Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Her pride bristled at that—until his tongue did something that made her gasp against him.

Fine. Two could play this game. She angled her head and took him into her mouth, savoring the faint hiss he let out above her. The taste of him was clean but rich, the weight of him stretching her lips as she worked him deeper.

Lux groaned—a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. But the bastard didn't slow down, his tongue working her with maddening precision, alternating between deep, slow strokes and quick, flicking ones that made her toes curl.

She moaned around him—half frustration, half pleasure—and the vibration made his breath hitch.

"You keep doing that," he said, voice strained but amused, "and I might actually lose."

"Good," she muttered against him before sucking harder, her fingers wrapping around the base to work in rhythm.

His answering chuckle was short, cut off by a hiss as she grazed him with just enough teeth to make it interesting.

But then—then his fingers joined his mouth, slipping inside her with a slow, deliberate curl that made her entire body jolt. Her hips bucked without permission, her own mouth faltering on him for a moment before she forced herself back into focus.

He noticed. Of course he noticed.

"You're close," he murmured, smug as hell.

"No," she said quickly, though her voice betrayed her.

"Yes," he said simply, and then sucked on her just the way that made her nearly lose it.

Her pride screamed at her to hold out. Her body, however, was starting to tremble under him. Every muscle was tight, coiled, ready to snap, and every flick of his tongue or curl of his fingers was pushing her closer.

She tightened her grip on him, trying to force his focus to break, but instead he groaned—a deep, raw sound that told her he was enjoying every second of her struggle.

And damn it… she was, too.

His cock twitched in her hand, hot and solid, the weight of it pressing against her lips as she let her tongue drag along the underside, tasting the salt and heat of his precum. She wanted to think she was in control—Pride always did—but down below, his tongue was a different kind of devil entirely.

Lux wasn't just teasing anymore. He was relentless. Every flick of his tongue was calculated, dragging over her folds, dipping inside her before curling up, finding that spot—oh hell, that spot—that made her toes curl. And he didn't just touch it. He pressed, circled, then pulled back just enough to make her chase him, only to sink in again with a wicked, steady rhythm that had her hips bucking into his face.

Her pride screamed at her to stay composed. Her body didn't care.

She took him deeper instead, lips stretching around him, her throat opening as she pushed herself further down his length until her nose brushed the heat of his skin. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust.

But below—oh, below—he was getting wilder. His mouth sealed over her, sucking hard enough to make her vision blur, his tongue curling and pushing into her like he was tasting the very center of her. Every muscle in her thighs trembled, her nails digging into the firm planes of his hips, trying to anchor herself while the pleasure kept spiking higher.

Her pride whispered, 'Don't break first. Don't you dare.'

Her body whispered, 'Too late.'

It hit her like a wave, tearing the breath from her lungs as her back arched, a sound spilling from her throat that she would never admit to later.

It was raw, unguarded, and oh-so human—"F-f*ck…!"—as she came hard against his mouth.

She could feel him drinking her in, not stopping, not even slowing, his tongue still stroking inside her while his lips pulled every drop from her like he intended to wring her dry. Her hands clenched on him, her jaw going slack around his cock, and she knew—oh, she knew—he'd feel that as victory.

When she could finally breathe again, he pulled back just enough to speak, his mouth and chin glistening, his grin absolutely infuriating.

"I win," he said, voice low and smug.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Sira's pride roared back with a vengeance.

In one fluid motion, she pushed him onto his back and swung her leg over, straddling him before he could blink. His cock pressed between her legs now, the heat of it throbbing against her slick folds. She smirked down at him, though the aftershocks still trembled through her thighs.

"Not yet, you don't," she breathed, leaning forward so her hair brushed his chest, her nails dragging lightly over his stomach. "You want genuine? I'll give you genuine."

His hands found her hips, but he didn't stop her—no, he just looked up at her like he was already planning his counterstrike.

Her pride might have taken a hit, but the game? Oh, the game was still on. And if she had to ride him into the couch until he broke… then so be it.

Lux glanced up at her, already reading the shift in her body like a man counting cards. He knew exactly where this was headed, his voice low, edged with that warning-smirk combination that made her pulse skip.

"You just came," he said, his hands loose on her hips. "And this is your first time. You better—"

But before he could finish the sentence, she sank down on him in one sharp, unhesitating move.

It was like lightning.

Both of them groaned—his was more like a bitten-off curse, hers a long, unashamed moan that arched her spine and threw her head back.

Oh, hell. She'd been imagining what he felt like the second she'd gotten her hand on him earlier, but the reality? The reality was heat and thickness and the kind of deep stretch that made her toes curl in every dimension of pleasure.

Big. Hard. And nice. The kind of nice that wasn't gentle—it was decadent, shameless, the kind that could ruin a person for anyone else.