Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 307: Don’t Buy! So Annoying. I blame Webnovel for not numbering the Chapters in our drafts!

He laid her back on the bed gently, propping himself on one elbow beside her body.

The room's soft lighting cast shadows over her pale, slender form, highlighting the curves that had always been hidden under her professional clothes at Steele Investments.

Darren started with her hands, lifting one to his mouth and kissing each fingertip, then her palm, his eyes never leaving hers. "You smell good, Ileana. And your skin is flawless. Every part of you is."

She shivered. Those words did something to her brain that she had no control over. The man of her dreams, her boss, complimenting her.

She felt like a good girl.

Now, she wanted him to say it.

She wanted him to call her a good girl.

Maybe she had to earn it.

Her breath hitched as he moved to her wrist, trailing kisses up her arm to her shoulder. Her full breasts rose and fell with her quickening breaths, the nipples hardening under the cool air.

Darren cupped one breast gently, his thumb circling the peak, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Do you like this?" he murmured a question to her, leaning down to take it into his mouth, his tongue flicking slowly, savoring her.

Ileana arched her back, her fingers threading into his hair. "Yes... oh, God, Darren."

Her voice cracked with emotion, the pleasure mingling with her deep-seated need to please him. She reached for him, her hand fumbling toward his swim trunks, but he caught her wrist softly.

"Not yet. Let me take care of you first."

Ileana whimpered like a stubborn puppy. She loved how it felt, but she was more interested in making him feel good.

Like a good girl would.

Either way, the spasms of pleasure that vibrated through her was completely worth the patience.

When he kissed his way down her body, she wanted to go mad; his lips brushed her slender waist, the soft flare of her hips, and it caused her skin to tremble.

Imagine that. Her skin trembling? Ileana never thought she would experience that.

Except from the startling moments of jump scares in horror films, what else could make a girl's skin tremble like this?

Darren Steele. The man you are.

He, on the other hand, was transfixed on her skin.

Again, it was so pale, almost translucent, a canvas unmarked by the sun but etched with the invisible scars of her past.

He wanted to go further now, so he parted her thighs gently, his fingers tracing the inner curves, feeling her tremble.

"Tell me if anything feels wrong," he said, his voice low and reassuring. She nodded, her eyes wide with trust and wild desire.

"It all feels right... with you."

Darren liked hearing that, though it did make him feel a little pressure. Responsible for her. Not just for her satisfaction.

He lowered his head, his mouth finding her center. Her wetness waited for him and with no hesitation at all, his tongue began exploring her pussy with deliberate slowness.

Ileana cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily, her slender legs wrapping around his shoulders. "Darren... please, I want to make you feel good too."

Her words were breathless, her insecurity bubbling up — she needed to give, to prove her worth.

But Darren lifted his head, kissing her inner thigh. "You are, just by being here. Relax into it."

He continued, his fingers joining his mouth, stroking her folds, circling her clit with a rhythm that built her pleasure layer by layer.

She moaned, her curvy body writhing under him, her full breasts heaving as she clutched the sheets.

The foreplay stretched on, minutes turning into an eternity of touches: his hands kneading her plump ass, lifting her hips to deepen his access, her gasps turning to pleas.

Finally, as her body quivered on the edge, Darren rose, shedding his trunks.

His erection stood hard and ready, but he moved slowly, positioning himself between her legs. "Are you sure?" he asked, his hand stroking her cheek.

Ileana nodded fiercely, pulling him down for a kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Yes... I need you inside me. Please, Darren."

He entered her gradually, inch by inch, filling her slender, curvy form with a passionate thrust that made them both groan.

She was tight, her walls clenching around him, her pale skin flushing with heat. Darren set a slow pace at first, rocking into her, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements. "Like this... feel me," he whispered, his forehead against hers.

Ileana's desire ignited fully, her insecurity fading as she met his thrusts, her nails digging into his back.

"Harder... I want all of you," she begged, her voice wild with need.

Darren obliged, increasing his rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a passionate dance. He flipped her onto her side, entering from behind, his hand cupping her breast, pinching the nipple as he drove deeper.

"You feel… really good," he growled, his other hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit.

After multiple thrusts, they changed positions and went again. Minutes past and only then did they realize that others were still by the pool.

They didn't care, they fucked for a time longer.

Finally, after thirty-two minutes, Ileana came first, her body convulsing around him, a cry escaping her lips that echoed her release from years of pent-up fear.

Darren followed soon after, thrusting one final time, spilling inside her with a deep groan, holding her close as they trembled together.

They lay entangled for a while, breaths syncing, Darren stroking her hair.

"That was... everything," she whispered, her eyes shining with tears of relief. It really was everything to her. "Thank you," she added. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

It caught Darren off guard.

He kissed her forehead.

"You don't have to thank me anymore. Just be you."

Eventually, he pulled away, dressing quietly, giving her space to recover.

"I better check on others," he said to her as he opened the door to leave.

"Bye," she replied with a smile.

But as soon as he got outside, Darren froze.

There was an unexpected sight before him.

It was Penny.

She was standing just outside, her hand slipping from between her thighs, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes wide with surprise.

She had been listening, touching herself to the sounds within, and breathing raggedly.

Darren raised an eyebrow, not sure of what to even say.