The Billionaire’s Creed

MYKEL

That was the best sex of my life-it was different, exceptional.

I pulled the duvet over her naked body as she curled into a ball. She fell asleep right away before we could talk. It looked like we were okay since she was not running away from bed or telling me this was a huge mistake- it won’t happen again speech-shit like that.

I dragged myself out of bed no matter how I wanted to take her again. I went to the study to follow up on Dash.

I dialed his number and turned my laptop on.

“Hey, man. How’s Adley?” I told him I had an emergency and that it had something about my wife. I was right, after all-a lot going on when I arrived.

“She’s fine. She was with her grandfather and stayed for the night.”

“Am I gonna be an uncle very soon?”

I chuckled. “Adley said you’re very optimistic.”

“And handsome than you.”

“Shut the fuck up. But yeah, that sounds great. Even Lex wants a great-grandchild.”

“So the old man has finally come to his senses that you and Adley are perfect for one another?”

“It seems so. He said he approved my relationship with Adley. He just made me promise to give his granddaughter a proper wedding.”

“So this is getting serious.” His words put a smile on my face.

“I’m in love with Adley and already told her,” I said thoughtfully.

“That’s great, man. I’m happy for you.”

“Maybe you’ll bump into your soulmate soon, D.”

“Keep dreaming, bro, but not happening.” He let out confident laughter.

“I said the same not so long ago, remember?” I reminded him.

“Well, I could say that it was your lucky day.”

“Anyway, how did the meeting go?” I changed the topic.

“It’s successful. I’m sending you the contract now. So, fifty-fifty?”

“You can’t wait, can you?” I teased him. He knew real estate was always a lucrative investment.

“Fine. What’s your offer?”

“Because you’re my best friend, seventy-thirty.” I smiled. He couldn’t see it anyway.

“You fucking shark. Sixty-forty.”

“Fine. I was about to give you forty-five, but now you’re taking the forty.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

I laughed out loud. “Take it, or you’re getting thirty.”

“I hate you right now.”

“I love you, too. So you’re in a bar. Man, I feel sorry for you.” I knew what he would throw back at me.

“You will lose interest in her in, let’s say, a few months top, or she will. Either way, it won’t work out.”

“You’re jealous of me. I have a beautiful wife who adores me, asshole.”

“Maybe we can have a threesome like old times?” The thought of having a threesome made me see red in rage, even if it was a joke from Dash. I wanted to slam my fist into his face.

“Fuck you! Don’t ever-ever fucking say that thing to me again, Chandler!” I yelled over the phone. What happened years ago was a mistake-one of the darkest days of my life. I just finished college, and I thought it would be fun.

“My, my. I believe you now. You’re fucking in love with her.”

“I already told you. Why would I lie?” I made my point. Still, my chest felt heavy.

“Are you happy?”

“Never been happier.”

“Okay, then. That’s all I wanna hear.”

“I received the contract. I’ll let my lawyers read through this. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Thanks, man.”

“No problem.” Before I hung up the call, I called his name.

“Yeah.”

“Never mention sex and my wife’s name in one sentence, or I will fucking break your nose.”

After sending the contract samples, I shut my laptop close.

I got back where I left my wife and found the bed empty. I felt as if a truck slammed against my chest.

“Baby? Adley?”

“Bathroom!” she replied.

I blew out a breath of relief. “Okay.”

I went back to bed while waiting for her. She was wearing her pajama top when she emerged from the bathroom.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Where’d you go?” She crawled back to bed.

“I followed up on Dash about the meeting.”

“How did it go?”

“I don’t wanna talk meetings and business while I have a wife to kiss and make her feel good.” I leaned against the headboard and lifted her to my lap to straddle me. “Are you wearing panties?”

She scratched her head as she wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t have time.”

“Good. Sore?”

“No. I want you.” The fire in her eyes made my skin ablaze. She fumbled on my boxers, tugging down and gripping my cock into her hand. I groaned into her touch because it felt so good I wanted to fill her again.

The thought of taking her again made me dizzy with lust. My eager cock hardened. My body thrummed in anticipation of feeling the slickness of her tight pussy before sunrise.

I crushed my mouth into her and kissed her right away. I trailed my fingers down her neck and felt her gasp, giving my tongue access to her mouth-she was always sweet everywhere-in her mouth, her tits, her pussy.

I had a fair share of experience, but I had rules, and one of them was no going down-I felt it was too intimate until I met Adley. It changed the course of my creed in bed.

I slipped my hands into the hem of her top. While I was cupping her tits, she was stroking my cock. It already turned hard. Then I trailed my lips down to her neck.

“I wanna taste you right now.” My hot breaths coursed a shiver through her. I ran my tongue up behind her ear before I nipped her earlobe and licked the shell, causing her to shudder. “Take off your shirt.”

