouth exactly how he wanted.
The room filled with wet sounds, my muffled moans, the soft slap of his balls against my chin as he pushed deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t fucking care. I wanted more of his cock. I wanted to feel close to him, wanted to give him everything. My free hand slid up his thigh, nails digging into the hard muscle, urging him on.
Sebastian’s grip tightened. Both hands in my hair now, holding my head steady as his thrusts grew firmer, more deliberate. He wasn’t brutal, but he wasn’t gentle either. He fucked my throat with steady, possessive strokes, the head of his cock sliding past my gag reflex again and again. Each time I took him to the root, nose buried in the trimmed hair at his groin, inhaling the raw masculine scent of this powerful man.