Chapter 1

Owen

“Get your ass in here, you dirty little slut,” I growl as I yank the bridesmaid by her wrist into the butler’s pantry and kick the door shut behind us.

I slap said ass, and she gives a little half-squeal-half-moan as we stumble further into the dimly lit room.

It’s pretty massive for a butler’s pantry, but that’s my brother for you. Always making sure he has the most oversized everything. Overcompensating much?

Yeah, he fucking is.

Asshole didn’t even bother inviting me to his wedding. Always felt threatened by me. Intimidated by the fact that his younger brother does everything better without even trying.

Including getting all the hottest women. Yeah, so maybe I’ve stolen a few women from him over the years, but like I said: he’s overcompensating.

What can I say?

Bitches fucking love me. Flock to me. Practically beg for a taste of my twelve-inch cock.

Much like this little slut right here. Yeah, I saw the way she was eyeing me when I walked into the reception—because fuck the ceremony, I’m only here for the party.

I saw right away how hard her nipples were through her gauzy bridesmaid’s getup. Practically panting. Soaking wet, I guarantee it.

And I’m about to confirm that shit right the fuck now.

“Oohhh, Owen,” she moans. “This is so bad.”

“Don’t pretend you aren’t a naughty little slut,” I say, whipping her around and pulling her towards me.

Her tight little body is practically vibrating. I reach down for a handful of her dress and yank it up around her waist.

Red lace thong and garter belt. Nice. I slide my hand up her thigh slowly, making her legs shake.

Already. Damn, I’m good.

With a smirk on my face, I watch her as I dip my fingers inside that lace.

Yep, like I said. Soaking fucking wet.

I slide my finger across her slit, flick my thumb over her swollen clit, then thrust two fingers deep inside her.

“Fuck,” she squeals, clutching my shoulders as if her life depends on it.

“That’s right…baby…”

Yeah, I don’t even know her fucking name. Not that it matters.

My name is the only one that matters here. Owen fucking Westbrook. That’s the only thing she’ll be screaming in just a few short minutes.

It’s almost too easy. Women fall on their knees with nothing more than a nod of my head. All the damn time.

If it didn’t mean I got the fucking hottest women whenever I want, I almost might be bored by it all.

But fuck, let’s be real.

Who I am I to deprive the women of this world of the pure pleasure I can provide?

I’m not the world’s most renowned billionaire bastard playboy for nothing. It’s almost like my fucking duty or some shit to bestow orgasms on the lucky ladies of my choosing.

I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and lift them to her mouth, slipping them inside.

“Mmm,” she moans.

She meets my eyes with a saucy grin and dutifully licks my fingers clean.

“That’s right,” I say. “Now it’s my turn for a taste.”

I glance over her head and get a wicked idea. In one smooth motion, I pull her dress up and over her head and shove her back—right into the ostentatiously decorated tiered wedding cake.

“Unnggh,” Slutty Bridesmaid gasps, her eyes wide. “The cake!”

“Mm, you want some?”

There she is, spread out before me, ass right on the cake, looking good enough to eat. I reach behind her and scoop up a handful of thick, creamy white icing with one hand, then hook my fingers in her thong and rip it off with one hard yank, the tearing of the thin fabric making me smirk when her eyes go even wider.

In the next instant, I’m smearing the thick cream all over her thighs and pussy. She’ll look even better here soon when my own thick cream is covering her, making her good and sticky.

I pop her tits out of her bra, then grab more icing and spread it over her.

“There. Now you’re good enough to eat.”

Leaning over her body that’s now arching toward me, I lap at her full tits, licking up the icing then feeding it to her with my tongue. I go back for seconds, drawing her hard nipples into my mouth one by one, getting rock fucking hard at the sounds she makes as I flick my tongue across her sensitive peaks.

“More. Owen, please…I need more.”

Begging for it. What a dirty little slut. But I’m happy to oblige.

