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Archer
The holy grail is spread bare before me, and I watch the dark lust-filled clouds in Willow's eyes dance in question. Questions are resting at the tip of her tongue, but she stays quiet. She leans her head back confidently, lifting her chin as she spreads her legs wider. I can’t help but admire. I’ve wanted this moment for so goddamn long I can almost taste it, but I’m a man who follows the rules because each rule has its place for a reason. My restraint would be nonexistent if it were my rules, but this rule was hers, and I will do everything in my power to make her feel respected. In my world, respect is everything, and Willow is a queen among petty princess debutants. It hasn’t left my mind that she’s from the same world, and still, she’s become vibrant and independent. Powerful and dangerous, but on her own terms, not fighting for a title like I am.
Her skin is warm and smooth as I hold her knees open, and she continues to stare at me in confusion. My expression never changes as I lean back in my seat and lick my lips, daring her to continue.
“I want you to touch yourself, Willow. Pet that pretty pussy of yours and pretend it’s me.”
Her smile is back and amplified. My queen likes when I talk dirty to her. Never a woman to take orders, I watch in amazement as her hand moves slowly from the armrest, and instead of covering herself, she pulls the skirt of her dress up higher. Beautiful works of art dot her thighs, and I watch with apt attention as her two fingers slide against her visibly wet pussy. Her chin tips up with confidence, and she lets a small moan free as she watches my expression.
“Good girl,” I groan, fighting every instinct I have that’s begging me to tip my face down and taste her sweet arousal.
She licks those pouty lips and works her fingers up to her clit, where she moves in slow circles. Her hips move against her hand, but instead of looking pleased, she’s frustrated. This little show is going to be over too fast if I don’t give her more motivation. I reach for my belt buckle, and her eyes lock in on my crotch and the very clear tent I’m pushing out.
“Touch yourself for me,” she whispers.
“You want to see me, baby?”
“So fucking bad,” she whines.
Her momentum picks up at the thought, and when I release my straining erection, her tongue dips out and across her lush lips, making me picture what she might look like down in front of me on her knees.
Gripping my hands around my shaft, I stroke myself as she watches. Her moans get louder as she picks up speed.
“I want to be inside that sweet pussy, baby, but since I can’t, I want you to use your fingers and think of my dick inside you.”
Her pleasured sounds fill the cabin, and I meet her with vigorous speed, pumping my cock while holding one of her knees open. At the sight of her fingers disappearing inside her drenched core, I growl. It shines with her sweetness, and I hiss as she yells my name, not giving a fuck who hears her ecstasy. I’m so close, I grit my teeth, trying to savor the last of this beautiful moment.
When her head falls back, and she arches her back off the seat, she comes undone, screaming my name. The fact that she’s getting herself off to me sets my own orgasm off like a freight train. I come fast and hard all over her.
As we come down, I can’t help but stare at her. She’s so fucking gorgeous with her hair messy from the seat and her dress up to her tits. Fuck, I want her naked now. The need to claim this woman is so strong. I stand with my soft dick still out, a man on a mission.
“Paper. Now.”
“What?” She says, panting up at me, out of breath from her orgasm.
I don’t answer her. Instead, I walk around her to the fully stocked bar at the other end of the plane, coming back with a napkin.
“Re-amend section eight. Your words. Tell me exactly what you want and don’t want, and I’ll be that.”
I’ve never spoken such vulnerable words. Weak shit like that would destroy you in my world, but I would do anything for her, and I’m just now realizing it. I swallow the fears that try to stop me, and she snatches the outstretched napkin from my hand. Pulling a pen from her purse, she jots down something I can’t read and signs her name. I take a seat back in my recliner, still not bothering to cover myself. When she appears to be done, she sets the pen down but doesn’t give me the napkin.
“Done. Now, what are your plans for me, Mr. Alexander.”
“Tell me what’s on that napkin.” A command, not a question, but my feisty queen ignores what I say, and I watch in shock as she slides down the leather to the floor of the plane. My heart beats faster as she crawls to me.
“I would much rather show you what I want,” she says with mischief in her tone and crawls between my legs. I grip the armrests, controlling my instinct to take over.
I didn’t bother to clean up, and to my utter pleasure, Willow takes one look at my come-covered cock and licks me up like a damn ice cream cone. She swirls her tongue around my head, and I growl down at her as she slips me inside her mouth, those bewitching eyes staring at me with intent.
Her head bobs, and her moans ripple through my groan. She’s going to drain me dry, and I won’t allow it. After she takes me to the back of her throat, my hips begin to buck, and I know I can’t handle her on her knees. Her pop of my cock is audible as I pull her up onto my lap. She wraps her legs around me easily, and the warmth of her breath calls to me as I take her by the nape of her hair and pull her mouth to mine. My other hand roams up her painted thighs as my tongue claims hers in a battle for power, dragging the fabric of her dress up to her hips. I grab a handful of her luscious ass, and she instantly bucks, grinding her bare, wet pussy across my hard cock.
“I need you inside me now,” she whispers her forceful demand across my lips after breaking our kiss, and it only spurs me on more. My reply is a growl against her neck.
I push up enough to grab my wallet, and she helps push my pants to the floor. We fumble between kissing and trying to get the damn condom on. She nips at my neck, and I pull her back, bringing her mouth to mine. She deepens the kiss, taking control, hovering over me until I’m lined up at her entrance. I break the kiss and sit back to watch as I slowly disappear inside her. Our moans are loud, filling the small sitting area. I’m thankful no server was available. Not that anyone would have stopped me from impaling this queen, but I’m the only one who gets to see her like this. She may not know it yet, but she’s mine.
I growl again as her sharp teeth dig into my earlobe, and I buck up inside her. Her pleasured moans let me know I’m hitting her just right, and I jackrabbit hard and fast until she’s holding onto my shoulders so she doesn’t fall. I hold her ass as I thrust, and she lays her forehead on mine. The gesture is easy and trusting, she’s not fighting me but letting me be in control of her pleasure, and I savor it. Slowing down, I pump harder, and she joins my rhythm. I’m so deep, and before I know it, I’m on edge, holding back, needing her to come with me. I take one hand from her ass and slid it into her slickness, up to her clit, massaging quick circles.
“Make me come, Archer!”
Fuck yes. I roll my thumb faster as she rides my cock, impaling herself and taking me deeper than I thought possible. I watch her, mesmerized. Her head falls back, hair brushing my knees, and she screams my name. Her pussy squeezes around me, and as she shakes with climax, I explode so hard my vision goes blurry. I keep my finger going but slow it down as she slowly comes to a stop on top of me. She collapses against my chest, and I embrace her, squeezing her body against mine. I bury my face in her sweaty neck with no regret. Several moments pass, and we hold each other, still connected with my dick inside her. It’s intimate and should freak me the fuck out, but I’m too bewitched by my tattooed goddess. I’m more fearful of when we part.
