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Voice breaking, she cries out when she climaxes, clutching my bedspread with her bound hands and thanking me. Tears form in the corners of her eyes. Actual tears. She’s groaning my name and repeating the word yes like it’s the only word she knows.
I’m close too, fighting to let her ride out the waves of her own pleasure before I give in and take mine.
Like she can sense I’m close, she shoves me off before I can finish. It’s so abrupt, I suddenly feel like I’m missing a part of myself.
Her abrupt departure is worth it when she slides down the bed. Half-dangling off it, she positions herself at the end with her feet on the floor, laid out below me. Her lips wrap around my dick and she sucks like her life depends on it. It only takes her a couple of sucks before my climax breaks through into hundreds of prickles of the most astounding pleasure I’ve ever felt. I come relentlessly, giving so much, leaving every drop of it in her mouth.
She swallows it gleefully, without hesitation—and yeah, with a single swallow, she ruins me.
Breathing out, I roll onto the bed. Julia, to my surprise, climbs up next to me. Her naked body curls around mine. Silently, she holds out her wrists to me. I undo them.
“Holy shit,” I mutter softly, maybe soft enough that she doesn’t hear.
“Fine then. Maybe you’re not out of your prime,” she murmurs, her words reluctant.
I look over at her and find her watching me carefully. I stare back, unsure what to say. I knew fucking Julia would be good. I knew it. The moment I saw her, I knew plunging into her flawless body would be downright miraculous.
But did I think she would be so game for it? Never. Not after she resisted this—resisted me—for so long.
I brush her hair off her cheek and tuck it behind her ear. Her lips are red and swollen from blowing me, and her eye makeup is smudged from sweat and tears. She looks spent and so fucking gorgeous.
“Do you need anything?”
She shakes her head, but she’s still eyeing me suspiciously. I’m not one to push. If she wants to tell me something, she can.
Soundlessly, she lowers her hand to my bare length and runs her fingertips over it. I was at half-mast, but her touch immediately gets me ready for another round.
“Is that what you want?” I ask softly.
Julia drags a perfectly painted red fingernail over the slit in my cock. Her eyes meet mine. “Possibly.”
The word comes out so reticent, I find myself clenching my jaw. She senses it too. She doesn’t understand it either. She’s just as surprised that two people who started out so badly could fuck the way we just did.
“A minute,” I request before I move out of her grasp.
In the bathroom, I stand in front of the mirror and stare at myself. I feel unbelievable. My body hasn’t felt so satisfied in years, and yet I’m hungry for more of her.
The question runs through my brain again. What is happening here?
I want her again. Need her. But for me to have her again, I need to make one thing clear: The deal is done. From this point forward, if we fuck it’s because we want to. Because we need to.
I send a text to Davis Ridgeway. It’s shitty to reach out immediately after fucking his little sister—while my cum is still in her throat—but I’ve never been one to wait.
We’re all set. Deal’s done. FundRight is yours.
There.
I exit the bathroom, ready to show her the text and make her come so many times we forget what it’s like not to be naked and covered in sweat together. But when I return to my bed, Julia has fallen asleep. She’s curled up with her cheek on the pillow, right in the center of the bed where I couldn’t avoid her even if I wanted to.
When I see how tired she is, I feel like an asshole. She flew across the country this morning and spent most of the day hiding in her room. She traveled from a completely different time zone. I didn’t even feed her—again. On the contrary, I chased her around, fucked her senseless, and barely did any aftercare. Of course she passed out.
I’ll have to wait until morning. I’ll apologize for being a sex obsessed caveman and show her the text I sent Davis so she knows everything we do from now on is for our pleasure, not for the acquisition.
I get in bed next to her and pull her close, tucking her right against my chest where she fits perfectly. The floral scent of her perfume reminds me that I know what she tastes like all over. Her skin. Her lips. Her pussy. The prospect of doing it all again tomorrow leaves me uncharacteristically excited.
“Of course I caught you,” is the last thing I say before I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 11: Julia
