Semua Bab Taken By My Brother's Dangerous Best Friend: Bab 41 - Bab 50

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the yacht, Miss Hunter?" Liam asked, standing by the dining table after ushering dinner into the suite. Johnny ended up making a scene about the phone call, which in turn led to me being watched like a hawk by Liam for the last two hours. I turned my phone call with Harmon round and round in my head. Despite what people thought, I wasn't an airhead. It was his voice on the phone, but not him. I couldn't explain it, but something was wrong. Twice he said Olivia instead of Olive. Once he said Miss Hunter. Olivia and Miss Hunter were for angry, reprimanding Harmon. Not happy Harmon. He changed his mind about the dress and me leaving the suite. Mr. Inconsequential doesn't change his mind easily. He did it twice in the span of thirty seconds. "He knows where to find me," I countered, listlessly staring at the candlelit dinner in front of me. I made the right call, didn't I? Two hours had passed though

Getting us from the balcony's double doors to the bedroom was a blur of our tongues battling it out, each demanding more of the other. Usually I could walk through the suite with my eyes closed. I knew the layout so well. Today it took all the brain cells I could spare to get my horny brain to remember where everything was so I wouldn't trip over my own two feet. Her hands were all over me. Her mouth was insatiable. Demanding. Never one to get stuck on kissing, I found myself constantly halting in my tracks to attend to her mouth the way she needed me to. We made out hungrily all the way to the bed. I was drowning in the pleasure of her persistent lips, even ignoring the nagging ache in my groin to indulge in her warm mouth sucking on mine. Time stood still as I laid her down on my bed like the princess she was and placed myself between her delicious thighs. Plump, soft lips. I forced my mouth not to return to them and instead indulge in a different part of her.

I almost chuckled at the notion of her still considering this lovemaking, but then the pleasure of pounding her cunt savagely knocked me on my ass. And the fucking feelings were back. Affection mingling with the euphoria of a good fuck until the two were indistinguishable. "Never had anything this good before, baby girl," my raspy voice admitted, watching her take my cock beneath me. Genuine warmth and happiness coursed through me as I fucked the shit out of her. I kept telling myself it would go away. Feel like it usually did if I just fucked her hard enough. "Me neither," she cried out, her throat hoarse from screaming my name over and over again. "Daddy, please don't stop," she whimpered. Any other time I would have pitied her. She was Olivia. My Olive. I couldn't stand to see her in pain but my brain had checked out. My dick was in charge.Harder. Faster. Deeper. The feelings. The warmth. Need. Comfort. Affection. It would go away

I tried to pull myself back from the edge. He meant I was special to him as Billy's sister, nothing more. Then why would he risk his friendship with Billy to fuck me? "Mr. Chancellor, I really must insist," Liam's voice said. "Fucking fine," Harmon called back, sighing as he buried his head between my breasts. "Know I'd have ignored him and had my dick fucking you mercilessly by now if you didn't ask for the fucking strawberries and champagne," Harmon grumbled, saving me from declaring my love like a stupid lovesick teenager. I couldn't stop the bittersweet smile from gracing my face as tears threatened to flow anew while I watched him get out of bed and put his boxers on. "Did you change your mind? I don't have to go," Harmon said, returning to cup my cheek and frown down at me. "We can just—" "Spoil me, daddy," I forced myself to say, knowing I needed a moment to compose myself. "My dick's better than strawberries and champagne, but okay," he said, kissing my forehead.

"There's nothing to explain. Consider your end of the contract fulfilled, Mr. Chancellor. Give me a minute, if you please," she said, walking right past the bed as we entered the bedroom. She made her way to my walk-in closet, yanked the little black dress she picked out for dinner off a hangar and started undoing the few buttons of my shirt she had done up. My dick stirred, watching the shirt fall to the floor as she bared her naked body to me. Her tits and neck were littered with the proof of what we did in my bed not so long ago. I wanted to pick her up, set her down on a display case and have my way with her again. The way I should have been able to. All night long. "You don't get to look anymore," she said, bitterness in her eyes as she turned me away from her. I could have fought it, but I enjoyed the feel of her hands on me too much. It was fucking crazy. I was tearing her pussy apart just an hour ago. Now the most she would offer me wa