Page 107 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

I laughed. “Shut up. I’mgiving you something to look forward to.”

Rounding the bed, he caughtme up in his arms, both hands squeezing my ass cheeks firmly.“Well, let me just say, I can’t wait to unwrap this.”

I stepped back and leanedover the bed. “Help me get dressed?”

With a low growl, he loomedover my back, and for a heartbeat I wondered whether he planned totake his present right now. In that moment, I wouldn’t have caredabout any kind of gentle easing into it.

Instead, he pressed shiverykisses down the length of my spine, dropping to his knees behindme. My cunt clenched in anticipation as he spread me, and I was sosure his tongue was going to sweep over my slit that when the wetwarmth brushed over my other hole, I jerked up in shock.

His muffled laugh made megiggle in embarrassment. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting—”

He lifted his head. “Hasn’tanyone ever done that before?”

“A rim job? Of course,” Iscoffed. “Hello, have we met? Of course I’ve had someone’s tonguein my ass before.”

“But not mine,” he saidwith confidence, and dove his face between my cheeks.

I squealed at the sensation; it was sofilthy and wrong, but that titillation was only a small part ofwhat made it feel so fucking good. He swirled circles over everysensitive ridge, coaxed me to relax with flat swipes of his tongue.And when he poked the tip of it inside, my eyes rolled back in myhead and I moaned.

No, it wasn’t just thetaboo nature of the act itself. It was the fact that he wasperforming it, touching the most forbidden part of me, proving thathe truly desired all of me. Every last inch.

He slid two fingers into my clutchingpussy and pumped them in strong, slow thrusts. I slipped my handbeneath me to seek out my clit, adding electricity to the coldsparks of ticklish pleasure he was giving me with his mouth andtongue.

“It’s so fucking good,” Ibabbled, my middle finger flicking fast over my straining bud andhumping against the bed. He held my hips still with one handagainst the small of my back, pinning me into helplessness. My toesclenched in the carpet, my muscles tense as my finger, his fingers,his tongue drove me to an aching fullness that grew and grew andfinally burst, my legs trembling.

He sat back, fingers stillpumping in my dripping cunt. When my hand stilled, he ordered,“Keep going.”

It was too sensitive, toomuch, and I knew we were far from finished when he stood and wentback to the bedside table. He returned with a small, velvety smoothvibrating bullet. “Hands.”

I didn’t know what hemeant, but he gripped my elbow and pulled my hand away from myclit. For a split second, I was grateful. Then, he slid thevibrator beneath me, between my labia, trapping it between mysensitized flesh and the bed.

He turned it on.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered,pressing my forehead into the duvet.

“Hands,” he said again, andI held them out. He maneuvered one behind my back, then the other,and held them there with one hand closed over both mywrists.

“What about tying me up?” Isuggested.

A breath hissed between histeeth. “When we have more time. This will have to do, fornow.”

A cold stream of way, waytoo much lube trickled down my crack, over my vulva, to poolbeneath me on the duvet. The bottle sputtered; he’d used the wholething.

His fingers returned to mypussy, now pillowy and tight from my orgasm, and that only seemedto inspire him to be rougher, plunging and twisting as I squealed.The vibration of the bullet intensified, and I realized he operateda wireless control.

The fingers in my cunt withdrew,brushing upward through the globs of lube, coating them. Theypressed against my ass. Not one, but two, and they both pushedinside. I gasped at the intrusion.

“I hope that’s not toomuch,” he warned. “The plug is much, much bigger.”

I could see it. It wasright in front of my eyes and yes, it was much bigger than the oneI’d worn when I’d arrived. At its widest point, it was so big Iwouldn’t have been able to close my thumb and index finger aroundit.

Logical apprehension brokethrough my horny fog. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

He leaned over me again,his lips close to my ear. “We’ll have to make it fit, won’twe?”

Oh, yes, wewill. He dragged his tongue down my spineand dropped to his knees again, fingers working deeper and deeper,scissoring open and closed, stretching me in every direction. Andstill, I felt the resistance that would be painful later. I wantedthat pain, reveled in the cold sweat already breaking out over myskin at the unnatural-feeling intrusion.Make me bad, I begged himsilently.Make your princess a dirtygirl.

He withdrew his fingers,and I held my breath at the familiar feeling that brought a blushto my face. Then, I felt the cold tip of the plug.

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