My Sister's Best Friend

in the hotel room

Drew took me to a hotel room—the penthouse suite of one of his most luxurious hotel rooms.

The room was dimly lit, with a king-sized bed that looked like a cloud, covered in silk sheets.

Drew's hand was still on my neck, his thumb tracing circles that made me want to purr like a cat. "Three months," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

"Three months," I agreed, my voice a breathy whisper.

Drew left me in the middle of the room for a moment and came back with a chair he placed on the foot of the bed.

"Get in bed." He said.

I raised a brow at him. "Aren't you joining me?"

"Do as you are told, pretty face."

I bit my bottom lip, a thrill running through me at his command. I slipped off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, lying back against the pillows.

"Now show me how you pleasure yourself." His words were a purr, sending shivers down my spine and right into my core.

I blushed deeply, but the heat in his gaze was too intense to resist. "But..."

"Three months of no limits, Elara." He said, his voice firm. "That means I get to see every part of you, learn every inch of your body. Do it."

I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

I had never done anything like this before, but the thought of him watching me was strangely thrilling.

With trembling hands, I reached down between my legs, my fingers sliding through my wetness.

Drew's eyes were glued to the movement, his own arousal clear as his c**k stood at attention.

I began to rub my clit in slow circles, my eyes never leaving his. His breath grew shallower, his hand moving to release his c**k and stroke himself as he watched.

The sound of his fist pumping filled the room, a steady counterpoint to the slick sounds of my own pleasure.

I watched as Drew's hand moved faster, his eyes never leaving the sight of my fingers working my clit.

"Put a finger in!"

The demand was sudden and it took me by surprise. But the way his eyes were burning into me made it impossible to refuse.

I slid one finger into my slick heat, the feeling making me gasp. Drew's strokes grew more vigorous as he watched me, his own need mirrored in the tightening of his grip on his c**k.

"Another one," he instructed, his voice gruff.

I complied, sliding a second finger inside me, the sensation making my eyes roll back in my head.

"That's it," Drew murmured, his eyes glued to the sight of my hand moving in and out of my body. "Just like that."

I felt a thrill of power, knowing that he was getting off on watching me. My movements grew bolder, my hips rising to meet my own touch as I found a rhythm that made my toes curl.

Drew's hand was a blur as he stroked himself, his eyes never leaving mine. "f**k, Elara," he murmured, his voice tight with restraint. "You're so sexy. Don't stop until you c*m screaming my name!"

The dirty talk was a surprise, but it sent a jolt of excitement through me, making my movements more frantic. My orgasm built quickly, my body responding to his words like a fine-tuned instrument.

"I'm... I'm close," I managed to gasp out, my eyes locked on his.

"Good," Drew growled, his strokes becoming more erratic. "c*m for me, Elara."

The sound of his voice, the sight of his hand moving on his c**k, the feeling of my own fingers inside me, it was all too much.

I threw my head back and let out a scream of pleasure as my orgasm crashed over me.

Drew's eyes never left mine, his hand still moving in a rapid motion on his c**k. "Again," he demanded, his voice thick with need.

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but the thrill of his control over me was too much to resist. I began to rub my clit faster, my body already sensitive from the first orgasm.

Drew's eyes narrowed, watching my every move with a hunger that made me feel like prey. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and intense. "Make yourself c*m again for me."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moans that wanted to escape. My hand moved faster, my eyes locked on his as I felt the pressure building once more.

"Come on," he urged, his voice strained. "I want to see it."

My cheeks burned, but the desire was too strong. I focused on the sensations building inside me, my fingers moving faster, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Drew," I whimpered, feeling my orgasm build.

"Come for me, Elara," he grunted, his hand moving faster on his c**k. "Let me see it. Let me see that slutty c*m face."

The words should have offended me, but instead, they sent a jolt of arousal through me, making me wetter. I knew he didn't mean it in a bad way, just a part of his dirty talk that added to the excitement.

My body responded to his command, my muscles tightening around my fingers as I pushed myself closer to the edge.

"c*m for me," Drew repeated, his eyes burning with lust.

The vulgarity of his words should have made me cringe, but instead, they sent a thrill through me, pushing me closer to the precipice of pleasure. I bit down on my bottom lip, my hand moving faster, my body tightening with each stroke.

"Yes," Drew hissed, his hand a blur around his c**k. "Just like that."

I watched him as I brought myself closer to the edge, the tension in the room thick with desire. His eyes never left my face, the hunger in them making me feel like the only person in the world.

"That's it," Drew murmured, his own strokes growing more frantic. "I'm going to c*m with you, Elara."

The sound of his voice, the sight of his hand moving in a blur, it all pushed me over the edge. My body convulsed with pleasure, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm.

Drew's eyes never left mine, his own climax following close behind. With a final grunt, he shot his load onto the floor, his hand still pumping his c**k.

The moment hung in the air, charged with the electricity of our shared release. My chest heaved with each breath, and my fingers remained buried in my p***y, the aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing through me.

"Now get up and come ride me like the slut you are."