Part Three

A 1969 Ford Mustang pulled up outside of Grayson Global that evening for the Redwater City Fashion Week Launch Party. Peter stepped out of the driver's seat and handed the keys to the valet before walking over to the passenger side to get escort Adrianna out.

Dressed in a designer red dress that showcased her cleavage, Peter took his adoptive sister's arm in his as the paparazzi flashed their cameras at the pair as they stepped onto the red carpet. Adrianna immediately became the centre of attention as some of the paparazzi wolf-whistled and shouted questions at the pair.

After staying for the cameras for a few minutes, Peter and Adrianna made their way inside the building where they were immediately greeted by a number of guests including board members, company employees, designers, photographers and many of the models who worked at the company.

A social butterfly, Adrianna immediately disappeared into the crowd, socialising with everyone who approached. Peter, as someone who hated being at the centre of attention, was happy that they focused on her and instead used the opportunity to get some drinks from one of the waiters.

Finding his adoptive sister a few minutes later sitting on a leather couch with two Russian blondes, one sitting next to her and the other, a supermodel Peter recognised sat on the couch opposite her.

The one next Adrianna was a stunning beauty with blonde hair, crystal-blue eyes and an hourglass figure with medium-sized breasts and a toned ass leaned closer to Adrianna, laughing at whatever joke his adoptive sister told her.

"Peter Grayson," The second blonde who was slightly shorter than the first with ice-blue eyes, pale skin and medium-sized breasts and a curvy ass and equally long legs shown off by her cocktail dress. "Long time, no see."

“Katya,” Peter said looking over at the second blonde, Katya Morozov who took a sip of her drink.

"You two know each other?" Adrianna asked, as she looked over from the woman that she was talking to, a model Peter knew from her nude photoshoots with the company, Vanya Sharapova.

"Not as well as we'd like," Katya murmured as Peter sat down next to her on the couch. "Peter was present during my shoot in Greece. Came with your mother if I remember correctly. For a sixteen year old he had a lot of balls to flirt with me back then,"

"And yet I'm pretty sure you flirted right back." Peter snorted.

"Maybe," Katya admitted. "But you weren’t old enough to do anything about it then."

"Don’t encourage him," Adrianna said as she rolled her eyes at the pair and plucked the champagne flute from Vanya's hand. "His ego’s inflated enough already."

"And what about yours?" Vanya asked, her voice low.

"Oh, mine’s a lost cause," Adrianna said with a smirk as she flicked her hair over one shoulder.

"You look you could do with another drink," Katya murmured to Peter as she called over one of the severs.

Across from them, Vanya and Adrianna’s conversation turned to a debate over silk versus lace as they began to talk more about Fashion Week, the pair getting far too close Peter noted as the argument heated between them.

Peter barely registered the conversation instead focusing on Katya as he took in the stunning blonde and the cleavage that was being shown off by her cocktail dress.

"You’re staring," Katya teased.

"Wasn’t that the whole point of this game you’re playing," Peter countered.

"Tell me," Katya murmured. "You still saw in person a sight only a rare few men have ever seen at that shoot in Greece. Do you still think about that?"

"Sometimes,” Peter admitted. “But I was younger then, stupider then. I should have known someone like you would never entertain the idea of someone like me."

"Oh," Katya laughed. "I entertained plenty of ideas. Just not where your mother could see." Katya admitted as she leaned closer to him.

It was as she did so and her hand went low, Peter noticed from the corner of his eyes that the couch opposite them where Adrianna and Vanya had been sitting was now empty and he quickly pulled slightly away from Katya to look for the pair but saw no sight of them nearby.

"Problem?" Katya wondered.

“Just give me a second,” Peter said, getting up from the couch and heading towards one of the hallways, unsure of where his sister might be but knew there were plenty of rooms in the building if she did want privacy.

Walking down the hallway, Peter heard sounds coming from one of the offices and opened the door slightly to see Adrianna against the desk, Vanya’s hair tangled in her hands, the model’s dress pooled at her feet as the blonde lapped away at the redhead’s pussy.

"Told you silk was overrated," Adrianna gasped as Peter watched his sister clearly unaware of her brother watching her and instead focused on the Russian beauty with her.

"Let your sister have her fun,” Peter heard a voice over his shoulder and he looked behind him to see Katya standing there. “We can have some of our own,"

Letting Katya drag him backward into the hallway, her hands already working the buttons of his shirt before the door of the opposite to the one Adrianna had chosen closed behind them.

Immediately as soon as the door closed behind them, Peter kissed Katya, the pair making quick work of removing each other’s clothes as Peter brought Katya to the desk, breaking their kiss to stare at the stunning blonde, remembering the first time he saw her in person in Greece, posing nude and remembering the feeling and the desires he had for her back then, he wasted no more time and stepped close to her, closing the gap between them.

“Ohhh… fuckkk… yeah…” Peter groaned, relishing the heavenly feeling of being buried deep within the tight confines of her welcoming pussy.

“So biiig…” Katya groaned as she was bent over on all fours across the desk.

“So tiiight,” Peter murmured as he took her ass into his hands and thrust into her.

Katya giggled while glancing back at Peter over her shoulder, her blue eyes sparkling as she tossed her long blonde hair to the other side as Peter started thrusting into her.

Peter reached around to slide his fingers and cupped her firm breasts as handholds while he leaned in and nibbled her neck and up her cheek at the same time until Katya turned her face to meet Peter’s for a tongue-filled kiss.

Breaking this kiss, Peter brought his hand to her shoulders, yanking back on them to guide Katya’s sway forward and back to meet his thrusts, causing Katya to arch her back and tossed her hair as Peter repeatedly drilled deep into her depths.

“Oh! Fuck! Me!” Katya cried. “Fuck! Fuck! Me!”

“Fffuuuccckkk yyyeeeaaahhh…” Peter growled.

“So! Fucking! Deep!” Katya howled. “So! Fucking! Deep! Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!”

Peter thrust forward one final time and then stopped himself, feeling that he was getting a little too close to cumming. Taking a break, Peter bent forward to kiss her ear and then released her shoulders, pausing to catch his breath. Rather than hold herself on all fours, Katya let her arms buckle as she went facedown on the desk. Then she turned to give Peter a picture-perfect over-the-shoulder smile, causing Peter to pull out and flip her onto her back and spread her legs for him.

Peter slid his cock back into her warm and welcoming folds as she cooed into his ear as he fucked her. Thrusting into her, Katya wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck and pulled his face down to hers for a sweet kiss. Katya wrapped her long legs around the back of Peter’s neck and the pair of them humped away until finally Katya erupted as her orgasm washed over her, causing Katya to drop her legs off Peter’s shoulders and push for Peter to get up. Peter quickly stood back and let her grab onto his cock with both hands, double-stroking his shaft while parking her face right in front of his pulsing cock.

“Oh, Katya!” Peter grunted. “Oh, Katya! Katya! Katya!”

Katya shrieked with excitement as Peter covered her face with ropes after ropes of his cum, painting her forehead and then each cheek before pumping out the remnants across her face. As Peter took a step back to recover, Katya popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked on the digits with a smile plastered on her face.

"Worth the wait?" Katya asked as she stood up and grabbed some tissues from the desk to clean her face while he got redressed.

“Totally,” Peter admitted, plucking her panties off the floor and quickly pocket them as she turned away from him to clean herself up.