Page 35 of Faking It with my Bestie's Billionaire Brother

I let out a shuddering breath and flipped the switch on, the sound of buzzing filling the air as I nervously hovered my toy over my swollen clit. “That’s it,” he said, his eyes trained on where the toy was. “Now, show me what you do to get yourself off, sweet girl.”

I swallowed hard but found that I could do what he asked if I kept my eyes on his. There was something empowering about watching the way his eyes danced with lust as I went through the motions of pleasuring myself, pressing the purple tip of the vibrator against my clit and swallowing the moans that wanted to escape my mouth.

“Oh, no, Ava, don’t hold back those sweet noises. Let me hear how good it makes you feel.”

I released my breath, a moan coming along with it from the pleasure of the buzzing against my clit but also the sparks of fire that his avid gaze created. I felt like a livewire, as any little motion could set me off.

But it was the way his fingers were still clutching at my ankle, playing with the skin there, using it as an anchor as he watched me, that let me really know where he was at mentally. It was what gave me the confidence to move that vibrator and dip it inside my pussy, letting a cry free in the process.

My cry seemed to undo Spencer. He released my ankle, then bent over me, his hands on either side of my arms, his mouth hovering over mine as we both breathed heavily, our breaths mingling with one another. “I’m going to taste you, Ava. I’m going to make you feel even better while you use that infernal toy to get yourself off,” he said before dropping his mouth to the swell of one naked breast.

I moaned instantly, needing some outlet for my nerves and excitement. His five o'clock shadow brushed against the sensitive skin of my breast, but before I could enjoy that sensation too much, his hot mouth closed around my hard nipple, and my back arched off the bed. As he suckled, my hands forgot what they were doing. The vibrator fell off to the side, and I speared my fingers into his hair to bring him closer. I was pretty sure that I could orgasm just from his mouth on my breast alone.

But my movement did not go unnoticed, and he ripped his mouth away from my breast, much to my dismay, making a tsking sound in the back of his throat. “If you’re not going to use your toy, my dear Ava, then I will have no choice but to find a substitute to make sure you get off.”

I bit my lip, fighting back the urge to moan, “God, please, yes,” but Spencer was not about to let me off the hook.

“Tell me, Ava, which will it be? You want to keep playing with toys? Or do you want something more powerful in between those beautiful thighs?”

I let out my breath slowly, unable to believe what I was about to say but also knowing that there was no way I was willing to go back now. I wanted him—no, I needed him. “Show me your power, Spencer. I want to feel it.”

He bit out an oath, standing upright and shrugging out of his shirt in a hurry before his fingers worked efficiently at his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor making a curious spasm to flex in the walls of my pussy.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he undid his button and fly and slowly shoved his pants and underwear down at the same time. His impressive erection sprang free, and I rose up on my elbows, needing to get a better look. I licked my lips hungrily when I saw just how ready he was, the blood-engorged purple crown of him tempting me to reach out and touch.

“Needy girl.” He chuckled darkly. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he warned as he climbed in between my thighs now, taking my other nipple into his mouth as his hand roamed, tickling the sensitive flesh of my stomach, then my mound before his thumb found my clit. Working it expertly right along with my nipple, he played my body to perfection, causing me to throw my head back with pleasure.

“Spencer.” I moaned. “Please…”

“Please, what?” he prompted.

“Please, I need you inside me. I ache so bad for you,” I begged, and a growl escaped from the back of his throat.

He responded by moving his fingers to my opening. I looked at him in dismay since I knew that he knew exactly what I’d meant, and I could tell by the amused expression on his face that he was toying with me. His purposeful misunderstanding didn’t make me enjoy him finger-fucking me any less, especially when that triumphant smile curled his lips caused my hips to buck urgently to keep up with his fingers.

I moaned my frustration, and he laughed again, taunting me by saying, “You want something, Ava, then you need to be specific.”

“You fucking prick,” I bit out in frustration. “I want your cock inside me, dammit.” I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to smack him or kiss him as the sexy grin spread across his lips.

“Good girl,” he cooed, “that’s more like it.” As he spoke, he moved so that he was more fully in between my thighs.

Grabbing his cock, he stroked it a few times, and I could not take my eyes from the sight. Then, he pressed the crown against my opening, and I shivered in sweetly tortuous anticipation. His eyes roved my face, watching for every little reaction. “Spencer,” I growled out in warning, needing him to fill me, needing him to stretch me wide.

And stretch me wide he did, without any warning at that, shoving inside my tight, wet channel before I could prepare myself. He let out a ragged moan. “Christ, Ava, you’re so tight, so perfect. I’m going to give you a moment, sweet girl, to get used to me.”

“Fuck your moment,” I hissed, and he laughed, seemingly satisfied with my evident frustration. “I’m an all or nothing type of girl, Spencer. You ought to know that by now.”

Something changed in his eyes then, a possessiveness and a ferocity appearing that hadn’t been there before. He arched his body over mine and surged forward, letting out a low roar when he was fully seated inside me, the sound mixing with my cry of relief. “Spencer!” I cried out, and his hands wrapped around my wrists and brought them above my head, effectively imprisoning me beneath him as he began to move. I loved it. I gasped out in delight, and Spencer chuckled softly.

“You like that, don’t you? You like me taking over your pleasure, making it more intense,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.

I moaned out a curse, wriggling my hips beneath his, anxious for him to keep moving, and he thankfully took the hint. Repositioning himself so that he could watch my face carefully, he kept thrusting. His pace was tortuously slow at first, but I guess once he saw that I wasn’t going to break, he picked up his speed. I cried out at the delicious way he filled me again and again. “More, Spencer, more,” I begged.

“Fuck,” he hissed, gritting his teeth and looking down at me. “Needy, little girl, begging for more of my cock. I knew you needed this, needed me.” I could see the veins popping out on his sexy forearms as he continued holding my hands pinned beneath his. My breasts bounced up and down in a delicious rush as he pounded into me.

“That’s right, Spencer,” I said breathlessly, egging him on. “I needed your cock to make me feel good, but if you keep that up, I’m going to come soon.”

His eyes flashed. “Oh, no, not without my say, Ava. You stay with me, feel what I have to give you, and only when I say so may you come,” he said darkly, and his words threatened to make me fall apart right then and there. Only my intense curiosity made me want to wait to hear that sexy voice of his give me permission to come in his arms.

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