2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

I screamed and thrashed against the chair, my body filling with the most delicious pleasure that overcame all my senses.

“Damn. You’re so wet. So perfect.”

He grabbed a condom out of his wallet and put it on him, already back in between my legs. He grabbed my ass and pulled it closer to the edge, and I placed my feet on the carpet. He stroked my mound with the head of his engorged cock, and it was too good. I needed him inside of me.

He circled around my entrance, building another wave of tension in me, and finally plunged inside, burying himself deeply.

“Owen!”

I arched my back on the chair and squeezed my breasts, screaming in pure pleasure. He grabbed my waist and moved my body, setting the fast tempo from the start. He was drilling into me, creating the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt, and I was losing myself completely. I couldn’t stop screaming, feeling as if my limbs were turning into a mush and I couldn’t control them anymore.

“You feel great, Sydney. I can’t stop thinking about you. At the club you were driving me crazy,” he gritted out, his breathing labored.

His pounding became stronger, ripping my pussy apart, and I was going to come again any moment...

“Yes! Oh Owen, this feels amazing! Please, don’t stop...”

He brought my ass up, entering me at an angle that sent him even deeper into me, and my orgasm exploded in me, the pleasure drowning me.

“Damn. You’re so good. So good... I’m cumming, baby.”

He accelerated again, furiously pounding me until he abruptly stopped. A loud groan escaped his lips as he ejaculated, his cock twitching inside of me with each spurt of his sperm.

He fell on top of me, caging me with his arms, and kissed me. He was a great kisser, sending all my nerves on fire with just a kiss, and my heart swelled with some unusual emotion. I hugged him, keeping him close to me as we tried to catch our breaths.

Chapter 11

Owen

I offered Sydney my hand and helped her down out of the plane.

The landing strip we were standing on was located on a hill that overlooked a tropical island. The island was green, with tall palms and a white beach surrounding a good portion of it. There was a car waiting for us, a Mercedes coupe that was my favorite to drive while I was on the island. I waited for her reaction, but she just quietly looked over everything.

“What is this place?” she finally whispered.

“A little piece of heaven.”

“But…”

“I

bought it a few years ago, this business needed an asset, so I chose this.” I had bought this island in the Pacific shortly after Lawson had left the firm and our business had recovered. It was terraformed and equipped with top of the line tech, so there were all the comfort and technology you could wish for, while it still being a fine getaway spot for a few days. It was peaceful and quiet, with very little wildlife. I hadn’t been here in at least a year, but other members of the firm came fairly often. Which was good, it was meant to be used.

I watched Sydney walk away from the plane and to the edge of the tarmac. She said, “I do love it.”

“Good. We can stay as long as you want.”

She didn’t reply, but I felt that preposition made her feel uncomfortable. Thinking it had something to do with the auction, I took her hand. “Hey, this isn’t about the money for me, do you understand? Sure this is a business arrangement of sorts, but I didn’t bring you here for that. I brought you here to get to know you better.”

And to run away, but she didn’t need to know that. The blackmail photo of the District Attorney was still burning a hole through my pocket. I had already sent it to Baxter, he would take care of it. One simple call and that whole issue would be dealt with.

“I’d like that, too, Owen.”

“Let’s go then.”

I led her to the car, and then doubled back to get some food from the plane. The stewardess handed me a picnic basket and a bottle of wine.

“Enjoy your stay, sir.”