Isabel was trying to understand.... There was really nothing much to it, she wanted to understand why her Sister left.

They had grown up with their parents abandoning them and her shouldering the whole thing.

Those were the really rough days, but every single time... They had each other and they pulled through.

Why... why did she leave? Why did she choose to leave her behind after everything Isabel had done for the both of them? Was it money? Isabel doubted so.

The Merrett industries belonged to her.

Sure, her Husband had some shares in it, but at the end of the day, she was the major owner... She dealt with all of the deals and everything, and compared to Langford Industries, her own company gapped that one by Billions upon billions so...

’Why?’ Isabel thought as she gritted her teeth, the muscles in her jaw ticking under her smooth skin.

The only thing she could think about was dick... Was the dick that good that her younger sister had abandoned her whole comfortable life behind to go have children for a man who let his other wife die?

She had two children, so naturally she was well-versed in the matters of sex, but there was nothing special about it.

It was just a biological function.

Unless there was and she was missing it... so Isabel resorted to the only other option; To see what she could get from the man’s son who was sitting next to her.

"Huh?" Wren asked with his blue eyes widening as his brain struggled to process the blunt highly explicit demand in the quiet penthouse.

Isabel didn’t flinch.

She kept her brown eyes locked directly onto his face.

"I won’t repeat myself," Isabel said. "Take your dick out. I want to see it."

Wren shifted backward on the padded leather massage table, the expensive material squeaking under his trousers as his hands reflexively moved to his lap.

"You’re Leah’s mo—"

Isabel gave him a razor-sharp freezing look.

The warmth she had displayed just seconds ago vanished, replaced by the ruthless boardroom stare that terrified corporate executives.

Wren’s words immediately died in his dry throat as he looked down at the damp fabric of the trousers that he wore.

’This is insane...’ Wren thought with his pulse beginning to thud against his ribs. ’I literally just walked in here to return a family locket, and now this rich woman is demanding I strip.’

He looked back up at her face.

She wasn’t backing down. Her chin was tilted up as if she was challenging him.

’Fine... I guess.’

Slowly, his fingers moved to his waistband.

He pulled down his damp trousers and the elastic of his wet boxers as well, pushing the fabric down his muscular thighs.

He exposed his bare lap to the cool air-conditioned air of the penthouse.

He revealed his dick to her, and resting against his thigh, it was pretty soft. The adrenaline, the confusion, and the sheer weirdness of the situation had drained the blood from his groin.

Isabel looked down at it.

She had fully expected it to be rigid, throbbing, and ready the moment she gave the order but when she saw it was soft and resting passively, a flash of pure annoyance crossed her pristine features.

"Make it hard..." she commanded, snapping her gaze back to his face.

Wren let out a harsh incredulous breath as he ran a hand through his messy hair.

"It doesn’t work like that. I’m not a machine. I have to actually be sexually aroused."

Isabel’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

That blunt factual statement genuinely hurt her pride. She was quite literally sitting in a thin white towel, her bare flawless shoulders exposed in a locked secluded luxury room with this young fit guy right next to her, and he wasn’t instantly aroused by her mere presence?

It stung.

Especially since whenever her and her Husband wanted to do it... he was always instantly hard the moment she gave him permission.

Isabel didn’t tolerate failure.

She reached her pale hands down to the tucked knot of her damp towel resting just above her cleavage then she gripped the white cotton and slowly pulled it apart.

The fabric fell away, revealing her big, full breasts to the open air.

The pale globes bounced a bit as the restraint vanished with the large dark pink nipples immediately tightening and peaking in the cool air-conditioning of the suite.

"It better get hard..." Isabel said and Wren swallowed hard with a thick lump forming in his throat.

He looked directly at them.

The undeniable visual of her massive flawless breasts combined with the reality of who she actually was, sent a violent electric shock straight to his nervous system.

Immediately, blood flooded south.

He began rising off his thigh.

The thick shaft swelled and expanded right before her eyes, gaining massive length and girth in mere seconds, making the powerful woman’s pride instantly return.

However, as it rose and stood completely upright, the thick, purple veins began popping all over the thick column of flesh and it cast a shadow against his lower stomach.

