Page 74 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

I’d closed them inanticipation of her arrival; I wanted my birthday present all tomyself.

I gripped her braid and gave it agentle tug. Her eyes widened; even that slight tension on theribbon must have moved the plug inside her. After the nonstopstimulation and denial at the spa, the walk up to the house musthave been brutal.

I’d made sure to specifythat she be displayed that way. Helpless, nude, vulgar, totallypublic. I was pleased but not at all shocked that she’d allowedit.

I unbuckled my belt,unzipped my fly, and freed my straining erection. For a moment, Iwas tempted to remove her gag and fuck her mouth, but the bow wascute and there would be time for that later. I didn’t bother fullyundressing. I sat on the black leather couch and pulled a condomfrom my pocket, setting some kind of record for opening it andputting it on, I was sure. I smiled at the way her eyes followedevery movement, how her chest rose and fell with increasing speed.I patted my lap in invitation. “Up you go.”

She was unsteady without the use of herarms, so I helped her balance as she climbed up with a knee oneither side of my thighs. When she had her bearings, she looked atme quizzically, waiting for another order.

“Well? Get on it. Unlessyou’re not interested—”

She made a muffled, but very clear,denial.

“Oh, do you need help?” Ireached beneath her to position myself. She sank down before Icould move my hand, and I hissed as the soft, wet heaven I had beenfantasizing about for months enveloped the head of my cock. Iconsidered leaving it there, preventing her from taking any more ofme in, but it had been too long. I wouldn’t have been able to standthe teasing, myself.

I let go and she moanedbehind the gag, her eyes closing, back drawing up even straighteras she slid down on my cock. I tipped my head back and let out along groan of relief. It had been way too long since I’d beeninside her. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to savorher.

“You’ve had a long trip,haven’t you?” I smoothed my hands down her arms and back up tosqueeze her shoulders reassuringly. “And I know you want to come. Ithink you’ve waited long enough.”

She nodded her headvigorously, and from inside her cunt, I felt the plug in her assmove. A full-body shiver took me by surprise; even the smallestclutch of her swollen, slippery walls around me sent explosions ofsensation over every square inch of my skin. The position I’d putmyself in was torture. With her arms bound, she couldn’t do much.Sitting on the couch, I couldn’t get much leverage.

And with the way my pulsethrobbed in my aching cock, that was probably a goodthing.

“Do you want to come,princess?” I asked, working my fingers between us.

Her hips bucked, and shewhimpered. I pressed my palm against her pubic bone and burrowedtwo fingers between her folds, finding the hot, slick nub there.Her body tensed.

“Is that what you want?” Imurmured.

I took her stuttering moan as aconfirmation and circled my fingertips over her. She panted androcked and squeezed my cock so hard it hurt. Her knees hugged mythighs and she leaned back, her body tightening up

“That’s it,” I urged her.“Come for me.”

She strove for her orgasm with pantingcries despite her gag, which did nothing to dampen her wail whenshe reached the crucial moment. Her entire body bucked as she rodeout her release. She sagged forward, trembling, her head lolling onmy shoulder, and I held her there with a hand at the nape of herneck, the other gripping her hip to rock her back and forth on myaching cock.

She mewled and whined, herhead tucked against my throat, helpless to do anything but layagainst me and get fucked. Her limp body bounced with every upwardthrust of my hips, and I wrapped an arm around her back, holdingher close, hitting deep, reveling in the wet slap of her intimateflesh against me.

“I wish I could come inyou. Fill you up, feel it run out of you while I fucked you until Icouldn’t stand anymore,” I whispered, and she moaned.

For now, I was grateful to the condom.The touch of her bare cunt would have been a lot to ask of mystamina. Already, that driving pleasure built dangerously out ofcontrol, and she felt too good to resist, inside andout.

Her skin hot and slick withsweat against me, her satiated body drained in my arms, thesoftness and grip of her pussy, all of it combined and battered mewith a storm of sensation, and I was lost to it. I let it wash meaway with a deep groan and erupted inside her as she cried out, hercunt milking me in the erratic rhythm of another climax.

I fell back against thecushions, my throat dry, body drained. It hadn’t been the mostcomplicated or vigorous sex ever, but it had certainly been themost satisfying I could remember in a long time.

I kissed her cheek, and theribbon over her mouth tickled my face. “All right,” I said with aheavy sigh, because moving from where we’d collapsed seemed likethe worst thing to do at the moment. But she was tied up andcouldn’t stay that way for long. “Let’s get my presentunwrapped.”

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(Charlotte)

After Matt cut me free fromthe ribbons and gently removed the butt plug—in the shower becauseof my squeamishness—he presented me with a selection of robes andpajamas.

“I didn’t know what youwould prefer,” he said, leaning one shoulder against the wall. He’dleft his cane in the bedroom before bringing me into the masterbath. Now, he tried to disguise the fact that he needed it with hiscasual lean, one hand holding his towel closed at hiship.

I looked over the optionslaid out for me on the big, padded bench. The layout of the masterbath included this dressing area, complete with vanity, that waslarger than any of the rooms in my parents’ house. The tan leatherbench was roughly the size of a twin bed, but the veritablesmorgasbord of loungewear didn’t leave a place for Matt tosit.

“Why don’t you go getdressed,” I suggested. “And I’ll meet you in the livingroom?”

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