2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

“I bought you, and unless you protest, I’d like to see what I paid for. All of it.” His eyes traveled up and down my body.

Oh. My. God. I

Sex wasn’t a must, it wasn’t supposed to be. But what if I wanted it to? Sex with a millionaire, practically a stranger. No strings attached. It made it that much more exciting.

“And if I do, protest that is.”

“We won’t take off, I’ll let you go home, end of arrangement.”

I looked into his steely blue eyes. Who was I kidding? I was in a private plane with a sexy millionaire going to some undisclosed location. And he was right, he paid for me. In a way that turned me on even more.

To hell with that. I needed a release, and Owen was the perfect kind.

“I don’t want this to end,” I admitted as I kicked off my shoes and stood.

My hands trailed down my body, the dress hugging every curve.

“So gorgeous.” He stood up unzippered my dress, slowly pulling it off of me. Then he turned me around, his fingertips playing on my skin.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this! But I didn’t care.

It just felt so good.

He stopped for a moment to take my whole body in, drinking in every line and curve of it, and I felt sexier than ever. I took my breast in one hand and stroked it slowly as I gauged his reaction.

“Jesus,” he gritted out and fisted his hands, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re such a tease.”

I lowered my other hand and pressed it against my swollen mound, moving my fingers all over my clit.

“Sydney.” He growled and pushed me onto a chair. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to see you come.”

“Owen...” I moaned, surprised and delighted with his request.

He removed all his clothes and sat in one of the chairs, his eyes following me closely. I came to the edge and separated my legs, massaging my pussy.

“Put your heels on the edge and separate your legs wider.”

I did what he’d told me to do, completely exposing my mound to him. I watched him as I rubbed my clit, building tension in me quickly, and moaned when the pleasure grew stronger. He was jerking his cock, his eyes glued to my pussy, and it was too sexy masturbating like this for him. My heart was thumping loud in my ears, and blood rushed through my veins when the pressure started approaching its bursting point.

“Put your fingers inside your tight pussy and fuck yourself.”

“Ah...”

I writhed on the oversized chair, quick to obey him. When I inserted two digits into my dripping wet passage, I convulsed hard around them, my walls embracing my fingers greedily. I was so hungry for this intrusion, increasing my speed as the juices gushed out of me.

He was jerking fast, our moans traveling through the air as one, and I was about to come so hard.

“I’m coming, Owen.”

He stood up and crossed the room in two strides, kneeling in between my legs. I came with a scream, and my juices overflew from me. He lowered his head just as I took my fingers out, convulsing hard when the intense pleasure swallowed me, and started collecting my juices with his tongue.

“Owen!” I cried out, feeling too sensitive, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he latched onto my pulsating flesh, licking it like he was starving. “Owen! No...” I tried to move his head away, but he grabbed my hands and pressed them against the chair, continuing to pleasure me.

Soon all discomfort turned into ecstasy, increasing with each flick of his tongue, and when he sucked my clit into his warm mouth, I was in heaven. I let him eat me out, burning from the new-found pleasure.

He was rough, bringing me to the edge with the quick work of his tongue and mouth. I soaked his whole face, my wetness constantly leaking out, and the pleasure became too much. It had been too long since I had sex like this. Though I couldn’t remember a time I had ever touched myself in front of someone else.

“Ah! Owen! I’ll come! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” I pressed my pussy against his face, grinding like crazy, and just several seconds separated me from a huge orgasm... “Just like that... Yes!”