Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

”You play too much, Sophie...”

Then he kissed her.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, deep, devouring, and utterly consuming. His mouth claimed hers with raw intensity, lips hot and demanding as they parted hers.

His tongue swept in, stroking against hers in slow, sinful glides that sent sparks racing down her spine. He tasted her like he’d been starving for her all evening, the faint spice from the sauces still lingering, mixed with the sweetness of her sparkling water and something uniquely Sophie.

The kiss grew wetter, more urgent; he sucked on her lower lip, nipped it gently, then plunged back in, tongue exploring every corner of her mouth while his fingers tightened on her chin, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

”Mffhn~” Sophie moaned into him, kissing him back with equal fire, her hands sliding up his chest and fisting in his shirt as she arched beneath him.

Their breaths mingled, ragged and hot, the wet sounds of lips and tongues filling the quiet balcony.

When they finally broke apart, both gasping, Sophie’s eyes were heavy-lidded and dreamy, her lips swollen and glistening. She drew in a shaky breath.

”I’ve got... a much better place for that,” she whispered, voice husky. ”The bedroom is waiting for us.”

Stan’s smirk was dark and full of promise. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, still wet from their kiss.

”Good,” he growled softly, leaning down to nip at her jaw. ”I’ve eaten well tonight... but I’m nowhere near done. I can’t wait to spread you open and feast on you next.”

Sophie shivered visibly at his words, a soft, needy sound escaping her.

With that, Stan slid one arm under her back and the other beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly in a princess carry. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face into the warm skin of his throat as he carried her inside, the cool night air giving way to the softer warmth of the apartment.

”Down the hall,” she murmured against his neck, lips brushing his pulse. ”Last door on the right.”

He walked with steady purpose, her body light in his arms, her cream blouse riding up just enough for his fingers to tease the bare skin at her waist.

The city lights still filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over them as he pushed open her bedroom door with his shoulder.

The room was exactly as intimate as the rest of her space, soft lighting, neatly made bed with pillows arranged just so, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

Stan kicked the door gently shut behind them and carried her straight to the bed, laying her down with surprising tenderness before crawling over her, his body covering hers once more.

He looked down at her, eyes dark with desire.

”Now, Sophie...” he murmured, voice low and rough, lips hovering above hers again, ”let’s see how well you handle being the one who gets devoured.”

They kissed again, deeper this time, slower and more deliberate, like they were trying to drink each other in. Sophie’s hands moved with eager hunger, sliding up Stan’s chest and tugging his shirt free from his waistband.

She worked the buttons open between kisses, her fingers trembling slightly with need as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms, revealing the hard planes of his chest and shoulders.

Stan groaned into her mouth, his own hands equally busy. He peeled her cream blouse upward, breaking the kiss only long enough to lift it over her head and toss it aside.

Their mouths crashed back together instantly, tongues stroking, lips sucking, breaths mingling in hot, desperate gasps. Sophie’s fingers found his belt, unbuckling it with practiced urgency before dragging his trousers down his hips.

Stan kicked them off the rest of the way, never once pulling away from her lips for more than a heartbeat. In return, he reached behind her, unclasping her bra with a single smooth motion and sliding the straps down her arms.

The bra fell away.

Stan pulled back just enough to look at her, and the sight stole the air from his lungs. Her breasts were perfect, full, milky, and beautifully rounded, crowned with stiff, rosy nipples that begged for attention.

They rose and fell with her quickened breathing, soft and heavy, the kind of divine softness that made a man lose his mind.

”Fuck, Sophie...” he breathed, voice rough with awe. ”You’re beautiful. Really, incredibly beautiful.”

He cupped both breasts in his hands, lifting and feeling their perfect weight, thumbs brushing reverently over the sensitive peaks.

They overflowed his palms just enough to make his cock twitch hard against her thigh.

He squeezed them gently, then firmer, kneading the plush, yielding flesh with open hunger.

Sophie arched into his touch with a soft whimper.

Stan lowered his head and took one erect nipple into his hot mouth. He sucked ravenously, swirling his tongue around the stiff bud before drawing it deeper, sucking hard enough to pull a broken moan from her throat.

He switched to the other breast, lavishing the same greedy attention on it, licking, sucking, gently biting, then soothing with slow, wet strokes of his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on her skin filled the room, mixed with Sophie’s increasingly needy gasps and moans.

”Oh... Stan...” she moaned, her back bowing off the bed as she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest.

Her nipples throbbed in his mouth, hypersensitive and aching with pleasure as he devoured them like a man starved. Every pull of his lips, every flick of his tongue sent sparks of heat straight down between her thighs.

He groaned against her soft flesh, the vibration traveling through her breast as he pressed them together, alternating between them, sucking and licking until her skin glistened with his saliva and her moans turned into shaky, desperate little cries.

He was nowhere near done with her. By the time he’s done, she’ll yearn for him forever...