Despite saying she’d visit Bryce, Summer didn’t show up at the office the next day. Evan smirked at his desk, listening to all his coworkers lament the fact that they didn’t get to see their “lunchtime sunshine.” Ugh. Their worship of Summer made him kind of nauseous but at the same time, it gave him an odd sense of pleasure because the girl they bowed down to bowed down to him.
With his footage of her dirty bachelorette night fling, Evan had Summer literally on her knees. He could tell her to do anything — maybe kneel under his desk and deep-throat his cock while he pretended to work. Or maybe sit on his lap and let him play with her pussy while he continued his online search of where to go on vacation.
Evan could do whatever the fuck he wanted to Summer.
But before that, he needed her to at least show up to the fucking office.
“Wait a goddamned second,” Evan muttered to himself, realizing his own sheer idiocy.
He had just blackmailed his boss into keeping him on the payroll. He had just blackmailed Summer yesterday into jerking him off topless. Why the fuck did he still think he needed to play by any sort of rules?
“Hey, where are *you* going?” asked nosy fucking Deb from the cubicle behind when Evan suddenly rose from his chair.
“I’m going to force Summer to put her mouth on my cock.”
“*What?*”
“Nothing. Go back to work,” Evan said, the elevator doors closing behind him.
***
Bryce lived in an absurdly nice penthouse on Lex that Evan couldn’t get into without permission. Goddamnit. If only he had blackmail material on this fucking doorman.
*How about this Summer – if you don’t have this guy let me up I’ll send him the footage of your champagne-soaked tits in Vegas. Better yet, I’ll send the video directly to Bryce.*
Hitting ‘Send,’ Evan turned to the snooty doorman and smiled as his phone rang.
“Go on up,” the doorman finally said.
*Fuck yes,* Evan cheered inwardly, getting hard at the mere thought of face-fucking Summer in her own home. He cursed the fact that it took ages for the elevator to even get to their Bryce and Summer’s ridiculous penthouse apartment.
When the doors finally opened straight into the unit, Evan’s eyebrows shot straight up.
“Hi,” Summer said dryly, smirking as if she had the upper hand. Because surrounding her were three gorgeous, willowy girlfriends — all of them with the same blown out hair, pushed-up tits and perfect teeth. They sipped champagne, long legs crossed while flipping through wedding magazines. “Yeah, so it’s kind of a girl’s afternoon, but if you’re so adamant to join, Evan, maybe you should help me plan my wedding to my incredibly sexy, masculine and gorgeous husband who, by the way, is still a million times richer than you and always will be. Just in case you were starting to feel good about yourself.”
Evan clenched his jaw but with a glance around at her equally posh and haughty-looking friends, he smirked, delighted by the fact that she thought she could use her company against him. Hell, he’d say shit in front of anybody. “Oh, he’s a wealthy man for sure,” Evan smiled placidly. “But I’m the one who got to shoot a load of cum on his fiancee’s tit in his own office building.”
“*Evan!*”
Summer burst from the couch as her friends went from gaping to whispering hurriedly to each other. Evan grinned as Summer dragged him furiously up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
“Shit,” Evan had to say as Summer immediately crossed her lithe arms over her skintight top and peeled it up, giving him a delectably heavy titty-drop and exposing her perfect breasts. Dropping straight to her knees, she glared at him.
“Just let me suck it real fast, okay?” Summer asked, both panicked and seething as she tore at his belt. “Let’s just get it fucking over with!”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Evan clucked. “You don’t get to dictate how we do this.”
“I can’t stay here for long, Evan!” Summer protested, desperately squeezing her breasts for him. She jiggled them mercilessly in her own hands, her eyes frantic as she stared up at him. “Please!” She threw in a little shimmy to increase the bouncing. “Just do what you want fast and do *not* say anything to my friends, okay? You are so not allowed to take over every aspect of my life!”
“Really? This coming from the girl who used to call her rivals’ parents and rat them out for doing drugs or fucking older guys?”
“Oh my God, that was *high* school! God, just forget it then!” Summer snapped, reaching for her top. Evan swiped it up in his hand before she could so much as touch it. “Evan, please give it back,” Summer huffed with defeat, already knowing she wouldn’t get it without performing a favor.
“Lay down on the bed,” Evan said evenly, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips as he watched beautiful, topless Summer climb onto her bed in just a pair of white denim shorts. God, her ass looked out of this world. “Good girl. Now lean back against those pillows and push your tits up as far as you can. Just like that… yeah, baby, just like that. God, they’re so fucking big. Oh… *fuck*, sweetheart, that’s fuckin’ nice,” Evan murmured, watching Summer cup the heavy undersides of her breasts and push them up to her chin. Her tits was firm but supple with the cutest, palest pink nipples he couldn’t wait to see between her lips. “Now suck your tits into your mouth, Summer.” He grinned when she resisted for all of a second before obliging. “Good girl,” Evan encouraged her, undoing his belt as he walked closer to the bed, watching Summer suckle gently on her own breast. “Wetter than that, Summer. I want to hear it.”
