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Chapter 13
Sydney
I woke up in Owen’s bed, exhausted, but warm and relaxed. Sunlight was filling the room, and through the cracked open window I felt light breeze. Seagulls were screaming over crashing waves, and for a brief moment I forgot where I was, expecting to find myself in a hotel room of some resort.
Reality was much better. Owen’s master bedroom was the biggest I had ever seen, with more paintings on its walls and odd sculptures in the corners. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall with tall speakers on either side of it. The bed itself seemed to be as big as my room back home!
How in the hell did I get so lucky?
I turned, and saw Owen still asleep, his body half-covered by a bedsheet. I considered sneaking downstairs, because I was thirsty, and letting him sleep a little longer, but the sight of his body turned me on. I would die of thirst before leaving his naked body in bed without getting some first.
I put my hand under the sheet and gently grabbed his cock. I felt it twitch in response. He opened one eye and yawned groggily.
“Ready to go this morning, are we?”
“Only if you are.”
“Baby, I’m always ready.”
He was right, his cock was already hardening in my hand. I climbed on top of him, still kissing his face, and he slipped into me. Deep and strong. I moaned and bit my lip. He held me tight, one hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my back. I felt his fingers squeezing my skin, and I loved it.
I moved back and forth, not getting enough. I wanted it deeper, longer.
Finally, we rolled over, and he was on top of me, moving inside me, his lips on my neck. I dug into his back, scratching it, moving together with him, watching him sweat, my body tense and pulsing. I held onto his biceps, as he went slower and deeper with each thrust, making me feel every inch of his cock.
Fuck he was huge!
It felt so good.
He slowed down and leaned in to kiss my neck. His stubble tickled me, in the best way possible. His hand was on my breast, playing with my nipple. I wanted more. I held onto his neck as he kissed my chest, and my breasts. He reached down then, his strong hand sliding down my belly.
His fingers found my clit and began rubbing it gently, up and down. He certainly knew what he was doing. I moaned from pleasure and moved with him, feeling him thrusting with passion and force, and his fingers were getting me closer and closer to sweet climax.
I came first, almost screaming, my body shuddering, as he kept fucking me, harder, making me come again.
“I want your cum…” I whispered into his ear.
He didn’t reply, he only slowed down a little.
I pushed him back, and reached down. I took his cock in my hand, and stroked it, watching Owen close his eyes. His hands were holding my legs up, fingers squeezing my thighs. My hand moved back and forth, until he came on my breasts.
“Fuck Sydney!”
His body shuddered the way mine had just moments before. He grunted and leaned forward. I took his face and kissed it, my other hand still stroking his cock.
“You get what you paid for,” I whispered against his lips.
He took a shower, alone this time while I laid in bed listening to the ocean’s sounds.
“I’m making you breakfast,” he said, with just a towel wrapped around his hips.
“Sounds good to me.”
I threw on my bathrobe, and joined him in the ki
tchen, where he was making pancakes. I climbed onto a chair at the counter and watched him.
“We’re out of whipped cream, but there’s plenty of maple syrup,” he said. “And we have some raspberries left over from yesterday.”
