And he does with the undeniable bulge that just pressed into my thigh.
Like I said, the man has been limitless with the ideas of wanting to fuck me every chance we get. If this is the life I’m about to embark on, I need more dresses.
And underwear.
“There’s a crew on board,” I breathe, receiving another rough kiss that has my brain barely able to register the reality around us.
“Two pilots that stay in the cockpit,” he divulges. “And a stewardess who leaves us alone unless we need something. There are no interruptions when I have my wife on a private jet all to myself. I’ve thought of everything, Daydream.”
“Really? You thought you were going to get lucky on the flight, too?”
Bobby’s hand trails around my leg and down between the stretched space that’s currently straddling his body. “I can think of other things I can do besides fuck you. I haven’t tasted you yet.”
I smile because it does seem like something that hasn’t been in this lifetime; it’s been so long. “What kind of fucking are we talking here?”
He doesn’t stutter or hesitate when he says, “You fucking me.” He licks at my lips, coaxing me to come back to his idea of what we’re going to be spending our time doing. “Consider it my payment for the private flight.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Any way I want?”
That earns me another growl from his chest while his fingers skate teasingly around my cunt, tracing the outline of my panties but not where I want him the most. “You have full control over me, Meirna. Always.”
With my newly given power, I revel in the thought of how I could listen to this man lose control underneath me and maybe feel what he does when he has me against a wall or writhing beneath this body.
It feels formidable and, honestly, could get highly addictive.
“Then why is your cock still in your pants?”
I’ve never seen the man move so fast in my life.Not for his avocado toast or when his favorite football team, the New York Jets, play.
He’s unapologetically eager as he undoes the belt at his slacks, still dressed up like he’s going on a business trip, which I endlessly teased him about this morning on our way to the airport.
I feel the small jerk of his boxers, and I don’t need any more hints on where we’re at.
He’s ready.
Pulling my panties to the side, I adjust my body so I can position over him, then I slowly sink right onto his thick cock that deliciously stretches and fills every nerve cell in my body to satisfaction.
Bobby’s hands are back on me; one on my hips and the other laces through my hair. He allows me to slowly ride him, adapting to his size and the position of how deep he could go if I spread my legs wider.
The gentle kneading of my hip sparks me on, taking him the way my body allows before I spread my thighs and earn more of his exemplary cock.
Handsome.
Supportive.
And emotionally mine.
There isn’t anything else I could want now or later. Bobby has been so much more than what I thought he could become to me. When I looked him up, the first word that came to mind through my internet search was playboy.
That almost got me not to message him altogether.
But I dug deeper, finding some trouble with the law—police raids through a few parties, finding too much weed in his car after getting pulled over—then nothing.
Nothing but charity work, fundraisers, and working with his father.
Gone was the young man who got in trouble and experienced his mid-twenties like any normal person could, and I havehim.
Not once has Bobby ever given me a reason to suspect he’s someone other than what he offers me.