’My god,’ Isabel thought with her brown eyes widening a fraction as she stared at his lap. ’How big is that?’

She watched the thick head twitch violently in the air when, driven by curiosity, she brought her soft manicured hand forward to touch it.

Her palm wrapped around his thick girth and it was searing hot.

The heat radiated directly through her skin.

He was quite big down there... Almost exactly like the massive, absurd props used in those explicit porn videos that she had caught her younger sister secretly watching when she was younger.

It was genuinely hard to think that a size like this was natural, but she had done her ruthless background checks on him.

So far, there weren’t any medical reports available of him in the system, so he hadn’t gone to a highly expensive cosmetic Hospital in Bostara before... including for any kind of surgical enhancement for that. This was pure, genetic luck.

"You’re really big," Isabel whispered with her thumb brushing over a thick vein.

She tightened her grip and then began stroking with her soft hand.

She used the exact, methodical, up-and-down style that she always did for her Husband.

A firm grip in repetitive rhythm focusing purely on the friction against the shaft.

Wren groaned a bit at the initial contact with his hips twitching forward against the leather table as her soft skin slid over his hot flesh.

’There is nothing special about it...’ Isabel thought confidently as she continued stroking, maintaining her rigid pace. ’They are all exactly the same.’

However, as she continued for another long minute, the dynamic shifted.

Wren stopped reacting as his breathing leveled out, his hips stopped chasing her hand, and he just sat there staring out the window at the ocean with a blank expression.

This blatant lack of response prompted her to stop her hand.

She turned her head with a deep frown.

"What’s wrong?"

Wren looked down at her hand wrapped around his thick dick and he sighed.

"Your hands feel good, and you’re gorgeous, but I’m really not going to finish from just this."

A prominent blue vein physically popped on the side of the proud woman’s forehead.

"Huh?" Isabel snapped with her ego taking another massive direct hit.

But then she looked down at the blunt purple head of his cock.

He was right...

There was no slick pre-cum weeping from the slit, no violent throbbing, or anything like that... It physically felt like she wasn’t doing anything to him at all. Her standard technique was failing miserably.

She gritted her teeth, refusing to be outdone by a teenager.

"Only this once..." Isabel muttered fiercely.

With that, the proud billionaire leaned her upper body down.

She shifted her weight, bringing her face directly over his lap making her massive bare breasts press down warmly against his muscular leg.

"I’ll just suck it..."

Isabel started slowly, parting her lips and taking just the broad sensitive head into her warm mouth.

Her brown eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise at how big it actually felt against her inner cheeks.

It stretched her lips uncomfortably wide and she pushed further down, swallowing more of his thick length, and then she slowly bobbed her head.

’It’s really big...’

She had a long tongue too so she used that, swirling the wet muscle fiercely around the sensitive ridge beneath the head.

SHLUCK!

The wet sloppy sound echoed loudly in the pristine quiet penthouse.

SMACK! SHLUCK!

She increased her pace, dropping all of her corporate dignity.

Isabe aggressively worked her jaw, bobbing her head up and down his thick shaft.

She sucked hard, creating a massive, tight vacuum that pulled the blood directly to the surface of his skin.

Wren’s head fell back against his broad shoulders.

"Haah..."

He groaned as his hands gripped the edges of the massage table so hard his knuckles turned stark white.

The wet heat of her mouth and the aggressive swirl of her long tongue were incredible.

’I can’t really believe it...’

Leah’s mother was bending over and sucking his dick... Just what kind of life was he living right now?

Wren forced his eyes open and looked down.

Due to her bent-over position, Isabel’s round, plump ass was right in full view, the thin white towel having ridden up to expose the smooth curve of her cheeks.

Driven by his instinct, Wren reached his large hand forward for it and he mapped the curve of her hip with his rough palm sliding over her soft skin.

However, the exact moment his finger brushed against the damp cleft between her legs, touching her slick pussy... the woman violently flinched.

"Mmgh!" Isabel muffled a gasp around his thick dick.

She instinctively moved her ass away, trying to escape his bold touch.

However, Wren was faster and much stronger.

