Page 98 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

She giggled and swung herfeet down. “How about you enjoy your game while I enjoyyou?”

“I…” I blinked at her insurprise. “You know, I’ve never had anyone offer me thatcombination before.”

“If you’d rather play yourgame…” she said coyly, dropping to her knees and shuffling tosettle between my feet.

“No, no.” I snatched up thecontroller. This was not a chance I would let pass me by.“Proceed.”

She reached for the fly ofmy shorts. “I don’t know why you even get dressed.”

“You got dressed.” Iplucked at the strap of her bikini.

“I can fix that.” Sheslipped one side down, then the other, her eyes big andcoy.

I reached into my pants and eased myhardening cock out, giving myself a few lazy strokes as sheshrugged off her swimsuit top entirely.

“You have great tits,” Itold her, and her answering, sly smile made me add, “I’m surenobody has ever told you that.”

“No, you’re the first.” Shebit her bottom lip. “I was so innocent and pure before wemet.”

“That’s what attracted meto you. Your purity,” I joked.

“Aren’t you supposed to beplaying your game?” she asked, reaching behind her for thecontroller on the coffee table.

“Oh, right. Let me mutethis…” I said, putting my headset back on. Nobody needed tooverhear. I joined another lobby to wait for a match and settledback on the cushions. Charlotte took her place between my knees andleaned over my cock, opening her mouth to let a thin stream ofsaliva fall right onto the very tip of me. She pressed her lipslightly to that spot, slicking them through her spit and rubbingaching circles over my swollen head.

I wanted to watchher. The sight of thoseplump, pink lips on me was far more engaging than a game of runningaround and shooting enemy soldiers. But the screen changed, and Idropped in at the spawn point. I took a deep breath and focusedup.

“There are campers behindthe armory,” warned a staticky voice on the headset. I veered awayfrom the armory and ducked behind a wall of sandbags, scrollingthrough my weapons. A red outline peeking above my view alerted meto an enemy. I popped my character up from his crouch and fired mypistol, taking him out at close range.

Charlotte’s lips opened,just a little bit, still making those circles and letting droolslide down my length.

I checked the map. I wasn’tfar from the flag my side was supposed to be protecting, but it wasconsidered bad form to hide out in one spot, picking people off. Idarted my soldier from behind the sandbag berm, to a machine gunwaiting for an operator. I would be exposed, but—

Charlotte closed her mouth over thehead of my cock.

“Dude, are you lagging?”Someone asked over the headset, followed by another playeranswering, “I think he’s glitched out, he’s notanswering.”

The screen pulsed red and I realized Iwas being shot at, too late.

Charlotte swirled her tongue around me,teasing the edge of my foreskin. I gripped my controller tighterand forced myself to concentrate on the television. The gamedropped me back at the same spawn point. This time, I elected tokeep low and sneak between some parked tanks. From my vantagepoint, I could see my red-outlined enemies as they ran past. I gottwo of them, in the legs, but the shots only took one of them out.The other turned and headed straight for me.

“Fuck,” I whispered, butnot about the game. Charlotte slowly lowered her head, taking meall the way to the back of her throat, choking a little. When sherose up again, she gripped me in both hands, tightening andreleasing as she pumped me up and down in time with the bobbing ofher head.

My soldier was dead again. Not the onein her hands, though. That guy was very much alive.

She moaned low in herthroat and ran her tongue across my tip.

I respawned.

She set up a twisting rhythm with herhands.

I immediately died.

“Fuck,” I growled again,tossing the controller and headset aside. The idea of playing agame while she sucked me off had sounded ideal, but I couldn’tconcentrate on both. I grabbed her ponytail and slid the elasticdown, so I could see her hair falling around her bare shoulders anddive my fingers through it. Every part of her was like silk, andevery time I touched her, she felt new. Like I’d never known herskin or her mouth or her cunt.

Or the way she looked up at me, hereyes wide and questioning as she performed such an intimate act, asif to ask if she was doing it all right, if she was allowed to doit at all.

She whimpered and closed her eyes,rocking on her knees, thighs clenching, as if doing this alonecould get her off.

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