Bought by the Billionaire Brothers 3: (3 page)

“Yes sir,” the driver answered as the privacy glass slid into place, sealing the cab of the expansive luxury car into a moving private room with Italian leather and a fully stocked bar, which Vince helped himself to as the car began to pull away from the curb.

He downed the quick shot of whiskey and then closed his eyes, his blood still simmering.

“Vince?”

Penny’s tremulous voice cut through his fury and he opened his eyes to regard the beautiful, succulent woman sitting nervously beside him. God, she was hot. Her tits were something out of his wettest dreams and her wide, rounded hips were made for a man’s cock. Just looking at her made his blood quicken and his cock harden within his trousers.
Hard to believe they were lucky enough to call her theirs. And he needed her. Badly. “Take it off,” he said hoarsely, barely able to get out the words. “I want to see those gorgeous tits right now.”

Penny blushed —
 
that was one of the most endearing qualities about her. She could fuck like a wild woman, yet still blush like a sch
oolgirl. A rare combination that he cherished that about her
—
 
and slowly peeled the designer dress from her shoulders to reveal the tight
bustier pushing up her plump tits as if in offering. He smiled his approval. “You wore the black,” he said, his breath quickening at the sight of the tight black lace against her creamy skin. “And the matching panties?”

In answer, she shimmied free of the dress to reveal, indeed, the tiny black thong that was nestled between her sweet ass cheeks and barely covered the soft thatch of curls at her pussy.
He groaned and pushed at the erection tightening his
drawers
.
Penny smiled and moved to free his straining cock, her nimble fingers moving quickly and efficiently around the button and zipper. She descended on his cock, her warm mouth enveloping the head and shaft in a fluid movement that ripped a groan from his mouth with sudden pleasure. He watched with narrowed, lust-hazed
eyes
as she
moved up and down, gripping his shaft just as he’d taught her, moving in tandem with her mouth as she worked him with the finesse of someone who’d been giving blow jobs for an indecent number of years instead of a shy, virginal bean counter who’d never even seen a penis four short months ago.
He pulled the pin free from her hair, releasing all that beautiful glory from its artful restraints and smiled with satisfaction as it tumbled around her face, the ends tickling his balls as she continued to suck him with diligence.
“God, Penny,” he groaned, threading his fingers through her hair and griping the scalp tightly. “You suck cock as if you were born to do it.” He closed his eyes, losing himself to the building waves of pleasure that started at the base of his spine and traveled an unerring path straight to every pleasure zone in his body. She teased him with slow, circuitous movements around the head and rim then plunged the tip of her tongue into the hole at the fleshy top, invading his body with that tiny, wet organ until he was panting with the extreme pleasure. He forgot about Dillon —
 
hell, he forgot about everything —
 
and simply enjoyed the sensation of being sucked off in royal fashion.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned,
unable to hold back. He stiffened
as hi
s toes curled inside his shoes and huge jets of cum hurtled from his shaft and down her lovely throat. She swallowed like a good girl, taking every last drop of his seed until he was limp and spent.
“Fuck,” he breathed, trying to catch his breath. “Yes….”

Penny sat back, her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade from the exertion, and he was struck by how beautiful she was.
Her lush curves were still tightly contained in the lace corset, which caused her hips to flare and accentuated her generous ass. Her hair, tumbling down around her shoulders in voluptuous curls, shone in the dim light as her scent washed over him in a sensual wave.
He could smell her sweet pussy and he knew she was dripping with need. The sharp scent spike a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him and he could already feel the wet, welcoming warmth of her pussy closing around his cock as he rammed it deep inside her.
“Come here,” he commanded in a deceptively soft tone. She smiled sweetly and eagerly climbed on top of him. Her hot core was nestled nicely on top of his slowly recovering cock.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, bracketing her hips with his hands. He gently rubbed the front of her panties right where her little pleasure nub was situated and grinned when she gasped and leaned into his touch. “Do you like that?” When she nodded shyly, he slipped his finger beneath the lace curtain shielding his view from her pretty pussy curls and slowly pushed his finger inside her. She rocked with little thrusts against his finger but her position prevented too deep of a penetration. She made a small sound of frustration and he chuc
kled as he withdrew his finger before popping it into his mouth and sucking off her juices. “Just like candy,” he said, grinning right before he jerked her to him, crushing her tits against his chest. She gasped at the sudden movement, her breath quickening as he reached around and squeezed her ass cheek. Without warning, Dillon reentered his mind and he saw the way his brother had been openly flirting with Penny. That rage that’d been soothed by Penny’s sweet mouth, suddenly returned, only this time it was sharpened by the ne
ed to fuck her hard. He reached behind
and
ripped her corset open,
popping
the delicate hooks in the custom-made lingerie. Her generous tits bounced free and he buried his face into the valley of those beautiful breasts.
He squeezed both breasts in each palm and wasted no time in sucking a
pebbled
nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, drawing as if he were an infant desperate for nourishment instead of a
grown man, ravenous with lust.

“Ohhhh yes,” Penny said in a sweet, breathy moan that thrilled him senseless. He loved every little noise she made when he was possessing her body. She was alternately vulnerable
and shy, wild and uninhibited —
 
nearly the perfect woman.

