Page 47 of Silks

“You’ll lose your cut of 50 million dollars!” I said, startled.

“You think I give a fuck about that?” he growled as my hands tightened further on his balls. “Take everything away from me. I just want you, Ophelia. Nothing else matters.”

“Hmph,” I said, releasing his balls slowly, watching his chest heave. “What the fuck other dumbass illegal things have you been doing? Don’t you have any, like, morals whatsoever?”

“No,” my brother said. “I only care about you.”

I said nothing, but I began to stroke his cock again, his shaft hard and throbbing under my hands.

“Yes, Ophelia, please,” he almost gasped, and I felt like I couldn’t look away from him in the mirror, the way the tendons stood out in his arms, the way the muscle in his strong jaw twitched and moved.

And the expression on his face as I picked up the pace slightly, my hand wet and slick from his precum.

“I’m going to come,” he gritted out, and I looked around wildly. This place was so stupidly fancy that even the changing room was decorated with a host of drapey hanging plants, and I grabbed one hanging from the ceiling, shoving it under Teddy as he released with a loud, jagged groan, and my fascinated eyes watched as my hand milked ropes of cum from his cock, coating the plant and filling the pot with his hot jets.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, holy shit,” Teddy said inarticulately.

I pushed the hanging plant behind the others, rationalizing to myself that the extra protein would do the plants no harm.

“You were all too easy to seduce,” I said irritably. “How many corporate secrets have you had weaseled out of you, Teddy?”

“No other ones,” he said, grinning at me. “Unless you want to try again right now for some more.”

I tossed my head and turned to leave. “We’ll see if you actually follow through tomorrow.”

I opened the changing room door and stepped out but his big arm snatched me around the waist and dragged me back in.

“Not so fast, little sister,” he said. I’m not done with you yet.”

“I’m done,” I tried, but he shut the door and pushed me up against the wall.

“Nope,” Teddy said, kneeling in front of me, his hands reaching down to the button on my jeans shorts. “We’re not leaving until I make you come at least once.”

I complained, I whined, I tried to kick his thighs, shove his broad shoulders, remind him he was just the idiot who took anything Dr. Dent said seriously, but he was impervious to it all, just unzipped my pants with big, sure fingers and yanked them down my legs along with my panties.

Then he spread my thighs, looking at my cunt that was already wet and sore and puffed-up from how much he had taken me, and he sucked up the slick wetness of his cum and mine, not stopping until my release made me a trembling, weak mess.