Page 16 of Keeping The Virgin

Eagerly I stroke my hand under his shaft, and he pulls in a breath between his teeth. His intense gaze encourages me, more darkness whirling there, joined by a yearning so powerful that all I can do is respond to it.

I run my palm under him, his cock getting stiffer by the moment. I’m so fascinated by his dick that when I lean forward to lick his tip, it seems the most natural thing in the world to do.

He groans his approval, then mutters, “Now do more of that, baby.”

I do as he says, experimentally running my tongue around him and tasting a slight saltiness. I love the firm feel of him, the unfamiliar sensation of doing something that I’ve only fantasized about, and before I know it, I’m swirling my tongue up and down his cock, slowly at first, then with increasing gusto.

His hand is in my hair, and when I look up to take a breath, his gaze is utterly lost.

For a moment, the power I have over him swamps me, but I’m too dizzy to think much about that. I’m all body and no brains, and I start laving him again, sucking and giving him head as if I actually know what I’m doing.

He makes a guttural sound as he fists his hand in my hair. It’s primal, tortured, and it keeps me going, taking him in my mouth and sucking him faster and faster—

When he comes, I swallow up the juices until I can’t take any more. Then after he’s spent, I back away, feeling his cum slip down my throat as I wipe him from my lips, his gaze going entirely wild.

“Now it’s your turn,” he growls. “I want to taste your sweet pussy.”

He surges out of his chair and scoops me up, bringing me back to my own chair with raw ferocity.

Now he’s really out of control, that darkness in his gaze getting me so hot that I can barely stand it. He kneels and pushes up the skirt of my dress, then rips off my panties, tossing them aside. Before I can take in another breath, he hooks my legs over his shoulders and pulls my hips to him.

When he kisses my pussy—a kiss that’s fevered and so, so dirty—I gasp. He keeps going, sucking, ravishing, using his tongue to lap up the cream from every bit of me. I grip the sides of the chair, stifling a scream. He devours me mercilessly, circling my clit with his tongue until my hips are churning. I spread my legs wider for him, hanging them off the sides of the chair, asking for more, always more…

A tense pressure starts pushing at me from the inside out. It starts to roll around in my belly like a heavy stone creating waves that grow and grow as he uses his fingers to part my pussy lips. When he delves into me with his tongue, I can’t hold back. I moan loudly, just as I did yesterday, but with more desperation now.

There’s a part of me that’s still afraid the plane’s crew will walk in on us. But there’s a bigger part of me that doesn’t give a shit as he tongue-fucks me, adding his fingers to the naughty play, massaging my clit at the same time, driving me crazy, crazier…

Something big and wet and wonderful explodes inside of me, and it feels as if I’m splashing everywhere—inside and outside. I cry out some more, loud and nasty, no matter who might hear it.

But that’s not all—Cage is intent on completely breaking me down, sucking on my clit now, and helplessly I come again for him again, jerking, gushing with heat, pulling at his hair.

It’s as if the power goes out in me, my mind going black for a flash. Absolute darkness. An eternal second of blankness.

Slowly, I gain my senses again, but then my mind scrambles until, with yet another wet burst, I suck in a deep breath, everything in me rattling, destroying me, then dying.

I open my eyes, and my surroundings solidify, coming together. I exhale, long and hard.

While my breathing and heartbeat slow down from the wild ride I was just on, I realize that Cage has been watching my free fall as if he can’t get enough of what just happened either.

As if there’s a deep feeling there—one that stuns me.

It’s only when I start to blush furiously at the fact that he’s still between my cream-wet thighs and that I’m still entirely spread out for him that reality sets in.

He owns me, and not only because he paid for me.

By now his expression is different. There’s something…off…about it. Where he should be warm and intimate, he’s distant, cool, hard-edged.

It makes me think I never did see what I saw in him.

Without a word, he adjusts my body until I’m sitting, and he tugs down my dress so that it covers me. Then he stands. He turns his back as he silently puts himself back in his trousers. The sound of his zipper cuts through the tense air.

What’s with him? It’s as if he can’t handle the closeness that just passed between us.

He goes back to his seat and picks up the phone from the table next to him. He doesn’t look at me.

“I’ll be making a few calls,” he says tightly. “Then I need to get some sleep for the rest of the flight.”

His words slam into me. I think I’m being dismissed.

After a numb moment, I uneasily stand, feeling the slickness that still moistens my pussy. I bend down to pick up my panties and clutch them.

Then, without a word, I walk the path of rejection to the back of the plane toward the bedroom, knowing I won’t see Cage for the rest of the flight.

I might as well try to make up for the sleep I didn’t get last night. Might as well hide back there and try to figure out what just happened.

In the end, I get about as much sleep there as I did back in Miami.

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