Page 42 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

Her movements get more frantic and I know she’s close.

I drag my mouth to her ear. “Come for me.”

She convulses with something between a sob and a moan as she falls apart on my fingers. I feel every twitch of her pussy, every desperate squeeze. I hold her through it, dragging mymouth down her neck while her breath shudders in my ear. The sound makes my cock ache.

She buries her face in my neck and rides every wave of it with no shame. When her pussy finally stops pulsing and she sags against me, I ease my fingers out.

I grip her hair, tilting her head so she’s looking right at me. Her eyes stay locked on mine as I slide my fingers between my lips. She watches me as I clean up the mess she made.Fuck, she tastes like goddamn nirvana.

She pulls me in again, but just as quickly she shoves me back.

For a second, I think I fucked up. Panic claws at me as I step back just enough to let her feet hit the floor. I brace for regret. But then her fingers go to my waistband. She tugs frantically, yanking my pants and briefs down just far enough to free me.

My cock springs free and the head is soaked in pre-cum.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget how to—” The words die in my throat as her fingers wrap around me.

She grips the base and slides up slowly. Her thumb circles around the tip. My hips jerk forward and I groan through clenched teeth.

My cock throbs under her touch. I need to be inside her.Now.

I grab her waist and spin her hard.

She gasps as her forearms hit the wall, palms slapping against it for balance. I kick her legs apart and cage her between my body and the wall. Her back arches.

“Good girl. That’s it.”

I grip my cock and drag it through her soaked pussy. She’s still trembling from that last orgasm, but her hips push toward me, greedy for more.

“Why are you so wet when you hate me so much?” I growl.

I slide up again, slower this time. My tip catches on her clit and she shudders. Her thighs flex, but I don’t let her close them.I press my palm between her shoulder blades, pinning her in place. She lets out a desperate whimper.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” she pants. “I want all of it.”

I line up with her entrance. My vision tunnels. Every muscle in my body goes tight. Then?—

“Hello?”

The voice breaks the spell and it stops us dead in our tracks.

“Reid? Are you here? A little birdie told me you’d stopped by to visit Lo-lo at work.”

Fuck.

I jerk back fast. I reach for my pants, fumbling for the waistband with hands that suddenly don’t work correctly. I tuck myself back in as quickly as I can.

“Reid!”

I take one last look at her. She looks fucking wrecked in the best way. Her shirt’s still pulled up and her pants are still around her thighs. It gives me the perfect view of her dripping pussy. I don’t want to look away. I want to drop to my knees and drink every last drop of her.

But there’s no time for that.

I’m about to head out of the office when I look back at Lola’s face. She looks wrecked—and not the way I wanted. The high I was riding disappears in an instant.

But now isn’t the time to handle that.