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The blush hit her cheeks as she smiled. “Yes, sir.” She reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. It was already hard, and there was a tiny pearl at the tip which the quickly licked.
“That’s right, my greedy little girl, already going for it. Show me how you worship it.” She fixed her eyes on mine and then kiss
ed its head. Then she trailed her tongue down it nice and slow, licking the veiny flesh and stroking it near the base. “That’s a good girl. Your mouth is so fucking hot. Kiss me.” She rose up, and I leaned forward. Our lips met, my tongue darting inside her mouth against hers, mingling with intent.
I pushed her back down to her knees. “Place it on your tongue.”
She looked down at my cock and placed it on her tongue, keeping her mouth open.
“I’ve been gentle with you so far, haven’t I?”
She nodded, my cock responding with a twitch.
“Do you remember what you did?” She nodded. It made me so hot thinking she’d touched herself, that she’d been so worked up that she couldn’t help it.
“You were a greedy little slut, weren’t you?” She nodded again. “Mm. Show me how greedy you can be.” I let my eyes fall down to my cock as a suggestion, and she closed her mouth on me and began to suck.
She stroked me and sucked in a nice steady rhythm, and I waited for her to take me deeper and get adjusted so I could show her what rough was. Then I slipped my hands behind her head and gripped her hair. She kept puffing, and once she caught her breath and took me deep, I pulled her mouth down all the way on me, my hearty cock slipping down into her throat, causing her to gag. She spasmed and struggled, but I waited until her eyes watered before pulling her away.
I stood and jerked her up, and she grinned at me, knowing that she was about to get it good. “Wipe that smile off your face, and bend over. I need to show you what happens to bad little girls.”
She leaned over into the chair and held on as I got behind her. I thrust my cock into her sopping pussy with one hard thrust, and she cried out so loud I thought the pilot might make an emergency landing. I covered her mouth and leaned down to her ear. “Don’t scream. Be a good girl and take it.” She nodded, and I snaked my arm around her and rubbed her clit, my other hand pulling on the braids in her hair. She moaned and whimpered, and her begging was the hottest sound ever.
I pulled back my hips and began to drive into her, faster and faster, until she was screaming into my hand while the other steadily worked her clit. She lost her balance and stumbled forward, but I pulled her back close, fucking that wet slit so hard until we were clapping against one another. I gripped her hair and pulled it, not slowing at all until she’d come so much she’d all but collapsed beneath me. I pulled out of her and turned her to face me, pushing her down roughly, and she fell to her knees. “Open up.” She closed her eyes, and I gripped her cheeks as I pushed my cock onto her tongue and shot hot streams of cum into her mouth. When I pulled away, she swallowed, and I leaned down and kissed her mouth.
“You’re going to be a good girl now, huh?”
But she shook her head. “Not if that’s what I get for being bad.”
I pulled her into my lap and kissed her as we continued on our flight, and I knew that I’d already grown too close to her to back down now.
CHAPTER TWELVE - CARRIE
We’d had an amazing time on the plane and in Paris, and on the way back, I realized it felt like another date. Not only that, but as much as I’d hoped not to fall for him, I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t ever spent this kind of time with anyone before, and he was so easy to talk to. He’d even gotten a little rougher with me and that had made me feel like a woman, like I wasn’t some delicate little girl, even though he’d been scolding.
We’d made it back in time to greet Nate when he arrived two hours after our return, and though I wished we’d had that time alone, it was nice to see someone from home, as if I’d been in a fantasy and it had brought me back to reality.
Chance had arranged for a late dinner, and I was starving, so we sat down to dine in the large dining hall. The intimate table in the kitchen had been a small bistro style set with two chairs, but this was a massive table that stretched at least twenty feet across the room with chairs that were so large I could barely pull mine forward. Chance had helped me, and as he pushed me forward, Nate had given us a strange look.
“You two seem to be getting along. Are you enjoying your time here, Carrie?” He glanced at Chance who gave him what seemed like a warning glare, and I shifted uncomfortably in my cushioned seat.
“Yes, it’s been a wonderful time, actually.”
He grinned at his friend and Chance quickly filled the silence with conversation. “We’ve spent some time in the gallery across the way. Carrie is an artist, and I told her about my mother.” That seemed to surprise Nate, but he kept his mouth busy with food instead of more chatter, at least until the silence stretched on too long for his comfort.
“So, about that but of business,” Nate said, but Chance held up his hand to cut him off.
“Not now. We’ll talk after I’ve enjoyed my dinner.”
“Yes, sir.” Nate’s sarcastic tone earned an ugly look from Chance, and after a moment the tension in the room grew too heavy for me.
“May I be excused?” I realized I’d asked for permission and wished I could kick my own ass.
Chance smiled up at Nate who looked equally amused. “Of course,” said Chance who pushed back his chair and helped me out of the confines of mine. I got to my feet and he leaned close, his mouth next to my ear. “That’s going to cost you,” he whispered roughly.
I nodded almost imperceptibly, a jolt speeding right to my core, and hurried out to leave the two free to talk business. I wandered the house, my curiosity getting the best of me. I thought back to my “punishment” on the plane, and was almost glad I’d broken another rule at dinner. The more I thought about what the consequences might be, the wetter I became.
I studied the paintings in the rest of the house and found the library. I studied the painting of the young boy who I would have sworn was Chance as a child playing in the rain and splashing in a puddle. I sat on the comfortable lounger and flipped through an old entomology book. I had always loved insects and thought they were fascinating creatures. I was nearly asleep when two voices from a room nearby roused me. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but something caught my ear.
