Page 193 of Beautifully Ruined

I groan as the pleasure spreads like wildfire, her mouth is magic, and I go from ten to about a thousand in seconds.

Fuck, I could come hard. I’m getting there, too.

She plays with my balls, squeezing, massaging, making everything sear with hot pleasure. They get tight, and my cock aches with the need?—

A buzzing sound stops the orgasm, and she stops sucking.

Fuck, my phone.

“Ignore it. Suck my cock, Vi.”

I go to turn the damn thing off, but Vi switches to jerking me again, using the wetness to slide hard and fast on my cock, keeping me at the brink of orgasm but not quite. It’s edging, pure and simple.

“Answer the phone,” she says.

I glance at it. “No fucking way, it’s Jack.”

The wench grins. “I dare you to. Talk to him, and I’ll make you come.”

“No.”

“I triple dog dare you.”

There’s no way I’m backing down. “You’re on.”

I press answer.

And she starts to suck again, her eyes on me, and it’s a double whammy of erotic hell, her watching, her working me. “Hey Jack.”

“You busy?”

“Just…just working out. I can…talk.”

“I just wanted to check in, see how everything is.”

I hit mute. “I can’t do this. It’s my brother.”

“You already said.” She pulls off my cock, and it’s a hard-felt edging moment this time. Worse than the last. It hurts.

“Come on, finish me off. He knows something’s up.”

But her grin is evil. “If you want to ever come again, and I intend to be married to you until the death do us part bit, you’ll unmute and talk to him. Nonstop. If you stop talking, I stop.”

“You’re a fucking monster.”

“And you’re the poor besotted fool that wants to marry me.”

It’s fucking true. “Fine. But you better make me come.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sorry about that,” I say to my brother as she starts to suck again, this time going all the way down, and I groan.

“Dropped the weight,” I say before he can ask. “How’s work? Good. Have you met anyone new? Thought more about moving because—fuck—I have a place for you and before you ask, you’d have to pay rent.”

I keep talking. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying, and I don’t give my poor brother a moment to speak. But holy hell, as wrong as this is, it feels so fucking good, and I’m a weak man.

When she takes me and gags herself, it’s like visiting heaven.