Page 78 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

Now, I could reach her. Ileaned forward and breathed deeply, losing myself in the rainwaterscent of her. To Matt, I asked, “May I, my dragon?”

He groaned in response. Itook it as a yes and touched my tongue to the wet opening ofNatalie’s cunt. She let out a shaky breath and I curled my tongueup, barely touching her clit before dropping again to press insideher.

If we’d been hooking upunder normal, not chained up, not dripping pussy juice onto mybreakfast plate circumstances, I would have wrapped my arms aroundher thighs and held her open while I buried my face between herfolds, but the shackles impeded me. I did what I could with themovement I had, lapping at her clit while she tilted herself togive me more access. I delved my tongue under the hood and her legjerked, scattering silverware to the ground.

Beside us, I heard Matthiss, “Just like that,” to Nate.

Natalie slapped the tabletop and movedfaster against my mouth, and I flicked my tongue rapidly, side toside, using her reactions to guide me. All the while, my own cuntclenched spasmodically, my body crying out for stimulation. Therewas no way to touch myself, no way to press my mound againstanything to relieve the ache.

Natalie’s wetness ran downmy chin, and I worked it against her, wishing my hands were free soI could pump my fingers inside her. But the extra help wasapparently unneeded; her chirping yelps were adorable as she gotcloser and closer, her clit recoiling from my tongue for a moment,before pulsing insistently against it as she let out a loud,keening wail.

I was good at eating pussy.It wasn’t news to me. But it apparently was to Matt, because when Ilooked over at him, my face smeared with Natalie’s juices, I saw aman who did not know what he’d gotten himself into.

“This is punishment?” Iasked, blinking innocently. “Are you sure about that?”

He gave Natalie a dark look.Wordlessly, she got down on the ground between my legs.

“This is your punishment,”he said with a smirk, as Natalie’s mouth closed over myclit.

My mind raced under anonslaught of endorphins and worry. I was a pro-am pussy eater.Natalie was a professional, world-class. My fingers clenched on thearms of the chair. She would make me come. There would be noavoiding it, even if I wanted to. But why wouldn’t I wantto?

Whether or not Matt would let me, thatwas the real question.

“Yes,” Matt whisperedthrough gritted teeth, his eyes closed, brows drawn together as thelength of his cock disappeared down Nate’s throat. I gasped at thesight and at the saliva Nate coughed, choking, as his head raisedand lowered again. Matt’s hips pumped against the chair, thosewhispered affirmations growing in frequency until he pushed up,groaning, one hand on the arm of the chair for leverage. Nateswallowed noisily, lifting his head to lick at the drops that hadescaped his mouth and rolled down Matt’s cock.

My unconsciously haltedbreathing jerked back into motion and pulled my attention to therapidly building tension in my pelvis. Natalie slid two fingersinto her mouth and sucked them, then pressed them into my cunt andcrooked them expertly to exert hard pressure exactly where I neededit. I cried out, and if Matt had wanted to punish me with orgasmdenial, it was too late.

Natalie sucked at my clitagain, swirling her tongue around as she pressed up hard on myG-spot. My legs jerked, but restrained the way I was, they hadnowhere to go.Ihad nowhere to go, so all of that repressed motion swelled upinto a shout of release that startled birds in the trees below thebalcony.

And a pair of resort guestspassing by, who stopped and stared up through the glass paneledrailing. Matt lifted a hand to them in a wave and called out, “Goodmorning.”

Natalie didn’t stop. I wassitting there, my legs shackled open, a woman eating me out andfingering me, and I’d had a very loud orgasm in front of two totalstrangers.

The filth of it alone wasenough to make my breathing speed up again, my cunt grasp atNatalie’s fingers. I closed my eyes and gave in, another climaxflooding over the top of the one I’d finished.

“Hungry?” Matt asked me asNate got to his feet.

My clit buzzed withhyper-stimulation under Natalie’s tireless mouth. If I said yes,would he stop her?

I nodded desperately,trying to focus on anything but the swirl of her tongue onme.God, she’s getting the pressure justright too.“I’m a littlethirsty.”

“Nate, if you would,” Mattasked, reaching to serve himself from the buffet laid out forus.

Nate filled a glass with orange juicefrom a sweating pitcher and brought the glass to mymouth.

“Did you want somethingdifferent?” Matt asked at my hesitation. “Coffee? Tea? I mean, Idon’t want you to scald yourself—”

I drank from the cup, myeyes locked on Nate’s, hoping I could signal with my eyes when Iwas finished. I blinked and slightly moved my head, and he took thecup away.

“If you like pineapple, Ihighly recommend it,” Matt went on.

So,thiswas my punishment. Chained up,forced to have orgasms while on public display, all for somebreakfast.

Matt was a diabolicalgenius.

My hands curled to tightfists as the climb began again, and I ground out, “Pineapple wouldbe lovely. Thank you.”

Matt nodded to Nate, whotook a pineapple ring and offered it to me to eat from his hand. Itook a bite, not tasting it as it went down my throat. Natalie’smouth between my legs commanded all my attention, and thensome.

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