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“Look how gorgeous she looks on her knees for us,” Gabriel adds, his accent thickening with arousal. “Those lips were made to wrap around cock.”

Their words send electricity shooting through me as I lean forward and drag my tongue along Ford’s length, tasting the salt of his skin and the hint of soap from his morning shower. He groans deep in his throat, his fingers immediately tangling in my hair.

I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the way his whole body tenses with pleasure instead of anxiety now. He’s big—they all are—and I have to work to take him deeper, relaxing my throat as I slide my lips down his shaft.

“So good,” Ford breathes. “Your mouth is fucking perfect. Just like the rest of you.”

I can feel the plane starting to taxi, that subtle vibration through the floor that usually makes Ford break out in a cold sweat. But he seems focused on me now, his hips shifting slightly as I work him with my tongue.

“Fuck, she’s getting wet from this,” Gabriel observes, and I realize he’s moved to the seat directly behind me. “Look at those pretty, thick thighs pressed together. I can smell how turned on she is.”

Heat floods my cheeks at his crude observation, but it only makes me wetter. He’s not wrong. Sucking Ford’s cock while Gabriel and Hayden watch is definitely doing things to me.

I feel Gabriel’s expensive leather shoe slide between my legs from behind, the smooth material pressing against my clit through my leggings.

“Grind against it,” he commands, his voice dropping. “Ride my foot while you suck his cock like a good girl.”

The filthy words mixed with praise makes my pussy throb. I do as he says, rocking my hips against his foot as I continue working Ford with my mouth. The pressure against my clit through the layers of fabric is maddening—not quite enough, but just enough to keep me on edge and desperate.

“Fuck, look at her go,” Hayden groans, and I can hear the sound of a zipper. “She’s grinding against Gabriel like she’s in heat. Our dirty girl loves being used, doesn’t she?”

The plane starts to accelerate down the runway, and I feel Ford’s thighs tense beneath my hands. But when I glance up at him through my lashes, his eyes are closed in bliss, his mouth open as he pants with pleasure instead of fear.

I take him deeper, until his cock hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him. His hips jerk involuntarily, and he curses under his breath.

“Just like that,” he gasps. “Swallow my cock. Take all of it.”

We hit a patch of turbulence as we lift off, the plane shuddering slightly, and my teeth accidentally graze his sensitive skin. Ford stiffens, and for a moment I think I’ve reminded him we’re flying, but when I look up, his eyes are blazing with dark heat instead of panic.

“Bad girl.” He draws out the words, his voice low. “Did you just bite me?”

The tone of his voice makes my pussy clench with anticipation. Gabriel chuckles behind me, the sound rich and languid.

“I think our girl needs some punishment for that,” he says. “She’s been very naughty.”

A little squeak escapes my mouth at that. The idea of being ‘punished’ by them, here on this plane, has me practically squirming. “Yes,” I breathe, pulling off Ford’s cock with a wet pop. “I’ve been so bad.”

“Then come here,” Ford commands, his hands gripping my waist as he helps me up and guides me across his lap.

I find myself draped over his strong thighs, my ass in the air, at his mercy. Blood rushes to my head, and I shake the hair out of my face so that I can see past the curtain of red locks. Ford flips up my skirt and hooks his fingers in my leggings, pulling them down along with my panties. The cool air of the plane hits my bare skin, making me shiver. I’m exposed to all three of them now, and I can practically feel their hungry gazes sliding over my skin.

“Look how wet she is.” Hayden’s voice is thick. “Her pussy is soaked. She loved sucking your cock, didn’t she?”

“Count them,” Ford orders, and then his large palm connects with my ass in a sharp smack that echoes through the cabin.

The sting blooms across my skin, sending shockwaves straight to my pussy as pain and pleasure blur together.

“One,” I gasp, my voice breathy.

Hayden moves to sit beside us, and I feel his fingers slide between my legs to find my swollen clit. The contrast between the sting of Ford’s spanking and the soft circles Hayden traces makes me moan.

“Such a good girl,” Hayden murmurs. “Taking your punishment so well. You’re dripping all over my fingers.”

Ford’s hand comes down again, harder this time, and I cry out as pleasure and pain mingle in ways that shouldn’t feel this good. “Two!”

They continue like that—Ford’s large hand painting my ass with stinging slaps while Hayden works my clit with skillful fingers that know exactly how to touch me. Each spank sends jolts of sensation through my entire body, the pain transforming into ecstasy as Hayden’s touch builds the pressure inside me.

“Three! Four! Five!” I count breathlessly, my hips grinding against Hayden’s hand as I chase the building orgasm, whimpering as each slap pushes me down against his fingers.