24 Personal Butler
“Fuck… Fuck!” His head fell back, a guttural moan ripped from his throat as her warmth enveloped him again. She rode out the last tremors of her orgasm while taking him back inside her—completely, fully.
But she didn’t ride him fast.
She moved in long, slow rolls of her hips, dragging every inch of him through her soaked heat with unbearable precision. Her eyes stayed locked on his, dark and wicked, every movement calculated to keep him teetering on the edge without tipping.
His hands gripped the sheets at his sides, knuckles white, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
“Don’t cum,” she whispered, voice low and commanding.
“Sienna—I can’t—hold back—”
She rolled her hips again, grinding on him.
“You don’t get to cum yet,” she said, voice trembling. “Because if you do, you’ll ruin me for hours again, and you won’t stop until morning. This time, you’re holding back. I’m not spending all night a mess from too many orgasms.”
He looked up at her, eyes wild, body taut like a bowstring. His muscles strained beneath her, fighting the instinct to flip her back over and fuck her until they both shattered.
His hands finally slid to her waist, thumbs stroking her skin as he guided her gently, still letting her lead. Her legs parted wider, her back arching with every roll of her hips, offering him everything. His fingertips brushed the insides of her thighs again, slowly spreading the heat pooling there, stroking her like she was fragile, but his.
She gasped at his touch, her head tipping back, lips parted, body opening even more for him.
And Adrian just watched her, every moan, every shake, every expression of pleasure she gave him.
She was breathtaking.
Adrian’s eyes darkened. His gaze swept over her flushed body, memorizing every dip, every curve, every twitch of need she couldn’t hide. He lowered his head, lips grazing the skin just above her heart, then lower. He kissed her breasts gently, suckled softly, then again—his tongue teasing her until her back arched into him, a soft moan slipping past her lips.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and thick with desire. His tongue traced lazy circles around her nipple before he pulled it into his mouth again, suckling softly, drawing another whimper from her throat.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging gently, grounding herself as her body trembled with every flick of his tongue.
“Ah…,” her shuddering moans echoed in the room.
His hands gripped her hips again, guiding her slowly as she moved above him, still in control, but barely. Her rhythm faltered under his touch, under the way his mouth worshipped her, how his heavy breaths made her insides clench.
He let her ride him slow, deep, every roll of her hips grinding them tighter together. And yet he held back, didn’t thrust up, didn’t take over—not yet. He just watched, and felt her.
“You’re driving me insane,” he muttered, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Every time you move, I get closer to losing it.”
Her hands braced on his chest, nails lightly digging into his skin, eyes locked to his. “Then lose it.”
He growled, low and feral, and the control he was clinging to frayed at the edges. His hands clamped around her waist, grip tightening as he surged up into her, once—hard, deep—making her cry out. Her body jolted, a moan catching in her throat, and her walls clenched around him like a vice.
“You want me to break?” he rasped. “Because I will. You’re not making it easy to hold back.”
“I don’t want easy,” she whispered, voice shaking.
That snapped something in him.
He sat up, chest pressed to hers, mouth catching her gasp in a kiss that was hungry, messy, full of teeth and tongue and need. His arms wrapped tight around her as he thrust up again, harder now, making her ride him in sharp, deep strokes. Their bodies moved together like fire meeting fuel. Fast, uncontrollable, burning up too quickly.
Her moans spilled into his mouth as her hands clawed at his shoulders. Her legs tightened around his waist again, pulling him deeper, holding him there as he drove into her again and again, each thrust sending a fresh wave of heat through her veins.
“I can feel you,” he groaned against her lips. “Every squeeze, every twitch… You’re so fucking soft.”
“Hah…! Oh my… God!” She buried her face in his neck, biting down gently as her body began to tighten again. His name fell from her lips in broken gasps, the tension building too fast, too much.
And he felt it too.
“Ah!” Her second climax hit like lightning, sharp and overwhelming. She shook in his arms, her cries muffled against his skin, her body fluttering around him as he held her through it, still moving, still chasing his own release.
But he didn’t let go yet.
Not until he laid her back gently against the bed, spreading her legs wider and gripping her hips tight.
“Now,” he whispered, voice hoarse and trembling, “now I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been dying to.”
And then he thrust into her—deep, hard, rough.
“Oh God, Adrian!”
Each movement sent her sliding against the sheets, his body pinning her in place, skin slick with sweat and heat and need. His rhythm was merciless, every stroke punishing and perfect, dragging cries from her throat that she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her fingers clawed at his back, her body writhing beneath his, completely at his mercy—and he was giving her none.
“You said you didn’t want all night,” Adrian growled into her ear, voice dark and wrecked. “But it’s too late now.”
She couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Her nails scraped down his spine as his hips slammed into hers, again and again, the sound of their bodies filling the room—raw, rhythmic, desperate.
“I warned you,” he muttered, his mouth dragging along her jaw. “You do this to me. Made me lose control.”
And he had lost it.
His hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her legs higher, changing the angle, and when he drove into her again, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. The pressure was too much, too deep. She was stretched, full, shattered beneath every thrust, her body begging for a release it wasn’t ready to take again.
“Adrian—” she gasped, but he kissed the words right off her lips.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, hips still driving. “Give me one more. Just one more.”
She shook her head, body trembling, completely undone, but he didn’t stop.
And then his hand slid between them, fingers finding that perfect spot, stroking her with every thrust. Her legs kicked around him, her heels digging into his back, breath torn from her lungs.
“I can’t—”
“You will ,” he growled, voice like gravel. “Let go for me.”