She shot him a dirty but complied, circling her pink tongue around her tight peak, saturating it fully before sucking it again, wet enough for Evan to hear.
“Perfect,” Evan remarked with approval, standing at the end of the bed now and stroking his cock. A part of him still couldn’t believe this was happening — that he was in Bryce’s master bedroom, pleasuring himself to the incredible image of Summer making a meal out of her own tits. They were shining with the wetness of her own saliva now — Evan realized because he had yet to tell Summer to stop. It was beautiful. She would truly do whatever he asked of her, even lick her own breasts for an unspecified amount of time.
“What else, Evan?” Summer asked. It was music to his ears. Pissy, reluctant music.
“I want you to take your shorts and panties off and bend your legs so I can see your pussy.”
Summer blinked. “You don’t think you’re going to fuck me, do you?”
Irked, Evan raised his eyebrows. “I was going to ask you to touch that slut pussy of yours for me, but now that you mention fucking, I can’t help but want to.”
“Fuck you, I only show my pussy to my fiance.”
“Sweetheart, we both know that’s not true.”
Summer bristled, climbing angrily off the bed. She tried snatching her top back from Evan but upon failing, made a bee-line for her dresser.
“Don’t be a brat, Summer. You know what’ll happen if you don’t listen to me.” Evan crossed his arms, amazed that even from behind, he could see Summer’s tits jiggle as she tore through her clothes in search of something to wear. God, everything about her turned him on so hard he practically wanted to blow his load right on her back and legs and make her go back to her friends wearing his cum.
“I already gave you want you wanted, Evan,” Summer whined tearfully. “I sucked my tits, I played with them, what else do you want?”
“I want to bury my cock balls-deep in your pussy.”
“Ugh,” Summer shuddered. She turned to him with a pleading look on that gorgeous face. “Can’t I just suck on it, Evan? Please?” she begged, bouncing eagerly on her toes and causing all the more delicious shaking in the tit region. *Fuck.*
“Fine, suck on it. But you better get used to the idea of taking it in your pussy at some point,” Evan said, grinning when Summer hissed *fuck you* before dropping to her knees.
But before she could wrap her lips around his cock, the door flung open.
“Oh my *God*, Summer! What the *fuck?*”
Summer gasped, snapping her head around as Evan looked up to see a smoky brunette with thick waves and thicker hips. They flared out from an impossibly pinched waist. *Shit,* Evan thought, eyeing the girl’s breasts. They were just as big as Summer’s. Maybe bigger.
“Natalia!” Summer hissed. “Ever heard of fucking knocking?”
“Ever heard of not cheating on your fiance like, multiple times?” Natalia burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Sum, this is too much. And with *this* guy? Girl, where did your taste go? This is like, way unacceptable unless he’s like, a billionaire.”
“Fuck *off*, Nat,” Summer snarled as Natalia kept laughing.
“Sure, Sassypants. I’ll fuck off and tell Brett that you’re sucking off some loser who you said *works* for him, right? That’s amazing.”
Evan rolled his eyes as Summer rose to her feet to bite back at her friend. He had been seconds from having his dick sucked and now he was embroiled in mean girl drama. At least the two were going at it so hard that Summer didn’t care about him reaching around from behind and playing with her breasts. *Ohhh yeah,* Evan groaned inwardly, massaging her full mounds in his fingers, pulling her back against him as he mashed her tits together.
“Fine, if you tell Bryce about this, I’ll tell Adam about how you fucked his brothers — yes, *plural*– at the Christmas Party last year!”
Evan laughed to himself, amazed that the girls were so heated neither were acknowledging the fact that he was fondling Summer and pushing his erection between her creamy thighs. God, if he could just get those shorts off.
“That’s not fair, you *cannot* tell Adam that! That’s so different! And it’s completely *fucked* up that you and Cassie were taping it! That’s sick!”
“Yeah, well, so is the fact that you let them cum all over your face like that.”
“Wow,” Evan raised his eyebrows, his chin perched on Summer’s shoulder as he continued squeezing her tits. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving under his grip. Now that her spat was winding down, he expected her to snap at him for groping her while she was engaged in a debate. But instead, she shocked him with her words.
“We’ll call it a truce, Natalia. As long as you let Evan fuck you.”
Evan’s eyebrows shot up so high his head practically hurt. “Excuse me?” both he and Natalia asked.
Glaring at her friend, Summer let out that triumphant *hmph* that Evan used to hate until now. “I *said*, why don’t we both forget the nasty things we saw. You won’t tell Bryce about my shit, and I won’t tell Adam about yours. As long as you take your clothes off right now and spread your slut pussy for Evan. Deal?”
Evan’s eye were wide and unblinking. His hands were still molded over Summer’s tits, but otherwise, he was motionless, waiting for the smoky brunette to give her answer. Peering at Evan, Natalie sneered. Then she trained her green eyes on Summer and let a smirk curl her pouty lips.
“Fine. But only if you’re part of it too, Sum.”
***
to be continued
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Good stuff. Looking forward to the next episode.
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Is the next chapter coming soon?