Page 4 of Off Season

He leans over and whispers into my ear. “Just relax. Spread your legs a little bit more.” As soon as I do, his finger slides into me. Deep into me. “An orgasm at takeoff should cure you. I can give you something Bailey can’t.”

I tilt my head back as he begins to establish a rhythm with two fingers now inside me and his palm rubbing against my clit.

I’m gripping the armrest for dear life. My stomach is clenching, and my toes are curling.

Taking deep breaths, I look over at him, into his blue eyes. They normally sparkle with mischief, but right now his heated gaze is so damn erotic. And obvious. I’m definitely the better actor of the two of us. But I can’t deny that I love how into this he is.

He’s slow and methodical in his movements. He’s practically massaging my insides with his expert precision. I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers.

“You won’t come until I say it’s time. But when I do, come right away.”

Damn it, I love when he gets bossy in bed. I laughed the first time he ordered me to come, thinking he was insane, but my greedy whore body obeys like a well-trained service dog. In fairness, his body obeys my command as well.

I think I feel us moving, but I’m not sure because I’m being finger-fucked in a plane of over three hundred people, and I can’t really focus on anything else around me.

I can both feel and hear how wet I am. This is crazy hot.

His lips brush over my ear. His hot breath gives me shivers as he asks, “Are you ready to let go?”

I can only manage a nod, fearful that anything I say will come out in a loud moan.

“Imagine it’s my sausage in there. Fucking your pink velvet sausage wallet the way you like it.”

I manage to grit out, “But I kind of prefer just the tip of your sausage. You know how strongly I feel that just the tip is such an underrated sex move.”

“Fine, then imagine it’s my sausage link.”

I let out a laugh, but he bites my earlobe, quickly bringing me back into the moment. And then he goes and curls his fingers in the exact spot he’s learned so well. I’m officially a goner.

He commands, “Come. Now.”

I squeeze my eyes shut to try to keep myself from shaking or yelling out as an electric current blissfully runs through my entire body, and I come all over his hand.

I take a few long breaths and blink my eyes open. Immediately looking out the window, I see that we’re in the air. Above the clouds. “Holy shit. You’re a fucking genius. Orgasm therapy. You should patent that shit, Dr. Gonzales.”

He smiles and winks. “Happy to be of service, ma’am. Be sure to tell your sister that I’m now the king of Kam control.”

“Ha! Kam control. As if.”

About four hoursand one hand job later, we land in Texas. I text my sister that orgasm therapy will now be my go-to method of overcoming my fear of flying. She texts back that I’ll have to find someone besides her to do it.

We Uber to his parents’ house. It’s more modest than I would have thought, considering the fact that Cheetah makes millions of dollars each year. As if reading my mind, he says, “They won’t let me buy them a nicer home. I’ve offered thousands of times, but they’re proud, and they’ve lived here for over forty years. We settled on me paying off their mortgage so at least they’re debt-free.”

They’re humble. I immediately know I’ll like them.

He carries our bags to the front door. He looks a little uncharacteristically nervous. Maybe it’s because I’m not Latina and we’re faking being in a real relationship. All his siblings married within their ethnicity.

He sets the bags down and has a sheepish look on his face. After pulling something out of his pocket, he grabs my left hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses it. “Thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

I smile. “My pleasure. You’re a good guy, kitten. I’d do anything for you.”

“I’m glad you feel that way because—”

Before he can finish his sentence, the door begins to open. He hurriedly shoves something onto my ring finger. I look down and notice a giant diamond ring encircling it.

My eyes widen in shock, but he simply throws his arm around me as a woman comes into view.

“Hola, Mamá. Te presento a mi prometida, Kamryn Hart.”Hi Mom. Meet my fiancée, Kamryn Hart.

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