Page 15 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Torment. That’s aninteresting word.” She pushed herself up on her elbows and let oneleg fall to the floor while the other remained raised and bentagainst the back of the sofa. Her pussy was still there, bare,dripping, and if my cock had been able to speak to me, it wouldhave been begging for mercy. “So, you’re a sadist?” sheasked.

“Now that’s an interestingword.” It was probably apt, though. “I do enjoy making peoplesuffer. Not always like this. But I enjoy being tortured as much asI enjoy torturing.”

“So, do you ever… whips andchains and all that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sometimes. There’s verylittle that I won’t do.” I shrugged. “I enjoy sex. All kinds. And Ithink we have that in common.”

She looked pointedly to the bottle onthe table, then to me. “Where did you get an idea likethat?”

I chuckled.

“But,” she went on, “You’veyet to fuck me. You’ve only gotten me off once. Right now, yourgrade is in jeopardy.”

“I forgot about the grade.”I stood, taking one of the throw pillows with me. “Comeon.”

She slowly got to her feet. “Where arewe going?”

“Over here.” I led heracross the patio, to a spot where the privacy hedges ended in a gapcovered by a metal gate. “These are secondary access to the roof.Maintenance uses them to come and go. You know, I’m not sure whattheir schedule is? I supposed they could come up here at anymoment.”

She tilted her head,puzzled.

“Wouldn’t it be unfortunateif someone came up here and found you—” I dropped the pillow at myfeet. “—sucking my cock?”

A smile twitched at the corner of hermouth.

“And I should warn you, ifanyone were to look over here from, say, those rooms…” I pointedtoward the two clearly visible balconies from our vantage point.“They would see you. There’s no way they wouldn’t.”

Hopefully if they do,they’re not wedding guests. I was taking abig chance that the rooms—stationed at the end of the north wing ofthe hotel—were too far away for anyone to see us withoutbinoculars.

“Are you trying to scareme?” she asked, dropping to her knees on the pillow. “Because beingwatched isn’t going to scare me. Being caught isn’t going to scareme. In fact, I hope someone sees us.”

I filed that away for later reference,then reminded myself that this was probably a one-night-onlyperformance.

She took my aching cock inher hand and stroked me a few times, slowly, before bringing herlips to the tip. She wetted her bottom lip, her tongue“accidentally” swiping over the shiny trail of precum. Her handglided up and she rubbed her thumb over the silky fluid, thenbrought that thumb to her mouth, sucking it clean with a satisfied“mmm.”

My hips jerked forward involuntarily.That made her laugh, and her bratty competitiveness ratcheted up mydesire to grab her and fuck her until she came so hard she couldn’tremember to play the game anymore.

She was perfect.

With a smirk, like she’dwon some kind of battle, she leaned forward and rubbed her lips,coated in saliva, around my tip, concentrating on such a small areafor so long that I almost begged her to stop. If her goal was tomake me hypersensitive to the point of pain, she was going toachieve it. She took in a little more and added her tongue, makinglittle whorls over my flesh until my hands clenched into fists atmy sides. Every bold word and brave action was thoroughly backed upby her skill. She knew what she was doing. She wasn’t pretending tobe sexually adventurous. There was experience behind thistechnique.

When I was almost at the point ofbegging her to just suck me, already, she covered the entire headwith her mouth and drew on it, hard, her tongue poking along theseam of my foreskin and sending electric shocks through my pelvis.My hand fell on her head and it took real, conscious effort not toforce her mouth down my length.

I didn’t have to. She took me to theback of her throat and further, and I watched with amazement as sheswallowed me right to the base.

Even I couldn’t deep-throat a dick likethat, and I’d tried.

“Fuck…” I let out a longmoan, clutching her ponytail in my hand. I had to see her hairdown, had to sink my fingers into it. I pulled the elastic band,but it caught, tugging her head back, and her moan reverberatedaround my cock. Her hair fell free and I dug my hand into thesoaked tresses, giving them a sharper jerk. Her mouth and tongueworked me faster, her breath huffing each time she drew back. Hersaliva dripped over her pumping hand and onto my balls and her freehand clenched the back of my thigh, fingers clawing in every time Igave her hair another hard pull.

Releasing my cock with a wet smackingsound, she said breathlessly, “Fuck my mouth. Hard. Make me chokeon your dick.”

I obliged readily, using my grip on herhair to hold her in place as I drove into her mouth. She did choke,and gag, and drool, sputtering and coughing but never making anyattempt to stop me. So, I stopped myself. I had to, or I would havecome down her throat right then.

“Get up,” I ordered, stillholding her hair in my fist as she rose to her feet. “Bend over theback of that chair.”

She wobbled quickly toward to thearmchair I’d been sitting in and leaned over it, a quiet, “oh god,”whimpering from her throat. I tore the box of condoms practicallyin half and got a wrapper open faster than I’d ever managed in mylife.

I wanted to plow into her, deep, andfuck her until the furniture collapsed, but the fact of my anatomywas that most people weren’t ready for me to go that hard right outof the gate.

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