A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) Read Free

weekend
was thinking about how much I wanted to fuck these two men. I
couldn’t forget the way Ryan’s fingers worked with my center, and
as I looked at him I found it impossible to not think about it. I
spent the last two nights touching myself, yet I could hardly work
myself the way Ryan did.
    Of course, I’d never admit how much I lusted
for them.
    “Well, maybe I did know who you guys were, but
if I did I forgot,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. I rubbed
my thighs together, trying to cure the ache I suffered below. “How
the hell did you guys figure out where I lived, anyway?”
    “Scarlet Fontaine, twenty-six years old, sales
manager.” Riley took out my wallet and put it on my lap. “You left
it at our place—your name and ID card is in it. A quick Google
search, a few clicks around, and we have your address.”
    “Actually,” Ryan said, “I kind of stole it
from your handbag.”
    All my sexual tension was immediately
redirected to my anger. “You stole it?” I asked, clenching my teeth
together.
    “I wanted to find out how to contact you, so
that I can fuck that pussy of yours again.” He cupped my breast
with his hand and began fondling it through the fabric.
    “Oi!” The nerve! And after admitting that he
stole my wallet! Yet, despite how infuriated I was, I let him do as
he pleased. The logical part of my brain wanted me to push his hand
away; mixing around with the Crawford brothers only spelled
trouble.
    The driver watching from the front seat should
have motivated me to stop his hands, but that still wasn’t enough.
I could see his wandering eyes reflected in the rearview mirror,
and his gaze only made it hotter.
    Damien was right; maybe I was a slut after
all.
    “Hey, stop it,” I said, trying to sound stern.
His fingers unbuttoned my dress shirt and wandered below the fabric
until it found my perk nipple.
    “I’m serious,” I continued, but the words came
out in a whimper and I moaned right after.
    Ryan smiled at his brother. “She likes
it.”
    Riley responded by taking action, too,
unbuttoning more of my shirt. “I can tell.”
    Ryan shifted his position so he could kiss me.
My mouth welcomed him, and his tongue slipped in so that it could
work its magic on me.
    “Gordon, you dirty old man, wind up the
divider,” Riley said.
    “Yes, sir.”
    The divider slowly went up, though I was sure
that I heard Gordon pause it a few times so that he could take a
longer look.
    “Scarlet.” The way Riley said my name with his
slightly raspy voice made me moan again. “Spread your
legs.”
    Without hesitation, I did as he said and gave
him access to my center. His fingers went under my skirt and he
found it quickly. The first thing he went for was my clit, and the
way he expertly rubbed it, stroking and pinching, was enough to
send white hot pleasure through me.
    My shirt had bunched up at my waist, exposing
my bra to the twins. Ryan pushed the cups aside to reveal my
mounds. His lips made their way down my neck and finally to my
nipple. He rolled his tongue over it and made it wet with his
saliva. I pushed my chest outwards and pressed his face to my
breast, wanting him to suck harder.
    “Give me your cock,” I said, throwing all hell
out the window. I wasn’t sure which twin I had said it
to.
    Riley chuckled into my ear. “My
pleasure.”
    He unzipped his pants and pulled his member
out. I took a sideways glance to look at it. I had seen it once
before, but I didn’t think that I’d ever get used to it. It was at
least seven inches long, and its girth was wide, too. I felt myself
getting wetter thinking about having it sink into my
folds.
    “Here you go, princess.” He led my fingers to
his member.
    It was hard and throbbing. Initially I
tentatively brushed it, not quite certain whether I should stroke
it. But soon, lust took over and I gripped it hard, rubbing it back
and forth.
    He groaned. “Faster.”
    With the encouragement, I held him tighter and
sped up my