She pulled it over my head. I took mine off. Then I leaned down, sucking her tit hard. Her nipples peaked. She moaned loudly, pushing her chest into my face.

Then I lifted her, and she got the cue, positioned her entrance, and slowly sunk my cock into her pussy until I hit the root.

It felt fucking good. I felt euphoric. Then I lifted her ass again. This time, she sunk in slowly, the process was maddening, and she let go of a moan.

She started moving, and I met her in the middle. Each plunge to its root, she screamed. My wife was a screamer. Thank fuck, this room was soundproof.

I covered her mouth with mine again as we ground each other. She was so fucking wet she was dripping. I wrapped my arms around her and lay her on the bed. I could fuck her so deep and fast with her legs over my shoulder.

I rocked my hips fast as I knew my orgasm was coming. Her body was moving, her tits were bouncing, and my hips were thrusting. I sunk in deep with one strong thrust, and she cried out. I did it again and again before I pressed my thumb on her sensitive clit, moving in circles.

I felt her clenching around me. I released her legs, let them wrap around my waist, and brought her again on my lap, hitting her in the right spot.

“I’m coming!” She threw her head back, her eyes rolling.

“I’m right behind you.”

I rocked her hard-my balls were heavy. My cock swelled and stiffed in her pussy. One last slam, she cried in pure bliss, clenching, squeezing, shuddering into her earth-shattering orgasm. She was the most beautiful thing when she came.

My sight went darker and darker with each deeper dive inside her. I pushed and retreated one more time before I plunged so deep my cock pulsed inside her, filling her completely with my release.

***

I made her breakfast. She was sitting on the island, munching fresh sliced fruits while I was flipping the pancake.

“I’m a terrible wife, am I?”

I paused and looked at her. My brows knitted. “Why’d you say that?”

“I’m sitting pretty while you’re making breakfast.”

I smiled and placed the pancake on the plate. “This is not rocket science, baby. And I’d love to make your meal if I have time. We could hire a chef if we stay here for good.”

“Don’t you want to stay at your penthouse?”

“It’s closer to our offices, but we can come here on the weekend.”

“Agreed.”

I watched her bite the strawberry, making it look appealing to catch my attention.

“Do you want breakfast or I will eat you instead?”

She laughed out loud, her eyes twinkling. “You’re so dirty.”

I used the turner to point at her face. “Now that’s the glow I was talking about.”

She giggled. “And your ego. Where are those gents?”

“They’re at the guest house.”

“I love your house. I might call in sick on Monday. Are you gonna be busy?”

“We’ll stay in bed all day. Sounds like a plan to me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I think I could use a break, Mykel.”

I laughed it out. “Sorry. You’re the one who started teasing me. I’m just playing along.”

After our breakfast, she decided to swim, and I was half-working, half-watching her in a red two-piece suit-only the crack of her ass was covered while the front was too daring with a tiny piece of cloth covering her pussy. It was distracting and a pleasure to watch her at the same time.

She then grabbed her phone and took a selfie.

“Adley?”

“Yup?” She looked at me.

“You won’t post that on your social media.”

“Why not? People post their boobs and butts even if they’re enhanced.”

“Because I say so.” I put down the iPad, and she was walking toward me. I completely lost my concentration.

“Look, it’s not too revealing.”

I took the phone from her and zoomed in on the part I wanted to see. “I’m gonna hold Elise’s paycheck this month.”

“Why? Because she bought this for me?” She gestured to her body so fucking hot I was getting a hard-on again.

I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her waist. “I wanna slide that string and fuck you right here.”

“That’s exactly what I was doing for the last half an hour. I want you to stop working for a while and swim with me. Please, Mykel?”

I stared at her. She was pissed at me. “I’m sorry. You can just tell me.”

“Sometimes you are observant, and maybe you choose to ignore me this time.”

“If I am working, Adley. I tend to focus on one thing at a time.”

“Isn’t your idea not to bring work home?”

“I thought you wanna swim alone.”

She pouted, irritated at my lack of interest. “Cut the crap, swim with me, or I’m going home.”

“This is your home.”

“You know what I mean, Mykel.”

“Sorry.” I pulled my shirt off. “Calm down. I’m swimming with you.”

“You’re swimming in your jeans?”

“My boxers.” I pulled my jeans down. “What’s wrong with this? No one would see my cock other than you.”

“Unless you have plans to show your junk to somebody else.” She went to the pool.

“Don’t be mad at me.” I stalked her to the center, pulled her closer to me, and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m not. I remember our moments in Hawaii.”

“Yeah? Where I had a hard-on all the time,” I whispered, my lips near her ear as I traced kisses against her neck.

“Where you first kiss me.”

“That’s our second.”

“Wedding kiss is not included.”

“Fine. I had a great time, baby. And at that time, I realized our marriage was not a mistake.”

“Me too.”