Page 74 of Passenger Princess

‘“So fucking worth it.

“Exactly.”

He walks with me, leaving the little entryway to the living area before setting my feet on the ground. His hand pushes one strap of my dress down, and it falls easily with the low back. He then does the same with the other side, the entire front of my dress falling to my waist, revealing my breasts to him.

He groans, a sound that comes deep from his chest, and I watch this giant man fall to his knees, one hand moving to cup my breast and bring it to his mouth, the other moving to the fabric stuck around my waist. His lips suck on my nipple, his tongue rounding the point as he tugs with no patience on my dress.

“Zipper,” I say in a moan, my hand moving to the back of his head to hold him at the source of the deep pleasure I’m experiencing. “In the back.”

His hand moves, trying to find where it is, his mouth nipping at my nipple. Finally, he grips the zip, tugging until the entirety of my dress is pooling around my feet.

“Even these have little bows for a sweet little princess, don’t they?” he says, fingers grazing over the tiny bow at the front of my thong with the back of his hand before grazing down, a phantom of a brush over my already swollen clit through the fabric, then down further, my hips bucking to get more. Then his fingertips trail back up, starting at my center. “God, you’re soaked, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

I nod, looking down at him, and somehow, I feel both completely at his mercy and fully in control at this moment, a queen being worshiped by her loyal subject.

Holding my eyes, he dips down, pressing his mouth over my panties, licking over my clit and as he does, he groans loudly, like he’s getting more pleasure out of this than I am. My nails scratch at his head, pressing to get more of whatever he’ll give me.

His hands move up the sides of my thighs before his thumbs hook into the waistband of my thong. Dragging the panties down my legs, he stops halfway, then moves my legs apart, forcing the underwear to pull tight, a constraint that cuts into my skin and sets my skin ablaze.

Finally, one thick finger slides through my parted sex featherlight.

“Jaime,” I breathe, watching his finger circle my clit, knowing he’s looking at my face as he does, taking in my every minute reaction.

“Do you know how long I've waited to hear you say my name just like that?” he says low, then slides a finger into me with a low moan, enjoying this just as much as I am. “Fuck, Princess.” The finger slides out, the low lighting in the hotel bouncing off my wetness before he slides it in again. “How long I’ve wanted to finger this tight pussy, play with your pretty tits?” His fingers leave me,and I groan at the loss as his hands lift, spreading wetness over my nipples, cupping the weight of my breast in his hands. “How long I’ve waited to taste you?” He leans in, sucking my nipple into his mouth and licking me off of my skin. The groan that rips through him vibrates along my skin as he laves my nipple, getting every drop before releasing me.

“Yeah, I need to eat that,” he says as if to himself, standing before pulling my panties all the way down and lifting my naked body, walking ten feet to the couch with my legs around him as he takes my lips again with his. When his tongue slides in my mouth, I taste myself there, mixed with the distinct taste of Jaime, and it sends a new rush of wetness between my legs.

Setting me on the couch, he shifts to his knees in front of me.

"Spread those pretty legs of yours,” he says. And I do as he asks, sitting at the edge of the couch, legs wide as I can. His hands go to the insides of my thighs, pushing to part me further.

“Wider." His voice is a deep growl now. “I need room to play."

And then he does.

His wide tongue runs along me from my entrance to my clit, sucking and forcing me to buck my hips before he looks up at me. "Even better than I imagined, Ava. And I’ve imagined what you'd taste like a fuck of a lot."

"Oh my god." I look down at him, my jaw slack, and my eyes hooded. “I need more. Your fingers,” I moan. “Please. I need to be full.”

I don’t have to ask a second time as he groans at my words, his eyes locking on mine, and two fingers slide in. He starts to fuck me with them, sliding in and out, curling them exactly how I need, going the perfect speed as his mouth returns to my clit.

I lean back on my hands, looking down my body at him, at this man on his knees for me, eating me like his only wish on this earth is to make me come on his tongue. Never in my life have I felt so powerful or so wanted as I do with this man moaning into my pussy while he eats me out.

My orgasm builds in my stomach, big and hot and growing as hegroans into my pussy. My hips move, bucking to get more, to get there faster, before his free hand moves, gripping my thigh and pushing my legs wider like he instructed.

“I’m going to come, Jaime!” I shout as the slight pain of the stretch of my hip tugs me over, feeling it wash over me as my orgasm explodes. His fingers slam deep, stroking me as I come on his tongue, shouting his name.

The orgasm expands, doubling when he moans into me and when I see his hand working his cock through his unbuttoned slacks, like the pleasure of eating my pussy was too much to bear.

As I slowly come back to myself, he licks me clean, kissing my clit and the sides of my thighs before he stands, sliding his pants and underwear down, his long, thick cock bobbing before my face as he does. Then his hands move to his shirt, unbuttoning and sliding both his jacket and button down to the ground as I watch, my body still humming.

“You're always so mouthy with me; let’s put it to good use. Open up, baby.”

My entire body heats with the command because that’s exactly what it is: a command to open my mouth so he can fuck it. When I do, he fists himself, tugging once, twice, and making me mewl at the visual before twining my hair around his fist and using his leverage to guide my mouth to his cock.

I look up at him as he slides in, so I get to see his mouth drop open, his eyes rolling back as he hits the back of my throat, using a tug on my hair to pull me back, then push forward again, drawing a moan from him as he looks down at me.

He’s fucking my face.

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