Page 22 of Crushing On Bestie's Billionaire Brother

I felt my cheeks flush as I listened to him talk. His eyes sparkled as they met mine, and I could feel his energy radiating off of him. The moments passed like seconds, yet time seemed to stand still. Our shared laughter felt like tiny sparks of electricity that connected our souls together.

After dinner, Stephen reveals the next surprise—a moonlit stroll through a nearby park. We step into the cool night air, our fingers entwined, as if following an invisible thread that leads us deeper into the realm of intimacy. The moon casts its ethereal glow upon us, guiding our steps as we lose ourselves in the magic of the night.

Under the canopy of stars, we find a secluded bench, bathed in soft moonlight. We settle in, and he puts his arm around me. "Chloe," he says, his voice a low, velvety timbre, "this moment feels like a dream, and I never want it to end.”

My heart flutters in response, words catching in my throat.

As we make our way back to Stephen's apartment, a swirling mix of nerves and anticipation consumes me. My heartbeat quickens, and I find myself fidgeting with the hem of my dress, my mind filled with thoughts of what awaits us behind closed doors.

Stephen walks beside me, his presence a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty. I steal glances at him, noticing the gentle curve of his lips, the protruding Adam’s apple that bobs up and down every time he looks at me, the warmth in his eyes. His mere presence is enough to soothe my anxious heart, but a mix of excitement and apprehension swirls within me nevertheless.

We stepped into Stephen’s apartment, and immediately he seemed to sense my unease. He placed one hand reassuringly on the small of my back, guiding me down a short hallway into the living room where two couches were set in front of a crackling fireplace. Soft music poured from hidden speakers, and the low light from scattered lamps added a warm glow to the room.

"Chloe," says softly, his voice laced with tenderness as he stares firmly into my eyes.

"I want you to understand that I'm here for you. You don't need to be anxious or feel rushed. Go at your own pace." His words wash over me like a balm, soothing the restlessness within me. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders, replaced by a growing sense of trust and security. Plus, it issosexy when a man asks for explicit consent so directly. It makes me think that he knows exactly what he wants to do to me.

With a shy smile, I take a step closer to him. "That is so sweet, Mr. Connoisseur.”

“Hmm, that gives me an idea,” Stephen replies with a glint in his eyes as he pulls me into the bedroom. I take a deep breath, letting go of the remaining reservations that cling to me, embracing the possibilities that lie ahead.

In the soft glow of candlelight, Stephen pulls my dress over my head and my fingers busy themselves unbuttoning his shirt. The moment it comes off his broad shoulders, he kneels before me and pulls down my panties with his teeth.

Before I can utter a single word, Stephen's mouth is on me. He ravenously devours my pussy, lapping up all of my juices with his tongue and sucking on my clit. My back arches in pleasure as he relentlessly teases me, pushing my legs further apart and firmly gripping my ass. An unstoppable force of pleasure sweeps over me, leaving me trembling and clinging to him.

He grips me with an iron grip, pushing me against the bed as he hungrily laps at my clit. His tongue swirls and teases until I’m trembling with anticipation beneath him.

"Stephen," I moan, pleading for him to take what I'm offering. It's like he can read my mind because in the next instant, his hands slip down to grasp my hips firmly. He slides his briefs off with a swift movement before donning a condom.

His cock is thick and long and of a brilliantly rosy pink color; the tip of it is already glistening and I fight back an urge to lick it. Stephen lines himself up against my entrance without stopping the exquisite motions of his fingers that kept me on edge and aching for more.

"Say it," he orders in a deep voice, towering over me. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," I whisper, heat burning through my words before they even have time to reach his ears.

Stephen drives into me with all his strength, his cock stretching my wet walls completely as he leans down to whisper in my ear, "Say it again."

"Fuck me," I beg shamelessly, every syllable pushing him further into me. “I want you to fuck me,” I say in a louder voice that almost cracks at the last two words as Stephen pushes even further over me. Stephen responds by pushing further into me with an intensity that sends jolts of pleasure through my body, forcing out a moan as he reaches the spot that has me arching my back. His intensity pushing past that thin barrier of flesh before his cock strikes my sweet spot, again and again buckling my hips as I gasp for breath. “Chloe, are you okay?”

I hear him ask but I'm too lost in the moment to answer. Instead, I grip his tight buttocks and pull him deeper inside me. “Yes, I’m fine. Fuck me harder, please," I plead, desperate for more. He increases the pace of his thrusts, expertly pulling my legs over his shoulder in one swift movement and groaning against my neck as he pounds into me with reckless abandon. My lower body is almost lifted from the bed as Stephen angles himself so that his cock can strike my clit on each and every invasion.

Even as I prepare to succumb to exquisite pleasure, he slows down and starts thrusting even deeper, pausing for seconds at a time as he savors our closeness. Desperate for release, I plead with him to take me even further. “Please, Stephen, I’m so close. Me too, pet," he says huskily. "But I won't let myself come yet. I want to stay inside you forever...”

But my limbs are writhing under him now, clearly outside my control. With a loud groan, he yanks my legs up higher and begins thrusting in earnest. His cock pounds me without pause and a climax breaks out from the innermost corners of my pussy, flooding out of me in a string of shrieks and screams so loud that Stephen is forced to clamp down my mouth with his hands. Soon, he is coming as well and his growls sound almost bestial when he bites into my neck and holds my hips in place as his hips buck and thrash in the throes of his orgasm.

I see points of light in the black beneath my eyelids as the orgasm courses through me. Our bodies are sweaty and still trembling from the waves washing over us.

As I nestled into the crook of Stephen's arm, I could feel his body heat radiating through my skin. His arms seemed like shelter and protection, as if nothing in this world could hurt me. The scent of his cologne surrounded me and created a sense of peace in that moment. I looked up and saw a twinkle in his eye that brought tears to my own. My heart was bursting with everything we had shared together and I knew this night would be seared into my memory forever.

Finally, I can say that I get what the fuss is all about when it comes to sex.

Chapter fourteen

Stephen

Afewdaysafterthat incredible night with Chloe, I wake up with a start and a wave of guilt washes over me. The weight of my actions settles heavily upon my conscience, and I am plagued by the realization that I have crossed a boundary with my much younger subordinate. It's a familiar feeling, one that stirs memories of a cautionary tale from my past.

I remember a time when a senior journalist, someone I respected deeply, found himself entangled in a similar situation. He had succumbed to the allure of a colleague. The consequences were severe. The news of their affair spread like wildfire through the newsroom, tarnishing their reputations and casting doubt on their credibility. The repercussions were swift and merciless.

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