The Greek Billionaire and I

As his lips continued to trail down, Velvet surrendered herself completely to Mykolas’ command. She only allowed herself to feel, and feel she did, moaning as he lovingly kneaded her breasts before sucking on her nipples one at a time. He sucked them so long and so hard she couldn’t stop moaning and writhing under his body, couldn’t stop sinking her fingers into his hair so she could push his head closer to her breast and make him suck harder.

She moaned long and hard when she felt his hands moving, parting her p-ssy the way he had taught her so long ago. He stroked her, and oh God, but it was a thousand times better than the best orgasm she had when touching herself.

These were Mykolas’ fingers touching her folds and thrusting into her p-ssy. She no longer had to imagine them, and the realization that her sensual dreams of Mykolas possessing her had finally come true pushed her to the brink of release.

“Mykolas,” she gasped, body arching, hips moving to meet his fingers’ thrusts. “I think I’m gonna come—”

“Then come, agape mou.” And to make her come, he moved down so he could suck on her * while f*cking her with his fingers.

She screamed, and she was still screaming, her body shaking at the tremors of her orgasm when she felt him settling on top of her. Her dazed eyes opened, meeting his the same moment he nudged her legs wide open with his knees.

And then he was pushing inside her.

“Oh…God…” She couldn’t believe how big he was.

Mykolas’ face was filled with strain, and his teeth were clenched tight as he told her with harsh regret, “This will hurt, Velvet.”

She swallowed. “I don’t mind.” And she didn’t. Because she loved him, and there was no one else she wanted to give herself to.

Mykolas kept his body under rigid control as he pushed his cock further in, bit by bit, doing his best to give Velvet time to get used to his size. But soon, he felt the head of his cock meeting the barrier of her virginity and he knew there was no longer any way to be gentle.

“I’m sorry.”

It was her only warning before Mykolas’ cock broke past her hymen.

She gasped, her face whitening with pain at his possession. She had been prepared for it to hurt, but not that much. And he was not even done. Velvet’s lips parted open in shock, her gaze flying to his face in sheer disbelief as she felt Mykolas continue to push his cock further and further in. Oh my God, how long was he again? Oh my God, if someone measured her from front to back, would she be almost one foot long?

“Just a little more,” Mykolas gritted out.

Velvet looked at him in panic. “I don’t think there’s any space left.”

His hands slid under her body and, gripping her buttocks, he moved her at an angle that allowed him to push his cock fully inside her.

Velvet felt faint. So, so full. Oh my God, she had never imagined she could feel this full with…cock. With Mykolas’ cock.

Mykolas gazed down at her. “Does it still hurt?”

She said baldly, “Yes.”

Her tone would have made him smile if only he wasn’t in such pain himself. Everything in him demanded that he move. She felt so f*cking good, so unbelievably tight, that his body was trembling at the effort it took to keep himself still.

“Are you sure it still hurts?”

Again, her panicky gaze flew to him and her nails dug into his shoulders. “If you move, I’ll kill you.”

“Says the one who practically raped me,” he managed to tease.

She glared at him. “Move. Kill.”

More unbearably agonizing moments passed.

“Still hurts?”

“Move. Kill.”

He clenched his teeth harder. Goddammit, this would go on forever if he didn’t do something.

Velvet squeaked when she felt Mykolas starting to move. Even the tiniest move of his cock inside her made Velvet feel raw, and she couldn’t prevent a lone tear from slipping down her face.

He saw it, of course. “I’m sorry,” he said tautly. “I’ll make it better.” He slid his hand between their bodies.

“You can’t—”

Mykolas kissed her, swallowing the rest of her words with his mouth the same time he started to tease her * back to life. He kissed her tenderly, passionately while keeping his strokes on her * just fast enough to make her hot and wet. He kept kissing her even as he could feel her inner muscles relaxing, wetness slowly flooding back into her passages, and Mykolas could have groaned with sheer relief when he finally felt her legs fall wide open the same time her hips started to move.

He lifted his head. “Now,” he whispered, “I can f*ck you.”

Before she could think of what to say to that, he was already being true to his word. He f*cked her long and slow at first, and when she was gasping and writhing under him, that was when he thrust faster and harder into her, pounding into Velvet’s p-ssy again and again. He pounded into her so hard she could see stars and God, she wanted more of those stars.

“More,” she begged, feeling like she could never get enough of Mykolas’ cock. She clung to him tightly, trying to meet every thrust. Her hands moved down, gripping his smooth hard buttocks, and her nails dug deep into the skin, urging him to take her as deeply as he could.

Mykolas groaned at the feel of her hands on his body. “You want it harder?” he rasped just before pulling out almost completely and then slamming back inside her, sinking his cock to the hilt. He did this again and again, and each time Velvet would scream his name, the sound of her pleasure working better than any aphrodisiac and making him f*ck her harder with his every thrust.

She raked her nails across his back, her head tossing left and right as she could feel her body twisting inside, getting ready for an orgasm that was sure to make her pass out. “Mykolas…” The words I love you burned inside her throat, but knowing she couldn’t say it, she pulled him closer to her instead and sank her teeth into his shoulder hard.

The pain and pleasure from her unexpected bite had Mykolas gasping, his back arching as his orgasm came out of nowhere. “F*ck!” His movements became frenzied, and even as he started coming he had the presence of mind to take Velvet with him. Inserting his hand between their bodies, he easily found her * and gave it a hard little twist that had Velvet abruptly coming with a gasp, her eyes rolling back at the sheer strength of her release.

When she woke up, her first thought was that she had to leave. It was Sunday, and all teachers of GAYL were expected to be back in their dorms tonight. She had no choice but to leave…Mykolas.

Mykolas was lying on his side, head propped on one arm. She found him gazing at her steadily when she slowly opened her eyes. Again, the words I love you burned inside her, but she knew she shouldn’t say it.

“Good morning, agape mou.” Idly, he stroked her cheek, mesmerized by its soft pale beauty. He had been awake for quite some time, and every second of it he had spent merely watching her. He knew without a doubt that he could never let her go. He had known it earlier, the first time he had a taste of her. But now, the earth-shattering experience of his possession of her body had cemented the truth.

She was his, but it had to be on his terms. They had to do this right, with no false expectations. Everyone had a price. Even his mother, his beautiful gay mother who he had once thought the world of, had eventually sold eight-year-old Mykolas to his grandfather when life became too hard and she realized that she loved being rich more than she loved her own son.