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Hey, playing hero can be fun. It would only make her want me more.
“Oh!” She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and shit, but my cock jerked to instant attention, practically bouncing off the clipboard.
Her tits shoved into my chest. Their points scraped over my hard pecs in the most perfect way. If she had been any other girl, I would’ve thought she had done it on purpose, but that wasn’t the case. Our delightful little princess was too innocent.
“I’m sorry,” Kate mumbled, red-faced and hot.
She panted a little and started to pull away. I let her go but not before she slipped her eyes down to my crotch and caught sight of my hard-on.
A gasp ensued.
Oh yeah pretty baby.
It’s all for you.
The girl turned wide eyes to me, before jerking her eyes away, cheeks hot. The air in the cabin practically vibrated from nerves.
But I was fine. My buddies were fine. Gunner and Hudson stared at her like she was their first and last meal wrapped up into one.
“You like what you see?” Gunner asked, his voice a low and growling tease.
“Oh my God.” I could hear the way her breath trembled in her throat, chest heaving a bit. “This plane is amazing!”
Oh yeah, pretty baby.
And just like before, it’s all for you.
Our beautiful girl stared at the luxurious interior. She was clearly impressed by the half a dozen seats all upholstered in premium white leather, the full kitchen, and the suite in the back.
Gunner had been back there earlier and left the door a little open. From where Kate was, she could see the bed, the expensive rug, and the light that burned bright in the room, illuminating it like a treasure at the end of a long tunnel—or hallway, in this case.
“Wow,” she stammered awkwardly. “This is amazing.”
“You better believe it, Kitty-Kat,” Gunner growled. “This is how you live from now on. Private planes. Good food. Fine champagne. It’s a helluva lifestyle.”
Interesting.
Normally, he didn’t give nicknames to any of the girls that we wanted to fuck. He doesn’t even use names, period. It’s generally “girl,” “chickie,” “chickadee,” or something else along those lines.
Yeah, pretty misogynistic.
But hey, my buddy’s bad with names.
So this was a turnaround. Not only did he remember our assistant, but Gunner had created something special for her.
And Hudson wasn’t about to be outdone.
“If you want to lie down, just go back and spread out,” Hudson drawled. “Relax. Make yourself comfortable.”
He sounded all sincere and shit, as if any “spreading out” she was going to do wouldn’t have us right there beside her—or on top of her, or inside her…
Fuck.
I had to stop thinking about what we were going to do to Kitty-Kat. She was the hottest chick we’d ever seen, hands down. The guys knew it, and so did my dick.
“For now, just chill here.” I gestured to one of the chairs. “Have a drink?”
The leather was white and soft, and it would have looked even better with her naked and spread out on top of it, legs wide and her pussy dripping wet for our hard shafts.
Aw shit.
I adjusted the thick meat in my jeans.
And slowly, Kate took a seat.
“Is there a stewardess?” she asked hesitantly, looking around. “A flight attendant of some sort?”
I chuckled at the same time as Gunner and Hudson.
“Isn’t that supposed to be you?” Hudson asked with a jerk of his chin her way.
“Oh!” She blinked around the plush cabin at us like a bolt of electricity just ran through that lovely body of hers. “Ah, yes. Helena asked me to study seatbelt safety guides and emergency landing brochures.” The girl was breathless and obviously nervous—just the way we liked our women. “I thought it was in case I had to fill in, or if we had a water landing.”
Water landing. Our girl knew all the terminology already.
“No, honey. You’re everything to us on this plane. Stewardess. Nut warmer. Whatever.” I grinned, making my smirk extra wicked.
“Oh okay,” she stammered. But then consternation crossed that pretty face and she jumped up, ready to give her speech. “First of all, please remain seated—”
We laughed and the roars filled the plane. Her cheeks flushed nice and red as she stared at all of us, confused. The poor girl didn’t realize that we were just playing around. None of us wanted to hear the stewardess song and dance. We just wanted her.
“Sit down, Kitty-Kat,” Gunner rumbled. “They’re just fucking with you.”
“Besides,” I said. “We’ve been on a fuck ton of flights. As much as I appreciate your eagerness to get started—” and damn if she didn’t look ready to point to all the exits and offer us all the in-flight service, “—you don’t need to do any kind of speech.”
Unless the chick was going to present that gorgeous fat ass of hers for us to fuck. That was a presentation I’d welcome.
