Sample from The Step Billionaire & the Brat | 2. Hogtied
“Harder, harder!” I yelled, forcing myself down into his face. He had to hold my thighs to keep me from smothering him. I couldn’t help myself, when it came to hunky surfer boys. His hot tongue swirled maddeningly around my clit, sending me over the edge.
Trapping him, I had a perfect view of his tan, rippling abs and stiff cock. Without seeing his face, it was easy to imagine he was someone else. My stepbrother, maybe.
But Marcus Lyon wouldn’t have to be told “harder”. He’d fuck with his whole body, every ounce of energy. Not that I know. But how else would a hot 26 year old billionaire fuck?
“Call me Sis,” I said, riding the surfer’s face, a kinky smiled on my lips.
“Like sister. And don’t stop!”
“Alright…Sis,” he said cheekily, slapping my ass and licking my pussy. “I like the way you taste, Sis.” He didn’t have Marcus’s deep, seductive voice, but it was good enough. He buried his face deep in me, fingering my cunt while he sucked my clit. I was about to cum when I noticed movement out the main window.
Through the sheer curtains, I saw Marcus coming up the sidewalk to our Malibu timeshare. His tie was undone, telling me he was done with work for today.
“C’mon, faster!” I yelled, really riding the guy. He struggled to keep up. It’d be any second and my fun would be ruined. I held my breath, trying to focus on cumming.
Outside our shared bedroom, the front door opened. Marcus set down his keys. “Mhm, sis,” the surfer breathed.
“Shh.” I heard the pop of a wine bottle. I dug my nails into the bedsheets. The TV turned on. I was about to cum.
“What was that?” the surfer asked suddenly. I smothered him with my pussy, desperate.
Then the bedroom door opened. Marcus stared down at us, a familiar look of irritation on his face. He looked at my hanging tits, my spread legs, then the boy between them. “Still haven’t learned to control yourself, I see,” he said, crossing his strong forearms.
The surfer rolled out from under me onto his feet. Quicker than I imagined possible, he was pulling on his swim trunks. “Whoa whoa whoa, she didn’t tell me she was married.”
“He’s my brother,” I said, rolling my eyes. But one stony look from billionaire Marcus Lyons was enough to scare most men off. This specimen was no exception. Wiping pussy juices off his face, the surfer was already scooting around Marcus and heading for the front door. “Bye!” I said. Then I looked at my brother, irritated. “You could’ve knocked.”
“I’m not psychic,” he shrugged. He was still looking at my tits. When he realized this, he looked away quickly, blushing. “Put something on. Here.” He tossed me his robe. I slipped in on, but kept the front open, exposing everything.
“I didn’t even cum.”
“You’re such a brat,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Can’t you control your urges for five days?”
“I can’t go five days without sex,” I said, lounging on the bed. Between my legs, I felt the aching desire for more. “Guess you owe me now.”
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