And she did.
Her orgasm slammed into her like a wave, blinding and wild and too much. She screamed his name, head thrown back, entire body locking tight around him as she came hard, soaking him, shaking uncontrollably.
That was all it took.
Adrian cursed, low and guttural, and finally let go. He drove deep one last time, spilling into her with a ragged groan, his entire body tensing over hers as he emptied himself inside her. Every muscle in him went taut, then soft—his weight sinking into her as his breath heaved in her ear.
They stayed like that. Tangled, breathless, ruined.
Her fingers slowly loosened their grip on his back, arms wrapping around him instead. His face was buried in her neck, lips brushing her skin in lazy kisses.
She could barely catch her breath, her body boneless beneath him, but then she felt it—his cock still hard, still thick inside her.
Still ready.
Her eyes fluttered open. “You’re not done,” she whispered, more realization than question.
Adrian lifted his head from her neck, eyes dark, sweat-slicked strands of hair falling into his face. He looked at her like a man starved, like she was the only thing in the world that could satisfy him, and he still hadn’t had enough.
“Yes,” he murmured, dragging his mouth along her jaw. “You ruined me the second you started riding me. Now I can’t stop.”
Without warning, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. She barely had time to gasp before he gripped her hips and yanked her back, lifting her ass toward him. Her knees scraped against the sheets, body still trembling as he filled her again from behind in one hard, hungry thrust.
“Ahhh!” She cried out, arms collapsing under her as he drove into her again, deeper, rougher, harder.
There was no rhythm anymore, just pure, frenzied need. The sound of his skin slapping against hers echoed through the room, his hands gripping her hips so tight she’d feel the bruises tomorrow. He leaned over her, one hand sliding up her back, pressing her down into the mattress while he kept slamming into her from behind, wild and merciless.
“Say my name,” he growled against her ear, voice raw.
“Adrian,” she gasped, her voice catching with every thrust. “Oh…!”
He groaned, fucking her harder. “Say it louder.”
“Adrian!” She screamed it this time, her voice breaking as she shattered around him again, her orgasm burning every vein inside her body. She clenched around him so tightly that he cursed again, burying himself deep and holding there, his whole body jerking as he came a second time, hot and thick, spilling inside her with a broken moan.
He collapsed beside her for only a few seconds, pulling her into his arms, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her shoulder. His hands roamed her body again, slow and gentle now, but possessive. As if he was claiming every inch all over again.
And when he slid into her again, from the side this time, it was different—deeper, slower, but no less intense.
This time, he took his time. Rolling his hips into hers like a wave, building her back up gently while he whispered soft praises against her skin.
“You feel too good,” he murmured. “Every part of you was made for me.”
Her body obeyed him without question, already melting, already rising toward another high. Her thighs trembled around him, her breath coming in quiet, broken little gasps.
Adrian kissed her as they came together again—deep and messy, swallowing her moan as she clenched around him and he spilled into her one last time, both of them shaking, drenched, completely spent.
They lay there in silence, chests heaving, skin sticking together from sweat and heat and everything they'd just shared.
And finally, when her body stopped trembling, when her head could think clearly again, she nudged his cheek with her nose and muttered breathlessly, “This… this is exactly why I said you don’t get to cum first.”
Adrian blinked, still drunk on her, his thumb stroking her cheek lazily. “Why?”
She gave him a look. “Because the second you do… you lose control. And then I’m stuck. Shaking, ruined, and completely fucked until morning.”
He grinned, unapologetic. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw. “I know.”
He pressed another kiss to her collarbone, voice low and rough. “You already know what’s coming in five minutes—once you’ve caught your breath.”
She let out a soft groan, burying her face in his chest. “You’re insatiable.”
Adrian chuckled, the sound dark and quiet, as his hands found her hips again. “Let me help you get ready.”
Within seconds, he was between her legs, fingers deep inside her, unrelenting as he worked her g-spot with expert precision. Her sweet, breathless, desperate cries only excited him more. She squirted for him again and again, body trembling, soaking his hand as he pushed her to the edge over and over for the next hour.
All to make sure she was more than ‘ready’ for what he was about to do to her.
***
Sienna stepped into the living room and paused at the sight.
Adrian stood at the table, setting out breakfast, sleeves rolled up, a dish towel slung over his shoulder. The billionaire was barefoot, shirtless, and casually plating toast like a private chef.
She smirked as she walked up behind him. “Mr. Vaughn, since when did you become a chef? I don’t remember you even glancing at a kitchen before. Look at you now, acting like my personal breakfast butler.”
Adrian turned, surprised, but the moment his eyes landed on her, his entire face lit up. He walked toward her with that arrogant confidence she knew all too well, a teasing smirk curling on his lips.
“What else do you want me to be, Miss Donovan?” he asked. “I even have some special dishes for you to taste in bed. We could try them tonight.” He bent down, pressing a soft kiss on her lips.
She smiled, trying not to laugh, and went to sit at the table. “You seem to care about me a lot.”
“More than you know,” Adrian muttered from the kitchen, his voice husky. His eyes lingered on her before he turned back to the coffee machine.
A soft ping from Adrian’s phone interrupted the moment. She glanced toward the phone and was about to look away, until her eyes caught a word on the screen.
Montgomery.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She sneaked a glance at Adrian’s back. When he didn’t move, she quickly picked up the phone, turning around to hide it from his vision.
A message from Matthew. It had a PDF file attached—titled ‘The Montgomerys’.
She tapped it open, and her blood ran cold.