The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot

"Fuck!" Zevian cursed, finally giving in to her request.

Sitting up, he removed his belt and got off her, throwing it aside before taking off his pants. His every movement filled Evelyn with both excitement and a strange, enticing fear. Her eyes widened at the sight of his member, hard and bulged in frustration. It seemed like it was hungry and angry for having been held back for too long.

Zevian smirked at her reaction. He got on top of her again and positioned himself between her thighs. "This might hurt a bit," he warned, his voice low as he leaned close to her face.

Evelyn looked up at him, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She gave him a nod, a silent signal that she was ready, her body burning for him already.

At her permission, Zevian moved inside her, making Evelyn cry out in surprise. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his length, before starting to move in and out, slow and deliberate. Evelyn gripped his back, her fingers digging into his skin as the sensation became unbearable, painfully blissful.

A single tear slipped from her eye, her walls clenching around his shaft as he rhythmically increased his pace. Zevian bent closer, wiping the tear away, and caressed her cheek. "Breathe," he commanded softly, and Evelyn let out a shaky breath, his gentle touch washing away her fears.

Zevian captured her lips in a tender kiss, trying to distract her from the pain. Evelyn kissed him back, pecking and nibbling at his lips as he moved faster. Her legs subconsciously wrapped around his waist, wanting him even deeper inside her. She lifted her hips, grinding in sync with his pace, driving him crazy.

Evelyn’s legs tightened around his waist, her ankles locking behind him as they continued to make love. She leaned forward, pulling him closer until their upper bodies collided, her nipples pressed against his toned chest. His heated skin, slick with sweat, sent a new wave of desire surging through her.

Burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, Evelyn clung to him tightly, her mind hazy with sensation. Her toes curled as he hit her most sensitive spot inside. As he continued to hit it again, her body trembled weakly.

Zevian held her securely in his arms, both of them losing themselves in the sea of pleasure. He quickened his pace, pulling her to yet another peak.

"Ian!" Evelyn cried out, her voice haggard. She clung to him desperately, her nails raking down his back, leaving faint marks as she reached closer.

"I-I... ugh..." Evelyn’s breath hitched, struggling to form words. "Ugh! I think... I’m coming ag- again..." Her moans grew louder, more lewd and loud and her hips moved feverishly to match his maddening rhythm.

"Aah... Aahhh..." Evelyn felt herself approaching her climax again. Her eyes rolled back, and she cried out, surrendering to it.

Zevian paused, slowly pulling out and letting her collapse onto the bed, both of them breathing heavily. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, and brushed aside the damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead.

Evelyn panted, feeling the ache from earlier pleasure now replaced by a dull throb throughout her body. She met his gaze, dark and unreadable, wondering if he had reached his climax too. Or if they were going to do...

Zevian’s lips curved into a smirk, clearly reading her thoughts. His hands reached for her hips, lifting her slightly as he murmured, "It’s my turn now, sweetheart." Without warning, he thrust back into her again.

"Arghh!" Evelyn cried, her body unprepared this time. Zevian gave her no time to adjust as he started moving, his fingers digging firmly into her hips.

Unlike before, his movements were raw and urgent, his pace unrelenting. Evelyn’s body convulsed in response. She shuddered, whimpered, and whined, but Zevian silenced her with another searing kiss. He kissed her ravenously, his fervor leaving her throbbing for more.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes, his gaze intense. "I’m going faster," he declared.

In response, Evelyn’s arms wrapped around his neck and clung to him tightly. She silently permitted him to reach his climax too. It was only fair for him to enjoy that feeling too.

Zevian held her close, surrendering to his dark desires and he quickened his thrusts. He threw his head back with a groan, feeling his release drawing near. His grip on her tightened as he edged closer and closer...

With one final thrust, Zevian reached his climax, his nails digging into her hips. "Arghh..." he groaned, his voice hoarse but pleased, the sound of his pleasure filling the room.

Evelyn felt something heat up in her womb before his seeds spilled into her, her own body still trembling from the aftershocks. Zevian collapsed onto her, resting his head on her chest, his hands loosening their grip. He let go of her hips and wrapped her waist in a firm hug. Evelyn hugged him back, both of them panting, their breaths uneven and haggard.

After a few moments, Zevian shifted, realizing his weight might be too much. He didn’t release her but turned over, pulling her beside him on the bed. Evelyn snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest, and sighed out loud.

Zevian pressed a kiss to the top of her head and closed his eyes, heaving a soft sigh too. Though he was still buried inside her, Evelyn didn’t mind it. She enjoyed the feeling, liking the closeness.

Once they calmed down, their heartbeats returned to normal, Evelyn complained, "You’re a monster!"

Though she loved every moment he had given her, making her ache and feel pleasure so intense she felt like she was floating in heaven, her body was beginning to strike.

Zevian chuckled darkly, the sound resonating in her ears. "But I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart."

Evelyn’s eyes shot open, and she looked up at him in shock. He met her gaze, a mischievous glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. Oh, she was doomed!