I drop down to my knees and hook her legs over my shoulder as her moans and pants grow louder and heavier. She bucks her hips up toward my face.

Fuck yes.

I grip her thighs and spread them wide, taking in the view, but just as I’m about to dive in, I hear a noise on the other side of the room.

Standing just inside the door is a girl. Well, I guess she’s a woman, considering that body—but fuck, she looks young. And sexy as hell.

And she’s standing there, eyes wide, blonde curls bouncing as she backs up slowly.

God. She’s fucking gorgeous. Right now, this bridesmaid in front of me—legs spread, clit swollen, and begging for attention—doesn’t do a thing for me. Not with this girl standing here.

Watching.

She’s fucking watching. Looking like she knows she should leave. But for whatever reason just fucking can’t.

Okay, then. I can work with that.

I arch an eyebrow at her, my lips quirking to one side, then I run my tongue up Slutty Bridesmaid’s right thigh. She cries out and quivers under my touch, but I don’t fucking care.

I’m not thinking about her anymore. My eyes are locked on this beautiful blonde in front of me. Just as hers are on me.

I’m in tune with every tiny movement of her body.

How she leans forward slightly. How her eyes widen even more. How her pupils are dilated, her eyes so dark with desire I can’t even tell what color they are.

Pulling back slightly, I drag my tongue up the bridesmaid’s left thigh now.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I’m so fucking bad, right?

Damn fucking straight I am.

I’m loving every fucking second of this. As my tongue is inches from the pussy that’s spread so invitingly before me, covered in sweet cream, I watch my little voyeur.

Her nipples are hard beneath her—oh, what’s this? She’s a bridesmaid too, apparently. Whoever picked out these thin-ass dresses deserves a hat tip.

Then her hand, previously covering her mouth in what looked like an innocently horrified display—though I fucking know better because I’m reading all her signs—trails down her face, and she bites gently on the tip of her finger.

And…fuck. Yeah, so I thought I was rock-hard earlier, right?

Not even close. Not with this girl watching me like she wishes she were the one with my head between her legs.

Okay, angel. You like that? Let me show you exactly what I can do.

I grip the bridesmaid’s ass and pull her to my face, forgoing the tease and going straight for the money. Or rather, the honey.

And it’s a good thing the bridesmaid screams out as I thrust my tongue deep into her wet pussy. Because our little visitor gasps pretty damn loud herself at my blatant display.

Because not only am I tongue-fucking this bridesmaid right here in front of her, but I’m watching her. My gaze raking over her body. Taking her all in.

There’s no way she doesn’t know exactly what I’m thinking right now.

That I want her to be the one spread out before me. Shaking as I lick her to orgasm. Lapping up her cum as she squirts all over me.

And squirt she will. I’m going to fucking feast on this girl’s cum if I have my way. And I always have my way.

I continue to watch her, loving the flush that covers her smooth skin, wondering how swollen and flushed that little cunt is right now, too.

Fuck, I have to know.

For good measure, even though Slutty Bridesmaid is already coming, I go for the gold. I’m like a fucking Olympic pussy eating champion. I spread her even wider, her thighs sticking out in the air, and pull her clit into my mouth, sucking, licking, and tugging on it until she’s practically writhing…

…all over the wedding cake.

Oops. Sorry, brother. But not sorry enough to stop.

Because, I swear, my sexy little voyeur is starting to shake. She gasps, grips the wall, and I fucking swear she’s coming.

She’s literally coming as she watches me.

I’m about to explode out of my pants, rip right fucking through them.

Slutty Bridesmaid comes again, then goes limp into the wedding cake. I pull back, reach up to my lips that are coated in two kinds of sweet sticky cream, and swipe my fingers over my mouth.

With my eyes still only on this sexy as fuck girl, I give her a wink, tip my fingers toward her—some fucked up kind of nod to what just happened—then slide them into my mouth.

My intention is clear.

Your turn.