The Art of Wealth: I Became a Billionaire-Chapter 36: Pain and Passion...2 [R18]

The night had sunk deep into silence, and a sharp coldness lingered in the air. Outside, the wind whispered against the windows, but inside Philip’s house, a different storm was building.

Philip’s body burned with rising heat as Dahlia’s mouth worked its magic on him.

"Hmmmm... Urrrghhh..." he moaned, repeatedly, the sounds echoing softly through the room.

Suddenly, she stopped, feeling the hardness intensify. Without a word, Philip pulled her up by her hair and kissed her, deep, slow, purposeful. It wasn’t wild, it was emotional. A kiss that carried history.

They moved clumsily, hungrily, pushing each other from wall to wall, their lips never parting. As they continued, they began removing each other’s items of clothing.

The lovemaking reached the point that Dahlia was only wearing her bra and pants... They’re yet to even begin...

Philip then pushed Dalia to the bed. He started stripping off her underwear till Dalia became completely naked.

He then pressed a simple kiss on her lips, then her cheek, her neck, the top of her breast, her stomach.... Till he reached down there... First of all, he opened her legs wide, then he pulled out his tongue to her clitoris and sent Dalia to another planet.

"Ahhhhhh. Hooooo."

Dalia moaned uncontrollably as Philip continued licking her clits, his rhythm building intensity.

As they were still in their missionary position, Philip removed his head from Dahlia’s pussy, and as everywhere was wet, he stretched his hand to his cabinet at the right, took out a condom, and opened it with his teeth like a pro.

He wore the condom to his dick perfectly, then, gently, he entered her, just the head first. Dahlia moaned. He pulled back slightly, then slipped in again, deeper this time. Slowly. Quietly. Until he was fully inside her.

That was when the main action began. He began pulling in and out. In and out. Moving fast and uncontrollably. It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional. Every touch said: I see you. I want you. I remember you.

They continued the missionary position for about 15 minutes till Philip stopped, pressed his lips against Dahlia’s once more, and they began kissing passionately for a short while. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Philip rose again, turned Dahlia back, pulled her waist up, and she was in a perfect doggy style. He slipped his dick into her in the doggy style and continued the banging.

(Tatatatata... Kpakpakpa...)

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room.

Philip was kind of getting tired, and Dahlia noticed this. She pushed him to the bed, by her side, turned, and climbed on top of him. Kissed him first, while stroking his hard cock with her hand... Then she climbed on him, used her hand to slip the cock into her, and began giving him the cowgirl position.... The night carried on with no clock

(Hmmmmm...Ooohhhh...) At this time, both parties were moaning loudly. It wasn’t just the fire in the hearth that burned. It was them.

Dahlia was dripping wet, the bed soaked beneath her. Still, she didn’t stop. She kept going, kept riding Philip like a horse that’s being rode on at a very fast rate.

Philip, who was holding her waist, guiding her motion, and controlling the movement, was so tensed up and suddenly, he gave in... Every bit of sperm in him rushed out quickly into the condom and he let out a huge moan.

Dahlia collapsed beside him, both of them breathless.

Philip removed the condom and slipped it discreetly into his shoe beside the bed.

"..."

As they lay tangled beneath the sheets, their bodies still warm despite the chill outside. They gave soft breaths in the quiet room.

Philip exhaled deeply his chest rising and falling against Dalia’s. "That... was beautiful. I missed that. I missed you." he murmured, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Dalia chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "You don’t have to tell me," she said softly, eyes meeting his. "It’s actually been a long time. I knew you needed that."

He turned toward her, brushing his fingers along her jaw. "Of course, you knew, you always know."

She kissed his shoulder, then looked up at him with a steady but tender voice. "I’m not rushing off this time, Phil. I’ll be around. And... if you want more of this, of us, I’m here."

She kissed his shoulder, then looked up at him with a steady but tender voice. "I’m not rushing off this time, Phil. I’ll be around. And... if you want more of this, of us, I’m here."

Philip’s brows furrowed. "What do you mean you’re here?" he asked, his voice low, cautious. "What happened to your job in South LA? Why would you stay here for long?"

Dahlia’s expression softened even more. "I requested a transfer," she said gently. "To this city. To be close to you. I had to, Phil. I need to be near you. I need to look after you."

Philip stood up abruptly, the sheets falling from his waist as he walked toward the window, with tension radiating from his shoulders. He stared out into the cold night. "No. You can’t," he muttered, fists clenched. "You think I don’t want you here? God, Dahlia, I’ve wanted that for years. But this... this place, this life I’m tied to... it’s dangerous.

I don’t want anyone to know about you. Especially not my father. If he finds out, he’ll use you. He always finds the weak points. And you," he hesitated, turning halfway toward her, "you’re my greatest one."

Dalia stood slowly, the blanket wrapped loosely around her. She crossed the room and stood beside him, placing a hand gently on his arm. "If anything happens... we’ll face it together," she said quietly but firmly. "I came here knowing the risks, my love. I’m not naive. But I’m tired of the distance. Tired of the nights apart. Of pretending I don’t want to be in your world."

He looked down, jaw tense, but said nothing.

"Are you not tired too?" she asked. "Tired of hiding? Tired of carrying all of this on your own?"

Philip opened his mouth to speak, but the words faltered.

"But..." he began.

"No," Dalia interrupted, stepping in front of him, eyes searching his. "I miss you, Philip. I miss having you around. I miss what we share, what we are... We can’t keep living like this, running from it, denying it. We have to make this work. And we can. We will."

She reached up, gently taking his face in her hands. "Whatever happens, we face it. Squarely. Together."

And with that, she pulled him in, pressing her lips against his in a deep, emotional kiss, one that spoke of longing, of promises unspoken, and the war they were both willing to fight for love.