Page 6 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“Eighteen in two days, right?” he clarified. “The age of consent in the US.”
“Doesn’t make it right,” I countered.
Kieran continued as though the age factor was no longer relevant. “When she’s naked, I want to watch while she goes to her knees and takes your cock between her lips.”
That damn voice, the smooth cadence, the Irish lilt … it made me fucking crazy, made me want things I knew I shouldn’t.
I hissed when he took me in his fist, his thick fingers curling tightly as he stroked me.
“Kieran…”
“You don’t want that?”
“Yeah,” I snarled roughly. “I want that. I want her on her knees with my cock in her mouth. I want to fuck her face, to watch as she swallows me down.”
I’d fantasized about it plenty over the years, more each and every time I received an updated photograph of Emily. She grew more and more beautiful every fucking day. So fucking sweet. So goddamn innocent. I wanted to dirty her the way Kieran said, to use her luscious body while she took her pleasure from me.
But I wouldn’t forsake her just to have her. I wasn’t a goddamn cliché. I had no intention of using her as a pawn in this fucked-up game my mother had initiated. Emily was the one and only thing off-limits.
I groaned low in my throat when Kieran stroked me more firmly, his pace increasing as my cock swelled impossibly in his hand.
His lips brushed mine, but I held off kissing him. It was futile, I knew, but I refused to give in completely.
“But more than that,” I rumbled, knowing this was the part that would get me in trouble. This was what made me fear pursuing Emily, introducing her to my world.
“Tell. Me,” Kieran rumbled, nipping my lower lip.
I groaned low in my throat. “I want you to lay her out and bury your face in her pussy.”
He moaned softly, his fingers flexing on my cock. “Keep going.”
“While you taste her sweetness, I want to smell her desire, to hear her pleas.”
“You want to watch.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, succumbing to the pleasure. “I want to watch.”
It was my Achille’s heel, my one genuine desire. I wanted to watch Kieran pleasure Emily and vice versa. I wanted to stand in the shadows and observe, to admire them while they devoured one another. I wanted to play the voyeur to all their sinful encounters, to witness the first time Kieran kissed her, touched her, fucked her tight pussy, drilled her delectable little ass. And I wanted to bear witness to Emily riding Kieran’s cock, seeing the sheer ecstasy etched on his handsome face. I wanted to hear their combined moans as they brought one another to orgasm.
Kieran nipped my lower lip as he pressed his cock against my thigh. He still had me firmly in hand, and he was stroking more insistently now. I would come; it was inevitable.
“Don’t stop now,” he urged.
I had to. I couldn’t keep thinking about Emily like this. It felt like a betrayal in itself. She was too innocent for this. She didn’t deserve to be the object of my fantasies.
“We’re going to fuck her,” Kieran bit out as though daring me to deny it.
Rather than agree, I slammed him against the bookcase and crushed my mouth to his. My tongue stabbed against his as I rutted into his hand, fucking his fist. Kieran kissed me back, a thrashing of tongues and teeth as he grabbed my ass, jerking me toward him so he was still in control. I fought him for dominance, pumping my hips and taking what he offered. I was seconds from coming when he suddenly stopped, pushing me back.
I panted, ready to slay him for fucking with me, but before I could, Kieran went to his knees and took my cock in his mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed.
His eyes never left mine, and I could see the challenge glittering in the deep-blue orbs. He wanted me to take what I wanted from him, to use him the way I’d fantasized on more than one occasion.
“Don’t think I won’t,” I growled, fisting his hair in one hand and bracing the other on the bookshelf behind him.
I wasn’t gentle as I drove past his lips and into his throat.
