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I wrap my hand around the base, stroking him long and slow. He hisses a breath at my touch. My lip twitches with a smile.
“Remind me why I put that fucking ring on your finger.”
Challenge accepted, Mr. Duke.
I take his cock into my mouth, inch by inch. But I must be going too slowly, for Alexander forces my head down on his length. My throat stretches around him, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m spluttering for air, but his hold on me doesn’t give.
“You can breathe when you’ve made me cum.”
I suck in a painful breath through my nose, but it doesn’t do much. There’s burning in my chest to match the one in my throat, and it takes me a few seconds to find a good rhythm. Twisting my hands along his shaft, I suck him steadily.
Swirling my tongue as I go up and down, I tighten my lips around him. A strangled groan leaves him, and my eyes flutter open to see that he’s completely overtaken by the sensations I’m giving him. His eyes are hooded, his jaw slack and he’s looking at me the way I like—almost all the anger from earlier has melted away.
This spurs me on, desire tangling inside me, my own arousal turning white-hot. I move one hand to rest on his hip, running my fingertips along the hard muscle. I pick up the pace, eliciting more moans from him.
Alexander’s breathing grows shallow.
He’s close.
I close my eyes, losing myself to the moment—his cock filling my throat and slick with my saliva, his hot wet flesh beneath my fingertips, the ridged head of his cock rubbing against the roof of my mouth with each thrust, my pussy clenching with anticipation of where this will all lead, the silent threat of the nozzle pressed against the side of my head.
I wantmore.
Moving my hand from his hip, I pull myself up further on to my knees, sliding my finger through my wet folds to the bundle of nerves by my entrance. Rubbing in frantic circles to match the pace of Alexander’s thrusts into my mouth, reality starts to slip away from me.
All that matters is the heat coiling in my belly, the pleasure electrifying each second, the wet sounds of sex and desire echoing in the room. My mind empties, and I’m freewheeling through a scorching void of ecstacy.
I’m so close.
A knock on the door shatters my trance.
My eyes snap open.
“Mr. Duke, we’re ready for takeoff,” a feminine voice sounds from the other side of the door. It’s one of the stewardesses.
Alexander blinks languidly, obviously discontent with being forced back to reality too. He looks down at me, completely ignoring the interruption.
“Don’t fucking stop.” His voice is a hoarse whisper.
If I didn’t have his cock down my throat, there would be a smile on my lips—I love to see just how much I affect him. I nod and start sucking him off again.
I close my eyes, falling back into the whirlwind of want.
My jaw starts to hurt but I keep going. When Alexander’s length shudders in my mouth and he gives out a guttural groan, I feel like I’ve earned a reward. Hot spurts of cum fill my mouth, and I swallow it all. The warmth gliding down my throat is the last bit of sensation I need for my own orgasm.
The tremor of release spreads up from my belly to my fingertips, but it fades quickly. It leaves me empty, hungry for him to fill me with his cock. I open my eyes again just as Alexander starts running his hand through the hair by the nape of my neck.
I lean into his touch.
He mutters something to himself—I’m not sure what. The darkness from earlier has dissipated a little, the tenderness of our shared orgasm breaking through the haze that held him captive.
Alex stares down at me, his eyes filled with longing and something else—is it sadness? He puts pressure on the gun pressed against my temple. I almost forgot it was there. His grip on it tightens, and for a second horror freezes my blood because I think he’s going to pull the trigger.
But he pulls it away and flips open the barrel.
“Empty,” he says, showing it to me. “It was empty.”
TWO
