Bound to Billionaires (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 2)

She was unable to hold back any longer. “Please, Scott. I can’t take much more.”

“Since you said ‘please,’ I think you’ve earned your reward.” Scott removed her panties. Then he lifted her legs until they were over his shoulders and his head was settled right between them. When his tongue traced through her folds, new moisture saturated her pussy.

More kisses landed on her. One after another. When she felt Scott’s thumb on her clit, she nearly came out of her seat. When he pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves, her hands, which had been clutching the armrests, shot up to his shoulders and neck. Mad with passion, she spread her legs even wider, wanting to feel everything Scott had to offer. Everything.

Over and over he licked and sucked and pressed her sex, raising her temperature, her hunger, her need for release. She trusted him to get her there.

When he pushed a finger into her pussy while capturing her clit with his lips, Megan thought she might actually pass out. Every inch of her body was vibrating with sensations. This was an orgasm—a real, bona fide, undeniable, overwhelming orgasm.

Scott continued lapping up her juices, and then he sent another finger deep into her pussy, which clenched hard around them, adding to the ride of release. She squeezed S

cott’s head with her thighs, pressing them together like a vise. She never wanted this to end, Scott’s mouth and fingers working over her sex in ways she’d never imagined.

She was finding it hard to breathe into the explosive pleasure detonating inside her.

“Drown me, baby. I want all your sweet cream.”

His lusty words added to the inferno she was feeling. It went on and on. In her current state of release, she had no sense of time or space. She floated in a warm space in her mind. Satiated, her trembles began to back down slightly.

If this was what oral sex was like, she couldn’t even imagine what intercourse would be. She was ready, ready to be taken, to give to Scott something she would never be able to give again.

Abruptly the plane shook, startling her. Scott leaned back but kept his hands on her thighs.

The pilot’s voice came over the speakers. “Sorry about that. It’s going to be bumpy the rest of the way. I’d recommend you fasten your seat belts.”

Scott smiled at her. He stood up, allowing her a perfect view of him. The outline of his massive cock was clearly visible in his jeans. She gulped at the size of the thing.

He clicked the intercom. “Thanks, Colton.” His naked chest glistened as he grabbed her top. “You enjoyed yourself?”

“Yes,” she said, suddenly nervous again. She enveloped her chest with her arms and lessened the view of her pussy as much as she could by squeezing her legs together. Her panties were at her feet and would’ve been better at covering her pussy, but she didn’t have the courage to reach down and pull them on—not with Scott’s hot stare on her.

She lowered her eyes to her knees, feeling the shivers again in her body.

“Look at me, Megan.”

Trembling, she lifted her gaze back to him.

“My God, you are so beautiful.” He leaned down and melded their mouths together once again. She felt one of his hands on the back of her head and the other on the curve in her waist, both pulling her closer into him.

Instinctively, she moved her arms off her breasts and to Scott. As her fingertips touched his hard flesh and he deepened his kiss, her heart surrendered to the man who had given her pleasure—her first sexual experience beyond masturbation. They might not have gone all the way, but it was farther down the road then she’d ever been, that was for sure.

Another shake of the plane, and he ended their kiss. “We better get in our seats, baby.” He knelt down and grabbed her panties. In a flash, he helped her on with them and the rest of her clothes.

He buckled her in, and then he put his shirt back on.

She’d been about to tell him the truth when the turbulence hit.

“You okay, Megan?” Scott asked so respectfully.

“Yes. Thank you.” She could tell him right now about her virginity. Right now. He opened his laptop up and began typing away, preparing for his meeting. “Scott?”

He looked up from the screen. “What is it?”

Right now?

She would tell him everything but not now. She just couldn’t. “Is there something I could be working on for you? I am your personal assistant, aren’t I?”

“Actually, I’m going to need your help on a charity event that Eric and I are sponsoring. It’s a citywide paintball game…”