Undercover Obsession by BJ Wane Read Free Book Online

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of his very wealthy friends with one of their decadent parties. The
women he employed were chosen for their willingness to indulge in
just about anything, such as this woman allowing him to strip her
top off here in front of a crowd of about thirty people instead of
insisting on using one of five private rooms down the hall.
    A soft moan escaped her red painted lips when
he rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger then
pinched the hardened bud until it stiffened even more. “Like that,
do you?” he murmured as she pushed her breast against his hand. If
she was faking her response, she was doing a damn fine job of
it.
    Shifting on his lap, her ass moving
enticingly back and forth on his hard cock, she replied, “Yes, so
feel free to do it again.”
    Why was it, he thought irritably, that he was
sitting here with a lapful of willing female flesh in a posh room
filled with people indulging in a variety of decadent sexual
activities such as the man bending a woman over the arm of a chair
in front of them and sinking his cock into her ass and all he could
think about was waking up to a soft mouth sucking his dick, of
feeling an even softer ass warm under his hand, the innocent,
exciting response to those smacks, the feel of a soft body writhing
under his? It had been so cliché fucking Piper in the dark, in the
missionary position, and yet he hadn’t been able to think clearly
in the five days since. Now, here he was with a woman who would do
anything, indulge any kink, hours from an important meet that could
finally end his role in this assignment and all he could think
about was fucking the adopted daughter of a criminal, a woman much
too young and innocent for him to have touched.
    “Yeah, Brody, do it again.”
    Brody looked up into his partner’s amused
face. “Enjoying yourself, Ian?”
    Ian shrugged, raised a brow as two women
seated on either side of one man, leaned over his lap and began
some open mouth kissing as both their hands worked at freeing his
cock. Turning his attention back to Brody, his eyes went to where
Brody’s fingers had resumed torturing her obviously responsive
nipples. “I do believe I am. You may as well also. You don’t know
when you’ll get the chance again.” In other words, this was
probably the last opportunity they’d have to attend one of these
parties and be able to indulge some of their kinkier preferences on
Uncle Sam’s time.
    Brody supposed Ian had a point. Charles was
ensconced in one of the private rooms where he usually stayed
during these gatherings and there wasn’t anything they could do
between now and when they had to set out for the meeting with
Pasquino in a few hours. Shoving aside the image of a younger, much
more innocent woman, Brody slid his hand under his escort’s short
skirt to encounter bare, soft skin.
    “Take his cock out and into your mouth,
darlin’,” he instructed her, knowing she’d have no qualms about
obeying. Spreading her baby soft labia, he slid two fingers inside
her pussy as she did his bidding, her hips arching against his
invading hand as she took hold of Ian’s cock at the base and
lowered her mouth to engulf the rest of him.
    “Son of a bitch,” Ian swore as his eyes
practically rolled back in his head with the first exploring swipe
of her tongue. Fisting his hands in her blond hair, he took over by
holding her head still and plundering her mouth with controlled
thrusts.
    Brody watched her suck his friend’s cock, saw
how her tongue curled around his girth when he pulled back, how her
cheeks tightened as she suckled, and was once again remembering his
last experience at receiving head. Cursing, he quickly shoved that
memory aside and concentrated on finger fucking her tight pussy,
stopping short of allowing her to climax.
    “Very nice,” he murmured as he nipped at her
neck where it met her shoulder. Her pussy clenched around his
fingers, her cream increasing every time he coasted over her clit.
This time