Page 52 of My Bestie's Billionaire Brother

Her laugh turns into a moan as my tongue circles her nipple, her back arching off the bed. I take my time, listening to her body—what makes her gasp, what makes her dig her nails into my shoulders, what makes her vibrate.

When I finally move between her legs, tasting her, she cries out, her hands threading through my hair. The sound shoots straight through me, stoking the fire burning inside me. I work her with my tongue until she's trembling, until she pulls me up her body with desperate hands.

"I need you," she demands, her voice hoarse. “But first…” She makes her way down to my cock, slowly flicking the head with her tongue.

She stops suddenly and her eyes lock with mine, dark and hungry,

She doesn’t move. Not yet. She’s savoring the power, the control, and it’s driving me insane. Her hands are on my thighs, nails digging in just enough for me to feel it. My cock is throbbing and she knows it.

I finally feel her tongue flick across my cock again. I groan, my head falling back. I need more and she knows it. “Patience, Charlie. I’m just getting started.”

And then she’s on me, her mouth closing around the tip of my cock, and fuck, fuck, fuck. Her tongue swirls, hot and slick. She pulls back, leaving me aching again, and chuckles softly. “You taste so good,” she murmurs.

She takes me fully in her mouth now, her lips wrapping around me in a wet, tight seal that has me groaning her name.

Her tongue is fucking everywhere, sliding along the underside of my shaft, flicking at the sensitive ridge just below the head. She’s relentless, bobbing up and down with a rhythm that feels so fucking good.

“Tess,” I choke out, my voice breaking. “Fuck, Tess, I’m gonna?—”

But she pulls back before I can come, her lips popping off my cock with a wet sound that makes my stomach clench. She’s grinning up at me, her lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet,” she says, her voice husky. “I’m not done with you.”

She’s a fucking tease, and I love her for it. Her hands are on my thighs again, her nails scraping lightly as she leans back in. This time, she takes me deep, her throat opening around me in a way that has me seeing fireworks. I can feel every inch of her mouth, every flick of her tongue, every tight squeeze of her lips, and it’s too much.

She pulls back again, leaving me gasping, and looks up at me. “You like that?” she asks, her voice dripping with faux innocence. “You like it when I make you wait?”

I don’t answer—I can’t. She doesn’t need me to. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her hands are on my hips again, guiding me deeper as she takes me in her mouth once more. She’s fucking relentless, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring me to the edge again and again.

And when she finally pulls back for the last time, leaving me on the brink of explosion, she smiles up at me with a look that says it all.

“Are you ready to come?” she asks, her voice low and sultry, and I’m already reaching for her, pulling her up to me so I can kiss her deeply.

I can’t wait any longer. I position myself at her entrance. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, everything slows down.

When I push into her, we both moan—a harmony of pleasure that seems to echo through the room. I begin to move, slowly at first, then faster as she urges me on with her hips, her hands, her whispered encouragements.

"God, Tess," I breathe against her neck, already feeling like I might come apart at the seams. "You feel amazing."

"So do you," she gasps, meeting each of my thrusts. "Don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping, not when she's looking at me like that, not when her body is tightening around mine, not when every nerve ending in my body is singing with pleasure. Ishift slightly, changing the angle, and she digs her nails into my back.

"There," she pants. "Right there."

I continue to drive into her, watching her face as she climbs toward release. I'm close too, holding back by sheer force of will, determined to see her fall apart first.

When she does, it's glorious—her body arching, her eyes squeezing shut. The sight and feel of her coming undone around me sends me over the edge, my own release crashing through me in waves that leave me gasping and shuddering above her.

For a long moment, we stay like that, connected, breathing hard, my forehead pressed against hers. Then I carefully roll to the side, keeping her close, unwilling to break contact completely.

"Well," she says finally, her voice deliciously husky. "A fantastic end to a kind of rough day."

I laugh, the sound rumbling up from deep in my chest. "Wish we could have skipped everything else today and just done this."

She props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a softness in her eyes that makes my heart jump. "Maybe next time that’s exactly what we should do."

I reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger against her cheek. "You got it."

We lie there in comfortable silence, our breathing syncing, our bodies cooling off.

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