If only he hadn’t seen the intrigue —
 
however reluctant —
 
shining in her eyes for Dillon. Yes…he’d seen it. The bastard…

With a growl he lifted her from his lap and dropped her to the soft cushions. She made a startled squeak but he didn’t give her a chance to question and simply jerked her panties from her hips. He brought the thin scrap of lace to his nose and inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the womanly scent of pussy, and then tossed the panties to the floor without regard.
He quickly shed his pants and then pulled Penny to her back, tossing one leg over his shoulder before thrusting hard inside her wet core. She cried out as he rammed his cock balls deep, groaning as he ground himself against her, forcing her to take every inch of his rock-hard shaft. He wet his finger generously and then sought out the rosebud of her
behind
.
He slowly pushed his finger inside her ass as he fucked her hard. She cried and moaned, her hands clutching at the cushion, seeking anything to grip as he punished her body with his cock and finger, demanding every inch of her flesh to belong to him as he mercilessly drove her to the edge of that pleasure precipice and then yanked her back again, no
t ready to end the sinful bliss just yet. Her sheath was a nice, tight fit for the thick girth of his cock and the fact that he and his twin were the only
ones
to have ever fucked her was a shot of pure lust straight to his groin.
“
Who does this pussy belong to?” he ground out as he thrust into her so hard her tits bounced.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to!”

A flush stole up her neck as she struggled to get the words out. She gasped in answer, “You! You!”

“And?”

“Nolan,” she cried out. “Oh God! Ohhhhh!”

“That’s right,” he growled and withdrew from her honeyed core only long enough to replace his finger with his cock in her ass
after he’d lubed her hole with her own copious juices
.
He went slowly, giving her time to adjust, but it was torture to be patient when he wanted to
fuck her so hard that he left bruises.
She belonged to him and Nolan! Not Dillon. He pulled her other leg over his shoulder and pushed himself deep into her ass, rolling his eyes into his head as the pleasure of such a tight fit in her taboo place squeezed his cock, almost fighting the intrusion with the ring of muscle. He moved slowly at first but soon he was thrusting like a wild man, his balls slapping against her as he rocked her body. He licked his thumb and toyed with the sensitive clit hidden
within
her slick folds. She gasped out, impaled on his cock, moaning and crying as he pushed her ever closer to that sweet pinnacle of total oblivion. “Say my name when you cum,” he whispered, watching with lustful satisfaction as she jerked against his thumb, stiffening as her mouth dropped open on a wail. “Say it!”

“V-Vince!” she cried, shuddering as tears slid down her cheeks. “Vince…”

He smiled
forcefully
around the building pleasure in his own body, no longer needing to hold back. A few hard thrusts into her tightness
and within seconds, his own orgasm hurtled from his body, pumping his seed into her gorgeous ass. “Ahhh, my sweet, sweet Penny,” he gasped
and withdrew his spent cock. He tucked his cock away and Penny dressed.

An odd silence settled between them and Vince knew he might’ve gone too far. He knew ass play wasn’t her favorite, even though she came harder than ever whenever he forced her to take his cock there. It was part of their dynamic —
 
he pushed her boundaries while Nolan simply worshipped her body —
 
but there was something different about her this time. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, worried.

“
No,” she answered quietly, but there was a catch to her voice that immediately sent spikes of regret through his heart. He wouldn’t hurt Penny for the world. She was his girl. His ultimate fantasy. He would do anything to keep her happy. And safe.

“Come here, honey,” he said, inviting her into the shelter of his arms. She went willingly, tucking her head beneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his chest. “
I don’t know what came over me,” he lied. He knew exactly what
’d
changed his mood and it had everything to do with his older brother. “
Sometimes you bring out the animal in me,” he said, trying to lighten the mood but when she pulled away to stare at him, he knew his attempt had fallen flat. He sighed and hit the intercom, “Take us to the apartment,” he instructed.

“You got it, boss.”

The car slowed and then swung wide, gravel crunching under the tires and Vince could only guess where they’d traveled and how long it would take to get back.

“Do you trust me?” he asked suddenly and she startled. He leaned forward, repeating with an intense stare. “Do you trust me?” She gazed at him, uncertainty in her eyes, but she finally nodded slowly and he let out a relieved breath as he took her hand and pulled her back to him. “Then trust me when I say that Dillon is bad news. I’d rather die than let anything happen to you. Do you hear me? I know I act a little crazy when it comes to Dillon but it’s only because I don’t want anything to ruin what we’ve got going on. I mean, you’re happy aren’t you?”

Was that desperation in his voice? How pathetic. His fucking brother shows up on the scene and suddenly he’s regressed to that whiny twelve-year-old trailing after his older brother, begging for some
quality time.

“I’m happy,” she answered with subdued sincerity but her eyes welled. “But I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”

“I know, honey. I know. As soon as Dillon leaves town, things will go back to normal. I promise.”

She nodded and he was pleased to see a note of relief in her expression as well. Perhaps he’d imagined the look in her eyes when she’d been around Dillon. Hell, maybe he’d overreacted. But he couldn’t be sure, not with Dillon around.

“Who is Isabel?” she asked in a small voice, bringing his thoughts to a screeching halt.

Isabel
. He mentally winced, cursing Dillon all over again for bringing up the past that was long gone.
He forced a smile. “Someone from the past. Definitely not a part of the future. That’s all that matters.”

Penny nodded and settled again against his chest but he could feel her questions, her banked curiosity as if it were a physical thing sitting beside them. Beautiful Isabel. Vince closed his eyes and pushed away the mental image of Isabel, the blood seeping from her cracked skull, staining her white-blonde hair with red.

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The brisk breeze lifted the tendrils that’d escaped from her ponytail as Penny dug her toes into the cold sand beneath her feet. Gray clouds scuttled across the horizon, threatening rain but Penny wasn’t ready to go inside just yet. Vince and Nolan had brought her to their Hamptons estate to get away from all the stress of the city —
 
but urgent business had taken them both back on the red-eye after one day spent at their getaway. Of course, she’d offered to return with them, but they’d both insisted that she stay and enjoy the
view from their multi-million dollar vacation home
while they took care of business
.