My Ex’s Little Sister (Alphalicious Billionaires 9)

“You look really nice, Rhett. You have a really nice dick.”

“Uh…” he had no idea how to respond to that.

“I remember how it felt inside of me. All big and thick and throbbing. You hit spots that no one has ever hit before.”

Fuck. Okay, she was definitely really good at the torture game. Apparently, it was possible for him to lose it. He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her hand, which wasn’t hard because at that moment she chose to stroke him from the tip of his cock down to the base and back up again. And damn, her hand felt like she tasted. Like heaven.

And no, he wasn’t just saying that, even if everyone else did, as she’d said.

It wasn’t corny to him.

He just couldn’t think of a better word.

She stroked him again and this time, it was his hips bucking shamelessly into her touch. His cock grew even harder if that was possible. He was thicker in her hand. He pulsed into her touch. He soaked her hand with his arousal.

Bella made little sounds at the back of her throat as she touched him like she was enjoying it as much as he was.

“I just came so hard that it hurt,” she admitted in her raspy, throaty, sexy voice. It was a different voice than she normally used. “Did you know that?”

“I- I- uh- I mean, I figured it was good, given that you kind of just went boneless and moaned and panted a lot.”

“You’re a dork,” she giggled, but even that was playful. “I’m going to make you come harder. With my mouth. I’m going to make you finish there, at the back of my throat and I’m going to swallow everything you give me.”

Holy. Shit-balls. Did she really just say that? Rhett’s eyes flew open and he watched in amazement as Bella winked at him. He thought for a minute she was just yanking his chain and was going to laugh at him, but then she bent her head and her tongue snaked out and holy mother trucker, it felt good. She used the head of his cock like a lollipop she was tasting, as if she was trying to figure out exactly what flavor she’d been given. She tasted him, lapped at him, rolled her tongue around and circled him from every angle. Yup, definitely an exotic sucker, not the kind of thing the grocery stores give to kids at the checkouts. Not cherry or orange or grape. More like… rum and butter.

Rhett wanted to groan at himself, but he was too busy groaning at what Bella was doing He couldn’t believe he’d literally just compared his cock to some exotic flavoring. Why would he even think of that?

Bella’s lips parted and she took his cock into her mouth and any coherent thoughts pretty much shut right off. Goodnight, lights out to his brain. The only thing he could do was to hold himself back so he didn’t thrust into her mouth like an animal and gag her.

Turned out he didn’t have to worry about that, because Bella did it to herself. She took almost his entire cock into her mouth, and god, she was right. He wasn’t exactly small in girth or length, and half gagged, half choked for a second before she pulled back. He expected her to right herself, say she’d had enough, and offer to ride his joystick instead.

Hell no. Not Bella. She went right back for more. She didn’t take him so far back that time, but she took him far enough. She worked him from the base right up to the tip. Her tongue was a thing of wonder, circling and lapping and toying with his head. She moved up after, and holy shit, her hand working his shaft while her mouth circled the tip of his cock was… god, there wasn’t a word for it.

She was good at what she did. Okay, that came out wrong. She was probably better than he was when it came to the oral department.

It was pretty humbling, and amazing, given that no one had bothered to taste his happy stick in a very, very long time.

Watching Bella’s dark head bob up and down on his cock made it throb even harder. It had only been a couple of minutes, but damn him, he wasn’t going to last any longer than that. It should have been embarrassing. Or something. It wasn’t. It was just… hot.

Everything about what Bella was doing. God. It was too hot.

Too hot to finish in her mouth, like she’d said. Because god, this seriously was like, date number one if the hotel thing didn’t count. Even if it did, it was bang sesh number two and he wasn’t going to be so ungentlemanly to ask her to swallow.