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 yours
elf.”
“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!”
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.