The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

Exhilaration trilled down her spine. Her pussy ached in anticipation of being filled and stretched by him. She felt the moisture ooze from her opening along her cleft. No one had ever made her so wet.

She deftly unfastened him and shoved his briefs and jeans over his hips. She tore her gaze from Michael’s and it landed on his cock. Thick and wide and mouthwatering.

The sudden desire to suck him to completion gripped her. She wanted his shaft against her tongue, his tip stroking the back of her throat before he lost it and came in her mouth.

But the desperate need to have him deep inside her overrode the fantasy. Her fingers encircled his base and she pumped slowly. Hunger flashed in his smoky eyes.

She told him, “Photos in the Wall Street Journal don’t capture your animal magnetism. That can only fully be experienced in person.”

His lips brushed over hers and he murmured, “Then let me give you the full, in-person experience.”

Her stomach flipped. “Thank you for not making me beg.”

He pried her fingers from his dick. “You almost have me begging.”

Michael’s blatant, engaging look sent liquid fire through her. He pressed her legs wider apart with his palms on her inner thighs and his thick shaft glided along her folds, back and forth. Taunting her. He eased slightly back and his tip rubbed against her clit. He leaned into her and his cock slid along her slick flesh, his balls grazing her cleft and anus.

The man was a master at building the sexual tension and intensifying the dark cravings he’d sparked from the onset.

“Okay, now I’m begging,” she said in a strained tone. “You want to be inside me, don’t you?”

“Ah, fuck, yes.”

He curved his arm under one of her bent legs and lifted it off the desk, slinging her boot-clad calf over his shoulder as he leaned close to her again and his cockhead penetrated her, sending high-voltage bolts through her body.

“Oh, God!” Her head flew back on her shoulders.

“Don’t squeeze,” Michael hissed out. “I already know how tight you are. And I’m two seconds away from ending this party if you’re any tighter.”

She tried to relax her inner muscles. But they involuntarily sought something that had been elusive for so very, very long. Too damn long.

As much as she wanted to plead with Michael to stop playing and get down to business, she could see he was hanging on by a thin thread. She’d gotten him all worked up at the club, had felt his erection the entire time. So she had no doubt the scorching sensations were about to burst wide open for him as much as for her.

Scarlet laid back against the desk, sprawling across it. Raising her arms over her head, she clasped the far edge.

“Now that’s a hell of a sight,” he said. And thrust into her, pushing all the air from her lungs on a wild scream.

He didn’t give her even a moment to assimilate to his girt

h, stretching her taut. His hips bucked and he fucked her assertively. Exactly what she wanted. But good Lord … He was huge inside her and plunging deep, fast. Jarring her body, making her grip the ledge more firmly.

He slid his free arm under her at her lower back and her spine bowed so that her head and shoulders were the only part of her touching the glass top as her ass lifted off the surface and her other leg wrapped around his waist.

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Oh, God, yes. Michael!” He pounded into her and it was everything she needed. Everything she’d longed for as her best friends were hooking up with amazingly satisfying men and all Scarlet had was her work.

She’d ached for this sort of fulfillment—the dirtier the better at this point, because her hormones were raging. More than ever since she’d met Michael.

He seemed to innately know how to please her, how to rock her to the core of her being.

The way he angled her hips into his thrusts allowed him to push farther into her. So incredibly deep. His pelvis both ground and pumped, so he was stimulating every bit of her pussy, inside and out. His heat surrounded her. His muscles brushed against her flushed skin, keeping her fully connected to him. Scarlet was about to crash head-on into another earth-shattering orgasm.

“Christ, you’re exciting to watch as I fuck you,” he told her.

She might be sore for a week, but it’d be that kind of sinfully delicious soreness that reminded her she’d had a fantastically built man between her thighs who’d made her burn from head to toe and inspired the naughtiest words to tumble from her slightly parted lips.

She really did beg for it. For more.

He incited primal reactions and carnal demands. As sensational as it felt to have him take her with such abandon, she needed to come again. It was too fiery, too intense, to hold on to.