Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 309: Playboy

The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, the bed unmade from her earlier rest, sheets rumpled like an invitation.

Penny pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes dark with lust and lingering sadness, her body shivering against his.

"Show me you mean it," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her strong feelings for him evident in the way she clung to him, needy yet trusting.

"Are you sure?" Darren asked her. "I was just with—"

"Please, Darren. Just take me and don't let me think of anything else."

Those words rewired Darren, especially with that innocent horny look plastered over her beautiful face.

He wanted her now.

Darren nodded, his love spilling over as he kissed her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, his fingers unbuttoning her blouse with deliberate slowness.

"You're everything to me, Penny. I'll show you. I'll show you how much I want you."

He peeled the fabric away, revealing her lace bra, his hands cupping her breasts through it, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened, eliciting a soft moan from her.

She arched into his touch, her nervousness fading into desire, but he sensed the undercurrent—her fear that sharing him diminished her place in his heart.

He laid her down on the bed gently, his body hovering over hers, taking his time to fetishize every inch of her.

Darren started with her feet, lifting one to his mouth, kissing the arch, his tongue tracing the curve, sucking lightly on her toes—a fetish he'd discovered with her long ago, the way it made her squirm with pleasure.

"These feet that carry you to me every time," he murmured, his voice husky with lust, his free hand massaging her calf, feeling the smooth muscle there.

Penny gasped, her body trembling, her emotions raw as she watched him worship her. "Darren... I love you so much it hurts."

He moved up her legs, kissing her knees, her inner thighs, his fingers hooking into her skirt and pulling it down, exposing her panties, already damp from her earlier self-touch.

He fetishized her thighs next, biting softly at the soft flesh, his hands spreading them wider, inhaling her scent.

"You're perfect, Penny. Every curve, every taste."

She reached for him, her hands shaking with need, pulling at his shirt until he stripped it off, her nails raking his chest lightly, marking him as hers.

The foreplay built slowly, intensely, their desires intertwining with spills of emotion.

Darren slipped her panties aside, his fingers stroking her folds, circling her clit with feather-light touches that made her hips buck.

"Tell me how you feel," he said, his eyes locked on hers, wanting to hear her vulnerability.

Penny bit her lip, tears welling again. "I feel... wanted. But scared you'll forget me in all this."

He shook his head, leaning down to kiss her deeply while his fingers delved inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her cry out.

"Never," he promised. "You're my anchor."

Penny loved hearing that. She craved his assurance.

She pushed him back gently, her turn to take control, her love fueling her lust as she knelt over him, unbuckling his pants and freeing his cock, still semi-hard from Ileana but swelling under her gaze.

Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, tongue swirling the head, sucking with a mix of tenderness and urgency.

Darren groaned, his hand in her hair, not guiding but caressing. "God, Penny... you always do that with such gentleness."

But Penny didn't only want to be gentle. She put in more effort.

She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her saliva coating him, her eyes meeting his with a fierce affection that said she claimed him fully, even in sharing.

He pulled her up after a while, flipping her onto her back, his body covering hers in a protective cocoon.

Darren fetishized her breasts now, unhooking her bra and lavishing attention on them—kissing, sucking, biting the nipples until they reddened, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

Penny writhed beneath him, her hands exploring his back, her moans spilling her emotions: "I agreed to this because I trust you... but I need you like this, just us."

He nodded, his mouth trailing down her stomach, fetishizing the slight curve there, nipping at her hip bones before settling between her legs. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

His tongue found her clit, lapping slowly, then faster, his fingers joining to pump inside her, building her toward the edge.

She clutched his hair, her body arching, lust overtaking her sadness. "Don't stop... I love you." He brought her to climax like that, her juices flooding his mouth as she screamed his name, her thighs clamping around his head, waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Darren rose then, his cock throbbing with need, positioning himself at her entrance. "Look at me," he said, his voice thick with love and desire. Penny's eyes met his, spilling with tears of joy now, her hands pulling him closer.

He entered her slowly, inch by inch, filling her tight warmth, both of them gasping at the connection.

The intercourse started softcore, romantic. It was filled with long, deep thrusts that let them feel every sensation, his hips rolling against hers, their bodies syncing in a dance of lust and emotion.

"You're mine, Penny. Always," he whispered, kissing her as he moved, his hands intertwining with hers above her head.

"Yes. Darren, I'm yours only!"

She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, her walls clenching around him. "And you're mine... even when you're with them."

The pace intensified, turning hardcore as desire took over. Hr thrust harder, faster, the bed creaking under them, his balls slapping against her ass.

He flipped her onto her stomach, entering from behind, his hand spanking her lightly, fetishizing the jiggle of her cheeks, pulling her hair gently to arch her back.

"Tell me you feel it," he growled, his free hand reaching under to rub her clit.

Penny pushed back against him, her moans turning to cries. "I feel you... all of you. I love this, love us."

Emotions spilled freely now. Penny was completely different from her usual self. The nervousness from earlier? It was gone, completely morphed into pure, uninhibited passion, her love for him evident in every gasp, every clench.

Darren pounded into her, the intensity building, sweat slicking their bodies.

He turned her again, face-to-face, missionary with her legs over his shoulders, allowing deeper penetration, hitting her G-spot with each thrust.

"Come with me," he urged, his voice breaking with lust. She nodded, her nails digging into his arms, and they climaxed together.

It was thrilling, even more because he had just done it with another woman.

But with Penny, there was a satisfaction he could not explain. A connection between them that this was right. His heart was made for her hers, and his manhood for her womanhood.

Her walls pulsed around him, milking his release as he spilled inside her, a deep groan escaping his lips.

They collapsed, entangled, breaths ragged, emotions raw and satisfied.

Darren held her close afterward, stroking her hair, their bodies cooling in the afterglow.

"That was wonderful. Do I have to fuck you only when you're sad so the sex could feel that great?"

Penny smiled through tears, kissing his chest. "How did I ever fall for you when you're clearly such a playboy?" she joked.

Darren chuckled. "Not with you though. I'd never play with you."

They laid on the bed together, and all things considered, for Darren, everything was going wonderful.

He would complete the quest if everything went on like this.

But as his romantic life was finally improving, his business life was about to take a major bit.

Adam Scotland and Richard Morrison were having a meeting.