Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 40: Sober [R18]

>THIRD PERSON POV

"Fuck! I must be going insane!" Mallory cursed, dragging her fingers through her hair as she brush it back. A rough grunt pushed past her throat, and she bit down on her lip hard, the pressure curling into a crooked, almost defiant smirk she couldn’t quite suppress. Her whole face looked torn between fury and disbelief.

With a small, deliberate gesture, she slipped her panty away and climbed into his lap, her movements slow and sure, her eyes never leaving his.

The room pulsed with heat, their breath coming in rough, uneven bursts that filled the space between them. Their flesh shifted close, brushing together in a rhythm that matched the tremble in the air. The soft white noise from the TV blended with the low hum of background sound, creating a cocoon around them.

And with a slow deliberate move, Mallory kneeled on top of it, slowly pushing the flesh inside, drawing a heavy grunt from Venz as he tried to steady his breathing. His hand slid to the small of her back, guiding her with a gentle but grounding pressure, helping her ease into the movement though the tension between them made it difficult to go any faster.

The sheer size wasn’t making it easy either, they are barely halfway through. The strain showed in the curve of her shoulders as they sagged, she leaned forward until she collapsed softly against his neck, her breath warm and shaky against his skin. He exhaled a low, strained sound in response, his fingers gripping her just a little tighter as they both tried to adjust.

Unable to contain the pleasure any longer, Venz pushed her inside resulting for her to jolt in pleasure. Her toes curling together, her back arched, her breath breaking into a sharp, muffled moan she barely managed to swallow down.

For a heartbeat, everything froze.

Both of them turned their heads toward the stairs, staring at the door above as if even their breathing might give them away.

When nothing stirred upstairs, the tension slowly eased out of Venz’s shoulders. He let out a quiet breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and leaned forward, brushing a soft, steady kiss against Mallory’s chest. The touch lingered, warm and reassuring. Then, he nibbed at her nipples between the clothes, his saliva soaking it.

"Good girl." he whispered, his eyes fixed at her tear streaked eyes grunting with pure pleasure.

His hand slipped beneath the loose fabric of her nightgown, fingers tracing the curve of her back with slow, searching motions. He explored gently, as if memorizing every line of her spine, every tremble in her breathing. She melted a little under his touch, her muscles loosening while she rested against him.

"Now move." he ordered, in his deep, raspy voice.

Mallory nodded, her breath quickening as she began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, pressing herself closer with each gentle sway. Every shift of her body brushed against him, and the warmth between them seemed to thrum like its own heartbeat. She tilted slightly, adjusting to the subtle pressures and guiding them both with careful, instinctive motions.

Venz’s hand stayed firmly on the small of her back, guiding her with quiet authority, molding the rhythm without forcing it. His touch was grounding, anchoring her as she moved, while his fingers traced the curve of her waist with a careful, almost reverent awareness.

Mallory’s shoulders relaxed under his guidance, but the tension in her back and the tight grip of her hands on his shoulders betrayed the intensity coiling through her.

It didn’t take long until they found their rhythm, her hips moving more effortlessly. Every glance and touch seemed perfectly in sync, and a warmth spread between them as if their hearts were beating to the same pulse.

"Shit! That was good!" Venz gruntled. "You’re doing amazing wife."

Mallory shuddered at every word of praise and small whines that were escaping his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to repress them. It was amazing to see the man who normally was so calm and collected be a slave to pleasure. Mallory felt like she was being uncharacteristically shameless, but somehow, she didn’t care, drunk with the thoughts of at least owning this man in a dream. Venzrich was coming undone beneath her fingers and if it took her shame to make the man like that, it was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make.

The way those noises coming out from his mouth, she can’t help but clench around him while riding.

"Hah..you getting tighter baby..Does it make you feel so good huh? You doing so great," he praised. Mallory looked at him, in awe and the amount of sexiness a man can store in his body, she wasn’t the one in control anymore. And she didn’t know if she was the one to begin with.

"Fuck! You’re driving me crazy aren’t you?" she cursed, breathing heavily on his neck. Mallory speed up her movements and in Venz mouth came out a moaned so loud that its echoes filled the room.

She crashed her lips into him while she rode him, then biting his bottom lip to let her crash her tongue inside of him. Once he opened his mouth she explored and taste every inch of his.

Caught into her sudden aggressiveness, Venz can’t take it anymore as he grabbed her waist and slammed her hard. When they are both reaching their climax from that rough thrust, Venz flipped both of them until he’s on top of her.

Her knees quickly wrapped on his and with a sudden rough motion, he pulled it out and splashed the warm, thick liquid into her.

Mallory’s body shivered, the pleasure enough to pull her back to reality out of her drunken state. She wasn’t sure if she felt embarrassed that her thoughts had actually come true, or just flustered that she’d had those thoughts at all. Heat crept up her face, and she instinctively covered it with the back of her hand.

And all of this wasn’t invisible to Venz prying eyes, because all this time he was waiting for this exact moment. For his wife who doesn’t know restraint when drunk to finally sobered.

"You’ve sobered up?" he asked, his voice calm. Her silence told him everything he needed to know. A small smirk curved his lips as he leaned over her.

"Good," he muttered. Mallory looked at him, confused, and he added with a teasing grin, "Oh, you didn’t think we were done, did you? I’m just getting started."

He pressed a soft kiss near the corner of her eye. "This time," he whispered, "I want you to never take your eyes off me."