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Still on my elbows, I angle my right arm so that I can reach my breasts. I stroke them lightly and pinch my nipple through the fabric.

“You’re already wet,” he observes.

“I’m always wet when you’re around,” I reply.

“Touch yourself,” he commands.

I reach back and do as directed, taking pleasure in how slick my pussy feels, how fuckable. When my fingers glide over my clit there’s a buzz of pleasure in my pelvis. My breathing deepens.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” says Alistair. His cock is huge and rock-hard as he casually rubs and massages it. “So beautiful. Fucking you is better than anything else in the world.”

“What are you waiting for?” I ask.

CHAPTER 27

Slippery

ALISTAIR

Jesus H. Christ. Every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had disappears when I see Ivy like this, so ripe and ready for fucking. Ass in the air, slick pussy on show … damn. My cock is threatening to burst if I don’t plunge into her right now. I’m trying to play it cool, sitting back and taking my time, but all I want to do is destroy her pussy. I force myself to finish most of my drink, even though my cock is practically pulling me up from the chair to get to Ivy. It’s easy to forget that we’re on a plane. All I can think of, see, and smell is the sensual goddess that is Ivy Mickelson.

“I have to taste you,” I say.

“I don’t want anything but your hard cock inside me,” she says, still stroking herself.

“Too bad,” I say. “I think you’ve forgotten who the boss is here.”

Ivy squirms, swaying her ass and moaning. “I’m so ready, though. I want you now.”

“You’re going to have to wait,” I tell her. I wait till she is exactly where I want her on the table and click the remote to stop the top from revolving.

I take her hips in my hands and start licking her butt cheeks. Ivy moans again. I spend extra time licking the delicate skin on her inner thighs all around her pussy.

“Fu-uck,” she exhales. “So good.”

I stroke myself slowly as I take my time. I don’t want to rush this. Licking, sucking, biting her beautiful creamy skin.

“Please lick my pussy,” she says. “I can’t stand waiting anymore.”

I use the very tip of my tongue to touch her clit, then trail it up to her hole. I know my touch is too light, that it will just frustrate her. I wait for her frustration to build a little longer and then thrust my tongue right into her pussy. Ivy cries out and her legs shake. I broaden my tongue and lick her up and down, over her folds and clit and ramming it into her hole when I get to it.

“Fuck, Alistair,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”

I keep going, hearing her breathing catch over and over. I reach forward and massage her tits, making her moan louder. When I extend my tongue’s trail to her asshole, she stops breathing. I stop and smack her cheek with the back of my hand, connecting with her swollen labia. She cries out in surprise and pleasure.

“Keep breathing,” I tell her.

Panting, she nods.

I grab my glass and angle it just above her asshole, the tip of my tongue on her clit, and slowly begin pouring it down the crevice. Ivy squeals as the icy champagne trickles over her warm swollen lips and into my mouth. I catch as much as I can, drinking it in, lapping Ivy up.

“Fuck!” She starts bucking gently, and I realize she’s about to come. I grab the chilled bottle, accidentally knocking the wine cooler bucket over. The ice clatters dramatically when it hits the floor. I don’t care. I have the bottle. I pour some over Ivy’s back and she gasps, giggling, then I pour the rest over her asshole again, drinking it hungrily from her pussy as she moves against my tongue, moaning and grinding. Some of the golden liquid spills on the tabletop, making it slippery.

“Oh fuck, Alistair,” she whimpers. “Oh fuck.”

I know what that means. I discard the bottle and climb onto the table, not caring about anything but getting my cock deep into Ivy as soon as possible. I can’t wait any longer. I have to take her right now. I flip her over onto her back, spreading her arms and legs, making her a slippery starfish.

She flutters her eyelashes and opens her mouth wide, so I position myself so that I can get my dick in her mouth, get it nice and wet, and then I move down to push it into warm welcoming pussy. An inch already has us both gasping. Another inch, another, and then I drive all the way in. We both cry out. She’s so tight all the way around my straining cock it’s almost too intense, but as I start thrusting the intensity gives way to pure bliss. I growl and grab her jaw with one hand, squeezing her breast with the other. I massage her cheeks and pull her mouth open to kiss her. She greets me with her soft tongue, lips pink and glossy.

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