Page 2 of Dirty Filthy Billionaire: Part 2

Weston circles back around to the front. He moves the chair closer to me, sits on the edge and looks me over. My pussy is so eager for him it’s practically throbbing. My heart pounds under his intense gaze.

His eyes inspect me like I’m a piece of art. He rubs his hand across my belly, and I suck in a gasp of air, the fire of his hand alone making me even wetter. He traces his hand across my stomach, over my hip and down the side of my thigh. I stand perfectly still, perfectly quiet. He leans forward and kisses my stomach, my ribs, my hips. He trails his tongue lightly across my skin, sending shivers through my body.

When he drops to his knees in front of me, my breath catches in my throat. I can’t look down at him directly—it’s all too much, too overwhelming. He takes my hips in both his hands and digs his fingers into me.

“Are you wet for me, Mia?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He runs his hand over my mound but goes no further.

“You’re wet just standing naked for me? What a horny girl you are.” He takes my hand and places it over me where his hand just was. “Do you ever play with yourself? Use your finger on yourself until you come?”

“No…”

“Oh, honey,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “I have a lot to teach you.”

He lets my hand fall by my side. He reaches behind him and drags the chair closer to his side, and then he begins kissing me again but more aggressively, holding my body close to his face.

“You’re so soft,” he mutters, his hands rubbing my naked ass while his tongue tastes my skin. The closer his mouth and face travel to my sex the wetter I feel, the more nervous I feel. His breath is hot on my skin, and when his mouth kisses my mound I feel my head spin.

He takes my knee and gently lifts and spreads my leg. He rests my foot, still in my high heels, on the chair beside him. My hand instinctively goes to cover myself up.

“Why would you do that?” Weston says. “Did I tell you to cover that beautiful pussy up? Come on, baby. Move your hands. Let me taste you.” He takes my wrists and moves them away, exposing me again. My knee is turning in, trying to minimize my exposure but Weston puts a stop to that too.

“I’m going to need to get some restraints for you,” he says. “Keep you under control. For now do you think I should tie you up?” He moves my hands behind my back and easily clasps them in one hand. He holds them tight, firm in his strong hands. “Tie your hands behind your back? Maybe tie your legs wide open so I can get a good long look at you?” With his free hand he strokes my soaked pussy with his fingers, and I have to concentrate on not making a sound. It feels like a release, finally having his hands on me, slipping in me. Suddenly I don’t care that I’m opened up before him.

“You’re soaked,” he says. “I knew you would be.” He slowly slides his finger in and out of me, and I can feel myself clenching around his finger. “I bet you taste so sweet. Keep these legs spread for me. I want to taste all of you.”

When his wet tongue touches my wet pussy, I feel like the world stops. I have never felt such heat and intensity in my life. He drags his tongue across me, and I hope I don’t disappoint him. He goes across me several times, each time ending with a firm lick on my nub. He buries his face in me sucks gently, then a bit harder on it, making my head spin like crazy. I’m not sure how I’m still standing, but I’ll do anything to keep this feeling going.

Weston pulls back and says, “This pussy needs so much attention.” He uses his finger to pump me hard. “You need to get fucked, young lady.” He continues to use his finger on me as his tongue works my clit, flicking over it with the same intensity as his finger inside.

I’m breathing harder and harder the more he gives me, little whimpers coming from deep inside me—I can’t help myself. I’ve never felt such pleasure in my entire life. All my senses are screaming for more; I’m trying to stay quiet but I want him so much, my body needs him more than air. My hips buck into his face and he goes deeper inside me, pressing his face closer to my cunt, his tongue working wonders on me. Soon I can’t help myself; I dig my hand into his hair, holding him tight as my body tenses. My pussy clenches and I want to cry out as my body explodes and I pump hard onto his mouth.

“Jesus,” I mutter once the delirious wave passes over me and my senses slowly come back into focus. Weston gently lowers my leg from the chair and I stand on my wobbly feet. He helps to hold me steady with one hand as the other pulls the chair back in front of me. Weston sits down in it, holding my hand as he looks up at me. He’s so beautiful, so sexy that I can’t believe this man just did that to my body.

“Just as I imagined,” he says, and crudely wipes his hand across his mouth. “So sweet. So sexy. Now.” He leans back slightly in the chair. “Are you ready to return the favor?”

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