Page 37 of Owned By a Billionaire

I threw down more crumpled notes.

Wiggling her fingers, she gestured for more.

Hankering to see her naked all over, I gave her everything I had.

She popped the notes in her handbag. “Why aren’t you in the suburbs fucking your wife?”

“I don’t live in the suburbs. And I don’t have a wife.”

A lie. But this was a game. I was no longer a man trying to rewrite his life, but someone anonymous.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“What name would you like?” She wore a provocative grin that only added to her carnal appeal. She dripped with sex. Smelled of it. And I needed a taste.

“Druscilla.”

She laughed. Although it was more of a dark chuckle, this was the closest to lightness she’d gotten. “It’s ugly.”

“What about Suadela?”

“Complicated.”

“Like you,” I said. “She’s a mythological Roman seductress.” I took her hand and drew her close. “Enough talk.” I tugged her skirt until it ended up at her feet.

As her heavily kohled eyes held mine, she allowed me to remove her top. Her large, naked breasts tumbled out, and my pants tightened.

I bit at her nipples gently and teased them. Clutching her ass, I knelt so that her pussy touched my mouth. She tried to pull away, but this time, I held tight and ravaged her.

Her musky, dark scent did things to me that sent an aching need down to my cock. I needed to feel all of her.

Her angst. Her mystery. Her hunger.

Her convulsing body soon unleashed an addictive flavor all over my tongue. She leaned against me, and I felt her racing heart beat against my body, then she removed herself from my hold and stood before the window, gloriously naked for all to see.

This was her thing, I sensed. For me, voyeurism only added to this erotic adventure.

I removed my trousers and lowered my briefs, my penis throbbing with anticipation as bodily lubrication dripped from the head. I rubbed my cock against her warm ass while running my hands over her tits. She softened slightly, her breath stuttering as I fingered her.

Her wet, warm pussy felt ready and willing, and her head fell back. But then her body went rigid, and she pushed me away.

“What’s the problem?”

Her eyes were on my dick as I held it in readiness, teasing me as she ran her tongue over her lips. Then she poured herself a drink before returning her attention to my hard dick.

This was a game.

Her game. Not mine anymore.

I walked over to this woman of little words and put her glass down. Then I grabbed her roughly.

And she finally smiled.

Yes. I knew what she wanted.

It wasn’t my thing. I was a pacifist. Hated anything vaguely violent, especially around women, but she made me crazy for her.

I pushed her against the wall by the window so anyone from the street could see us. Although she struggled, I held her there with her arms up high against the window.

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