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“Oh, you’re so ready for me, Jessie,” I chuckle as I add a second finger and she grinds her hips onto them. As I pull them out again, they are thick with her cream and I can’t resist sucking them clean before I ease them back inside her. “You taste so fucking good, Angel,” I growl before I press the flat of my tongue against her opening and run it up to her clit. She shudders and bucks and begs me for more, but I keep taking my time. I finger fuck her slowly, drawing them in and out of her as I suck softly on her clit. Each time I push back inside her, she squeezes me, trying to pull me in deeper. Her cum is dripping down my fingers and onto my palm and I keep easing her to the edge of orgasm before bringing her back down.
“Conor, please let me come,” she groans and I take pity on her as I curl my fingers deep inside her, pressing down on her abdomen with my free hand before I flick my tongue over her clit as I suck harder.
“Oh, fuck! Conor!” She shouts my name as her orgasm tears through her body and she coats me in her slick juices. The sound of her wetness as I keep finger fucking her through it makes me feel like I’m on the edge myself.
When she finally stops shaking, I crawl up the bed and settle between her thighs. My cock is beyond weeping now as I press it against her. “Wrap your legs around me, Jessie,” I whisper and she does as she’s told. Completely submissive in my bed, even if she’s not when she’s out of it.
With my hands fisted in her hair, I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her so deeply that I can feel her moans of pleasure and relief rumble through me as I finally drive my cock inside her. She tries to break away but I keep her there, swallowing every single delicious sound she makes as I fuck her slowly.
This right here is everything I’ve ever wanted.
Chapter 5
Jessie
Looking up at the private jet as it sits on the runway I feel like I’ve entered an alternate universe. “This is actually your buddy’s plane?” I say to Shane as I stand there open mouthed.
“Yep.” He grins at me. “We thought about getting one for ourselves, but we don’t fly enough to get the use out of it, and Alejandro lets us use his if it’s free.”
“Wow! But imagine just being able to jump in your own plane and go anywhere you fancy, like the Bahamas?” I flash my eyebrows at him and he slides an arm around my waist.
“Flying to places where you will spend most of your time in nothing more than a string bikini might just change my mind, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear.
I shiver in anticipation at the thought, but the moment is ruined by Erin walking up behind us. “Shall we board?” she purrs as she sashays past in cream pants and a cashmere cardigan. Even dressed for travelling, she is the picture of elegance, while I’m dressed in skinny jeans, a tank top and a hooded sweatshirt.
Shane rolls his eyes, but he takes my hand and follows her to the steps of the plane. He looks effortlessly classy too. In dark jeans and a white polo shirt, he looks just as hot as he does in a suit. I wish that Erin wasn’t on this flight with us. No matter what Shane says, I can’t help feeling inferior whenever I’m around her. And I know that she hates me. Even when I try to be nice to her, she just looks down her perfectly shaped nose at me.
I hold onto Shane’s warm hand and remind myself that this is just an eight-hour flight, and after we land in Ireland, I’ll get him all to myself, and hopefully we’ll have to spend only a minimal amount of time in Erin’s company.
As we board the plane, Shane introduces me to the pilot and co-pilot, Theo and Andrew, who give me a quick tour of the cockpit because I have never seen one before. Shane comes with me while Erin rolls her eyes at my lack of culture and goes to take her seat. Theo is young for a pilot, or so he seems to me, given that I’ve never met one before. He is tall, dark, and handsome, while Andrew is slightly older and has sandy blonde hair. Both of them are charming and cute, but they have nothing on my Irish bodyguard who keeps his hand on my waist or my ass the whole time I’m in there. I can’t help but smile to myself because I love his possessive side.
As we walk into the cabin, I nearly bump into the stewardess. She is almost a carbon copy of Erin. Tall, blonde, skinny. “Jessie, this is Wendy,” Shane introduces her.
She smiles widely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says as she extends her hand.
“You too,” I smile back.
“This your first time flying?” she asks.
“No. I’ve flown coach a few times, but I’ve never left the States before and I’ve never been on a plane quite like this,” I look around at the spacious cabin which is tastefully decorated in cream leather, walnut and chrome.
“Yeah, this plane is quite something,” she giggles softly and I realize she is nothing like Erin. “If you could take your seats and I’ll be along to take your drinks order before we take off.”
“Thank you, Wendy,” Shane says.
“No problem, Mr. Ryan,” she purrs and I wonder if he has that effect on all women.
When we’re settled in our seats, which are as big as armchairs, Wendy comes back through. “Can I get you anything?” she asks.
“I’ll get a large Jameson on the rocks,” Shane says.
“Jessie?”
“Umm.” I shrug. “A Coke?” I don’t drink a lot and I get giddy enough flying without having alcohol too. My stomach grumbles loudly and Shane chuckles. I was too excited to have anything to eat before we left the house.
“Anything else?” Wendy smiles. “We’ll be serving a meal in a few hours, but we have snacks?”
“Cheetos?” I arch an eyebrow.
