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Prologue
"All I want," he murmurs between kisses, "is to hear you ask. Like a good girl.”
My mind becomes a blur, every thought consumed by the pleasure he's giving me - and withholding in equal measure.
The teasing becomes unbearable, the need for release is overwhelming.
"Please," I whisper, my voice a desperate plea.
A satisfied hum emanates from his throat as his fingers resume their mastery.
He effortlessly lifts me, his touch gentle yet confident, as his hand expertly works its way up my dress and into my panties.
His fingers begin to work pure magic, as if they were playing an instrument with skill. The pleasure begins to build between my legs, becoming more and more unbearable.
With growing anticipation, he walks me into a tiny private room at the back of the jet with just an empty bed, shuts the door behind him and drops me onto the silk sheets, never once freeing his touch from my folds.
He pumps his hands, scissoring his fingers to stroke my walls and I moan in pleasure as he growls and proceeds to bury his face between my legs.
He works his tongue with skill as I steadily ascend my way over the edge of bliss.
I grip his hair gently, holding him against me, rubbing my slit against his tongue as he delicately savors my flesh with gentle, rhythmic motions.
“I could devour you, baby. You taste so fucking good.” He slips his fingers down and against my ass, pushing against the back entrance as he tongues the front.
The crescendo of sensations builds within me.
When the wave crashes, I shatter, gripping him tightly, my body convulsing with the intense pleasure he grants me.
The aftermath of my release has me in a state of euphoria, my breathing still heavy, my skin flushed. But as the sensations begin to wane, an insatiable hunger grows stronger.
I want more of him, all of him.
I wanted… no needed to feel his bulging cock inside; throbbing my channel and taking me to the edge of passion and beyond.
He stood, leaving me with my panties pushed to the side, and my dress hiked up over my hips.
“I need you inside of me, now,” I command, my voice firm, looking directly into his eyes.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by my assertive tone. But the spark in his gaze tells me he finds my boldness incredibly alluring.
"Bossy, are we?" he teases, but the smirk on his face reveals just how much he enjoys it.
Without breaking eye contact, I raise myself up and begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, every muscle defined. He mimics my movements, his fingers deftly undoing the clasps of my dress.
A smirk plays on his lips as he takes in my body, his gaze intense and full of desire.
“Fuck, you are so damn beautiful.”
We continue our dance of undressing, each layer discarded heightening the tension between us. The world outside this tiny room inside his jet fades away, leaving only the two of us and the electric charge that pulses between us.
He waits for me to strip off his pants, which I do with great pleasure.
I can't help but admire the sight before me.
This man is a work of fucking art—strong, defined, and irresistibly masculine.
My gaze flits down to his manhood, standing tall and proud.
