Brutal Heir (Billionaire Heirs #2)

Chapter 11

Ezequiel

She has a hell of a way of issuing an invitation. I’m not stupid enough to let it pass.

I push the tank top and bra over her shoulders and down her arms. I take a moment to taste the spot behind her ear, inhaling the scent of her, an aroused woman.

I move along, right under her jaw. My attention goes down her chest to the cleavage offering a mouthwatering view from above. My only regret is that the view from this angle won’t be on the screen to be enjoyed later. That means I’ll have to savor every second.

Part of me wants to let go. I’m actually fighting to hold back. I’m not going to strip her down like I’m some damn teenager with his first woman. That would go too damn fast, and I want to enjoy this moment. To remember what she looks like and recall it whenever I’m alone, thinking about her.

The tank peels down, bringing the white bra with it. The top stretches, but the additional material bunches against her skin. It makes the little scoops of lace press into those incredible tits. They move just the slightest bit with every breath she takes.

I leave the sleeves where they are and move in, sliding over the soft, firm mounds until they’re filling my hands. I take my time, keeping her covered from the recorder, stealing away a moment just for me. Though I know that if I was watching, and not touching, I’d want to yell at the damn idiot to move the hell out of the way so I could see her body. And I’m banking on the fact she’ll be feeling the same.

The puckered skin around her nipple teases my fingers. They’re tempting me to touch, but I’m going to make her wait, make us both wait, even if I’m torturing myself along the way.

I plunge into her bra, curving my fingers toward the shadowy triangle between her breasts. I take her weight, discovering the intense heat under the heavy mounds.

The shirt is stretched out for all its worth as I enjoy massaging, stroking her freely. She presses back against me and lets out a low moan that makes direct contact with my cock.

I wasn’t going to go this far, but now that I have, I can’t deny the fact I want more. More of this woman who I tried to keep at a distance from the very first day.

I thumb her nipples, watching the hard button bounce back, pointing, the very top sitting at the edge of the material. Only the ridge is visible to the camera.

My fingers close on her nipples—both at the same time, tightening at a measured pace. She’s arching away, the back of her head sitting along my shoulder as I barely hold it together.

Her muscles tighten, and she cries out in a way that satisfies something inside me. That dark part of me wants to pinch her, holding until it’s painful, then release her so she’s sensitive. So every touch is somewhere between pleasure and pain.

That would go too fast. No, I’ll take pleasure in the way she’s reacting. I press my face alongside hers, enjoying the way her pulse is racing at her temple.

I run my tongue along her neck, enjoying the salty sweetness of her skin. Her hips are moving, as if she can’t sit still. The constant shifting drags my attention down below. She brings her foot up to the corner of the seat, and I’m hooked.

Those loose shorts fold back against her thigh. Without thinking, I release her right nipple, two fingers going straight between her legs. She gasps. Her underwear isn’t much of a barrier, and it wouldn’t hold me back if it was.

A groan escapes me. She’s wet enough that I hear it when I pull apart those swollen lips then go sliding down her pussy.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I grumble at her temple, something I never pictured myself doing.

The image on the screen is incredible. One breast is filling my hand. The other is crowned by a deep-pink nipple, pointing to the camera. Meanwhile, my hand is at the inside of her thigh, a third finger disappearing under her clothes.

My fingers move over the swollen inner lips, making her body jolt at the most sensitive spots. The sounds of me moving over her wet pussy fill the truck cab. I swirl a finger around her clit, and she cries out.

“You need more than a finger, don’t you?” I mutter as I stretch to put my middle finger inside her.

“Oh God,” she says within a heavy breath. I pump my finger, carefully adding a second into the tight little hole. “Yes.”

I push at her shorts as far as I can reach then hold out the elastic so she can take over. “Take this.” She obeys immediately, shoving the shorts along her legs.

But I want more than a few minutes of a movie.

Leaning back, I open the door on my side and drag her across the seat. The shorts are left behind along with her underwear and a sandal. We manage to clear the steering wheel as I pull her legs over so they’re spread along the side of the seat.

I clutch the edge of my belt, working it open as my attention stays on her. My cock’s out in record time. I run a thumb across that rich temptation between her legs, making her arch her back. Fuck .

I glance over and scoop up my phone. With my left, I manage to get the damn thing unlocked and the camera mode to video. Capturing this sight will be heaven. Every shift of her hips, every inch of her lips, and every second of me as I bury myself inside her.

The camera captures her hands clutching at the seat. Her muscles clench with every inch she takes. I only hope the way her breathing is breaking up will make it into the recording.

The heat of her is incredible. The tightness intense. I bottom out and take a second to let my breath rush out. “So fucking good.” It isn’t long before she’s shifting. Yeah, she’s well ahead of me, but I’ll make it good.

I pull out and have enough sense left to move my phone, catching myself pumping into her. I lean away, leaving the head in while I hope to capture the underside and my thumb rubbing against her. I’m barely moving, gritting my teeth with the effort to hold back.

“Ezequiel,” she says in a breathy voice that threatens to tighten my balls.

My grimace relaxes a bit as I switch the view and manage to put my phone back in the holder. I wrap my hands around her hips, holding on as I take her for a long-awaited ride.

Sage is making little sounds of pleasure each time I plunge in. Both things I never thought I’d hear. Her inner muscles are starting to quiver. It’s making it hard to hold back. At this point, I’m not even sure how I’ve lasted this long.

She cries out. Her hips push against me as she comes up on her elbows. Her body’s spasming, closing around my cock in the tightest grip I never could have imagined. I slam back in her tight little cunt. Once…Twice…Then I close my eyes as I claim the very last second I can be inside her.

I clench my teeth as I pull out just when my balls are ready to explode.

Sage is panting. She’s wasted, her body limp on the seat. I’m ready to join her there, but I have to turn off the camera before she sees. Just one last thing to do. I run my fingers over her right cheek, spreading my cum over that beautiful ass.

This is another moment I wish I could catch on video because I know I’ve got to have a huge grin on my face right about now.