Page 45 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Keep it going,” I urged,speeding my hand. “Keep it going.”

She was lost in it now, screamingbehind her tightly closed lips, straining toward another peak. Herentire body tensed, her spine straightened, she rose up and let thenext one take her.

“Fuck, you’re sobeautiful.” So beautiful that I wanted to push her down on thebench, get between her thighs, use that showerhead on her while Iburied my aching cock deep in that tight, wet cunt and let goinside her.

That visual was so keen, I could almostfeel it. Feel her gripping me, milking every last drop.

“I can’t,” she groaned, “Ohfuck, no, no, no—”

But she could, and she did, with a wailof ecstasy that broke down the last of my control.

“I’m going to come,” I toldher through gritted teeth.

Her eyes flew open and shethrew the showerhead aside, on her knees in front of me in amoment. A crucial moment; she’d barely opened her mouth when mysenses exploded. I stroked myself faster and faster, slashes of cumsplashing over her face and open mouth, and she licked her lipsgreedily. She looked up at me adoringly, mascara smudged, smears ofcum running down her cheeks in the water falling from overhead.While I still held myself, panting and dizzy, she leaned forwardand closed her mouth over me, swallowing down the last few,desperate spurts.

And she didn’t stop.

I should have known wherethis was going. I should have known she would turn it around on me.But I couldn’t take it. My sensation-raw nerves screamed at me topush her away. I swayed on my feet and gripped the shower bar forsupport, my legs almost going out from under me. It was like beingelectrocuted, in a bad way and a good way all at once.

She sucked my cock like itwas a job, encircling my shaft with her hand to stroke me whilepaying way too much attention to my outrageously sensitive head. Iheard the desperation in my panicked exclamations the longer shewent on, but I didn’t stop her, no matter how much I thought Iwanted to. And then, like a light switch, the oversensitivitystopped, and the climb began all over again, quicker this time. Itwas a reluctant journey as my cock still begged for the torture toend. Closer and closer, her wicked tongue and diligent hand forcedme to a cruel edge and then over, spiraling me into a chasm ofmingled pain and fantastic release. Her hot mouth kept working meand working me. I thrust against her, fucking her face, and shetook me deep in her throat, gagging and choking but never stoppinguntil I filled her mouth with every drop I had left togive.

“Enough!” I shouted when Icould remember basic functions like language. Then, gentler, with abreathless laugh, “That’s enough.”

She sat back on her heels and smiled upat me, primly wiping the corners of her mouth with her indexfinger. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she said, “And you thoughtyou couldn’t go twice tonight.”

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(Charlotte)

I knew I had to be upearly. We both knew we had to be up early. But I didn’t want tosleep. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of Matt’s shower-damp skinagainst mine between the butter-soft linens on his huge bed. Itucked my head against his shoulder and put an arm over his broadchest.

“Is this okay?”

He covered my hand with his and held itagainst his heart. “Yup.”

I scrunched my fingers through hischest hair and said nothing.

“We don’t need to let thisend, you know,” he said, quiet and serious, nothing like the MattI’d been having fun with all weekend.

My breath got stuck beneathmy ribs and my fight, flight, or freeze mechanism kicked in. All ofthem, at once. Which left me motionless and silent and still in away he was bound to notice, because he was too damnedperceptive.

“We could stay in touch andstill play around,” he went on, and his casual tone put me a bitmore at ease. He wasn’t suggesting we date.

I still needed to clarify. “Longdistance friends with benefits?”

“Exactly.” He idly tracedhis fingers down my arm. “You liked the text I sentyou.”

I buried my face againsthis skin, cheeks flaming. I didn’t know why I was bashful aboutwhat I’d done for him, after all of the bonkers stuff we’d been upto this weekend.

He chuckled. His voice wasa sleepy rumble beside my ear. “We could do things likethat.”

“Could we—” I stoppedmyself, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Hmm?” He promptedme.

Why was it so difficult to ask for?This was Matt, the only guy who’d ever been as dirty as I was. “Thestuff you like to do, the control stuff… could you do that withme?”

“I thought we covered this,Charlotte,” he teased. “I can make any of your fantasies cometrue.”

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