Page 13 of Owned By a Billionaire

He slanted his head toward a pink chaise longue where his wife was pleasuring one of the female guests.

“She’s pretty happy there, I think.”

“Doesn’t she get jealous?”

His head jerked back as though I’d asked something silly, like whether his wife liked creamy cakes. “My wife introduced me to this scene. This is all of her making.” His hand swept the room, filled with gyrating naked bodies. “I just go along with it. It’s fun though.” He flashed that sexy grin as his finger again investigated my cleavage. “Especially when someone like you arrives.”

I removed his hand, despite wanting so much more. My resolve to remain dressed and untouched was evaporating by the second.

“You don’t mind her being with another man?”

He shook his head. “She’s into women. As you can see. We’re a fluid lot.”

“And you like men too?” I don’t know why I felt the urge to ask that, although AIDS was something that did concern me.

As though reading my mind, he said, “I’ve had a recent test since our last get-together. We all do. It’s a prerequisite to partaking. And in answer to your question, no. I have lots of gay friends and respect them like brothers, but I’m into pussies. And I would love to taste yours.”

“But I haven’t been tested.” I found it hard to talk without sounding breathless, especially with his suggestive gaze traveling over my body.

“I would risk my life for a night with you.”

“Now you’re being melodramatic.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled, despite my cheeks warming.

“Come on. Let me show you the house.”

As I followed him, admiring the décor was the furthest thing from my mind and his too as his arms encircled me.

Drawing me tight against his tall, firm body, Gregory kissed me, his soft, warm lips moving slowly and sensually over mine and teasing my suddenly ravenous libido.

I broke away for air. “I thought this was against the rules.”

“I make the rules.” He pushed me against the wall, and his mouth crushed mine.

As I surrendered to a haze of need, he removed my blouse and fondled my breasts, moaning as he palmed my spiked nipples.

He gazed at me. “Where the fuck have you come from? You’re fucking gorgeous.”

When he lowered his briefs, his engorged, erect penis emerged, the veins popping and making the throb between my legs intensify.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked, walking his finger up my thigh.

“I want you inside me,” I said breathlessly.

He removed my skirt, then slid down my panties. His lips were on my clit before my next breath, and as I opened up for him, I nearly burst a vein coming all over his lapping tongue.

“My Lord, look at you. So fucking hot.” He slapped my bum. “And curvy. You’ll make a lot of men happy with this ass.”

I pulled away suddenly. It was like he’d thrown ice on a fire. “I’m better than that.”

He drew me back into his arms just as quickly. “Needless to say. But you’re also irresistibly desirable, and I want to fuck you until you’re screaming for me to stop.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” But despite that sudden cooldown, I was burning for him by this point.

He chuckled and pushed me gently onto the silk-covered bed.

The burning stretch as he thrust into me was so intense the hairs on my arm spiked and my eyes watered. I arched my back, needing every inch to take me to that special place.

“Wet, tight little cunt. My god. You could become my addiction, you beautiful girl.”

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