He still managed to easily reach it and Wren soon found the soaking wet folds slick with her own unacknowledged arousal as his long thick finger seamlessly entered her tight pussy.

"Haah~"

Isabel let out a muffled vibrating groan directly on his dick.

The vocal vibration traveled straight down his sensitive shaft, making him twitch violently in her mouth but Wren didn’t stop.

He pushed his long finger deep into her wet insides channel.

"Haaaaaah~ Stawwwwp~"

Wren fingered her relentlessly. He curled his finger, aggressively hitting the swollen cluster of nerves inside her.

"Mmmmm~"

He made her incredibly wetter by the second with her thick juices thoroughly soaking his knuckles.

Despite the intense invasion, Isabel continued sucking.

Her jaw locked around his girth with her head bobbing frantically as she tried to maintain her dominant position as she moaned repeatedly.

However Wren was better.

He pulled his hand back a fraction and then used two thick fingers. Wren drove them deep inside her tight insides, spreading them apart to violently stretch out her sensitive insides.

"Mmmmmmmmm~~~"

Isabel groaned much louder as her bare legs began to tremble uncontrollably against the floorboards.

The intense stretching pressure inside her pussy combined with the massive dick filling her mouth short-circuited her brain as hot slick liquid began steadily dripping down her inner thighs.

’Stop... Stop... I feel it... Sto—’

Wren felt the violent tremors wracking her body. He pushed his two fingers as deep inside her as physically possible, hitting her insides.

The powerful woman’s tight insides violently clamped around his intruding fingers in a crushing spasm.

"HAAAAAAH~!"

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train and she forcefully removed her head from his wet dick with a loud pop as she threw her head back.

"Mmmh~ Haah~ Mmph~!" Isabel let out loud moans with her chest heaving violently.

She collapsed slightly, her forearms resting on his thighs as she took deep breaths.

Her pristine facade was entirely shattered.

She slowly lifted her head with her brown eyes looking hazy and looked up at him with a small furious glare.

"Why would y—"

He pushed inside.

"Haah~ I’m sensitive..." Isabel gasped, cutting herself off as her body betrayed her.

His two thick fingers were still buried deep inside her wet pussy, and every microscopic twitch of his knuckles made her entire body violently tremble.

She was the one who was supposed to be completely on top in this dynamic.

Isabel was supposed to be in control, extracting information and dominating the situation but now, kneeling between his legs, dripping wet and shivering from an orgasm she didn’t ask for, it felt exactly like he was the one holding all the power.

It made her fiercely grit her teeth.

She hadn’t even made him cum yet, and her jaw already ached a bit from the sheer size of him but even then, amidst the bruised ego and the physical exhaustion, a strange warm feeling was blooming deep in her lower stomach that she didn’t logically understand.

’Do I feel... happy?’ Isabel thought.

She wasn’t sure.

The satisfaction coursing through her veins was intoxicating, replacing the cold emptiness she usually felt in her sprawling mansion.

Regardless, the woman refused to let him win.

Isabel reached her trembling hand over to a nearby luxury bedside drawer built into the wall as she yanked the polished wood open, reaching in and pulled out a small, square packet of expensive ribbed condoms.

The woman slowly stood up, her legs shaking slightly as she locked her knees and as she rose, his fingers were forced to pull out of her tight channel.

POP!

His fingers were incredibly slick, coated in her thick warm juices while her tight insides were heavily dripping with a long string of clear fluid snapping between her folds as she now positioned herself directly in front of him.

"Don’t be flattered just because you managed to make me finish..." She said with her voice attempting to regain its cold edge, though she was still breathing hard.

She tore the foil wrapper open with her teeth and pulled out one lubricated condom.

Isabel stepped closer and stretched the latex ring directly around the blunt, purple head of his dick, inserting it into the rubber.

"It won’t happen agai—"

The condom stopped violently.

The latex ring stretched to its absolute physical limit just an inch past the head, the thick material digging painfully into his swollen flesh.

It hadn’t even covered him properly, refusing to roll down the massive veined shaft.

The woman swallowed...

This was the exact standard size that her Husband usually used, so they were the specific ones she had absentmindedly bought and stocked here in the penthouse out of pure habit.

’Oh... it’s too small?’