Page 92 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Stop.” I pulled outfinally, breathing deep. “I almost let you go too far.”

He choked and lifted his head, and Iquickly released his wrists. He sat up, coughing.

“Water?” I asked. His handstrayed toward his dick. “Keep your hands off it.”

“No water, I’m fine,” hesaid. He reached for his cock again.

“If you touch it, I won’t,”I warned him.

It wasn’t as if he couldn’tfind someone else in the castle to do it. But he wantedmeto get him off. Hewas long past the point of starting over with someone else. I hadhim under my total control.

“Do you want me to fuckyou?” I asked.

He nodded frantically.

“Lay back.”

He positioned himself onthe bench, prone, and I gave one of his thighs a light slap. “Getthem up.”

There was a moment ofconfusion on his end, but he raised his legs a little. I pushed hisknees to his chest. “Hold them.”

I made him wait that waywhile I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off over my head.I took my time stepping out of my shoes and taking down mytrousers. And when I was completely naked, I stood back, watchinghim as his eyes roved hungrily over me. I stroked my cock, the wayI wasn’t allowing him to stroke his, and rolled a condom down mylength.

With his hands beneath hisknees and his legs up and apart, he was entirely vulnerable to me.I gave the plug in his ass a few twists before I pulled it out,reveling in his hisses and groans. The lube I’d used on the plugwasn’t sufficient; I slid another applicator into his ass andpushed the plunger. The sound he made as the cold lube squirtedinside him was delightful. There was no such thing as too much, soI grabbed another applicator and emptied it into him before pumpinglube from the bottle and slicking it over myself.

“Do you want it slow?” Iasked, kneeling on the bench and rubbing my tip against hishole.

He tried to squirm onto me.“No. Just put it in. Fuck, just do it.”

“It might hurt,” I pressedforward, feeling the slight resistance give way. “I’mbig.”

“I’m not afraid, man, fuckme!” he shouted.

I gave him what he wanted. I gave himthe whole thing in one hard thrust.

He immediately appeared tochange his mind. The guttural groan that escaped him sounded farmore like pain then pleasure.

“Are you okay?” I asked asI slowly withdrew until only the head of me remained inside.“Should I take it out?”

He shook his head, lipscompressed into a thin white line, perspiration of a different kindstanding out on his forehead. He was a tough guy, and he didn’twant to be broken.

I wanted to break him.

I pushed deep again and setup a punishing rhythm, and finally, finally I took his cock betweenmy lubed-up hands. He’d gone a little soft; I brought him back tothe excruciating, throbbing hardness he’d had before. His breathingaccelerated. His muscles went taut. “I’m gonna—”

He curled up from the bench, stillholding onto his legs to keep them up and wide, and he let out ahowl of pure relief that I was sure could be heard outside despitethe soundproofing foam in the walls. I only had to pump him acouple of strokes before he shot thick slashes of cum across hisbelly and chest. I kept stroking him, keeping time to every slap ofmy hips against his ass, polishing the ruby head of his torturedcock while he thrashed and panted.

I wouldn’t last long, and Iknew it. It was too gratifying, too fucking hot to have reduced himto a whimpering, pleading mass of over-sensitized flesh.

“You know your word,” Ireminded him. “You just have to say ‘red’ and it will all beover.”

“Fuck you!” he barked atme, then whined pathetically and gritted his teeth as I gave aparticularly vicious twist around his cock head.

I was nearly at the edge,trying my best to make it last for him but knowing all the way Iwas going to fail miserably. I stroked him faster, felt him tenseup again.

“I can’t do it twice,” hepanted, pleading.

But he could, and he did, gasping atthe agonizing pleasure as more cum oozed from his tip to roll overthe back of my hand. I lifted my fingers to my mouth, holding hisgaze as I licked them clean.

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