Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

Chapter 140: Gentle Surrender (P•S Bonus Chapter)

Stan turned her around slowly, guiding her onto her back beneath him.

He peeled the nightgown up and off her body with reverent hands, revealing her completely, bare, naked, and breathtaking.

Her skin glowed under the lamplight, breasts full and round with dusky pink nipples, her stomach soft and feminine, hips wide and inviting.

Between her thighs, she was smooth and well-shaved, glistening faintly already. She had planned this from the moment she stepped out of the bathroom.

Smiling down at her, he brushed a damp strand of hair from her face.

”How about a deep kiss this time?” he whispered, voice husky. ”Not just a peck.”

Maya blushed deeper, but her eyes were dark with desire. Stan didn’t wait, he leaned in and captured her mouth. He sucked gently on her lower lip first, savoring the plush, sweet taste of her, the way it trembled under his.

She was shy at first, tentative, but he coaxed her open with patient hunger until she kissed him back with growing fervor, her hands sliding up his bare chest.

They kissed for long, dizzying minutes, deep, wet, exploring.

Stan dipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, and Maya whimpered softly, lost in the new pleasure of it.

She sucked tentatively on his tongue in return, her body arching up against his, and he smiled inwardly. ’If she’s this addicted to just kissing... How would she be when she experiences the real deal...’

He pulled back just enough to trail his mouth down her neck, then lower. He took his time with her breasts, sucking on one nipple slow and gentle, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while his hand kneaded the other.

They were big but not overwhelming, full, soft, and impossibly satisfying to hold and taste.

Maya’s fingers threaded into his hair, her back arching as soft, needy moans spilled from her lips.

”Stan... oh god, that feels good~”

He gave the other breast the same devoted attention, sucking harder now, grazing his teeth lightly until she was squirming beneath him, her thighs parting instinctively.

His free hand slid down her body, stroking her inner thighs, teasing closer to her core but never rushing.

”You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against her skin. ”So perfect. Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

She nodded, breath hitching. ”Don’t stop... please.”

Stan moved lower, kissing down her stomach until he settled between her legs. He spread her thighs gently, eyes dark with hunger as he took in how wet she already was.

”I’ve got you,” he whispered, before pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her sensitive spot.

Maya gasped sharply, her hips jerking.

Her moans grew softer, breathier as he worked her open with his fingers, one, then two, scissoring gently to prepare her. ”Stan... it’s, ah, it feels so good...”

Her hands fisted the sheets, her head tossing side to side, pleasure twisting her features into something utterly undone.

When she was trembling on the edge, he kissed his way back up her body and settled between her thighs, his cock heavy and aching against her entrance.

He rubbed the thick head along her slick folds, coating himself.

”You sure?” he asked, voice strained with need. ”We can stop anytime.”

Maya cupped his face, eyes glassy with lust and trust. ”I want you. All of you. Please... be gentle.”

He pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, watching her face the whole time. She was so tight, so hot, her virgin walls fluttering around him.

Maya whimpered at the stretch, a mix of pleasure and the sharp sting of her first time, but she didn’t pull away.

”Breathe, baby,” he soothed, kissing her deeply as he sank deeper. ”You’re doing so good... so fucking good for me.”

When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, they both groaned, his low and guttural, hers high and trembling.

The wet, slick sound of their bodies joining filled the room, intimate and obscene.

Stan stayed still, letting her adjust, kissing her through the discomfort until her hips began to rock tentatively.

Then he moved, slow, deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. The bed creaked softly with their rhythm, the lewd, wet sounds of her pussy taking him growing louder as she grew wetter.

Maya’s moans turned into soft, broken cries, ”Stan... oh... right there...” her nails digging into his back.

He groaned against her neck, the tight heat of her driving him wild. ”You feel incredible... so tight around me, Maya. Like you were made for this.”

He kept the pace sensual and unhurried, rolling his hips in long strokes, one hand between them to circle her clit. Her pleasure built fast, eyes fluttering, lips parted, cheeks flushed crimson. ”I’m... I’m close,” she gasped.

”Cum for me,” he urged, voice rough. ”Let me feel you.”

She shattered with a soft moan, her walls clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him as her whole body trembled.

The sight and feel of her coming undone pushed Stan right to the edge.

PAH-PA-PA-PA-PAH!

He thrust a few more times, then pulled out with a guttural groan, spilling hot and thick across her stomach and breasts in long pulses, his cock twitching hard against her skin.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

After a quick, tender clean-up in the bathroom, warm washcloths, soft laughter, stolen kisses, they slipped back under the sheets.

Stan pulled Maya into his arms, her head resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his. Her skin was still warm and flushed, her body soft and pliant against his.

He stroked her back in lazy circles, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his ribs.

”This feels... perfect,” she whispered, nuzzling closer, a shy smile curving her lips. ”I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Stan kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her protectively. ”Neither did I. Not like this.”

He inhaled the faint scent of her shampoo, the lingering trace of sex and sweetness on her skin.

The cuddle was deep and unhurried, bodies tangled, breaths syncing, the kind of closeness that felt like home. ”Stay right here with me,” he murmured. ”All night.”

Maya hummed contentedly, already drifting off in his arms, safe and sated. ”Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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