Page 84 of Passenger Princess

"Tell me what you need, Ava. I'm here to serve you. Anything you need, it's yours." I crook a finger inside her, her hips bucking as I do, her wetness dripping down my hand.

"I want your mouth," she says quietly, and I groan.

My thumb moves, grazing along her swollen clit. "Where do you want my mouth, baby? Here?" I add a third finger to her wet pussy, sliding them in and feeling her tight body stretch around me. "Or here." My thumb grazes her clit, and she yelps.

"There! Please, please," she begs.

I smile up at her, my thumb moving at a leisurely speed, my fingers sinking deep.

"Quiet, Ava, or everyone will know what a bad little princess you are, letting your bodyguard eat your sweet pussy when there's a room full of people right behind that door."

"Oh, god."

"That's what you want? Right?"

"Yes, yes," she pants, quietly now in a near panic. "Yes, make me come with your mouth."

She doesn't need to ask twice. My free hand moves to lift her leg and place it on my shoulder, leaving her wide open for me before sliding up her leg to her waist to keep her stable. Then I descend, sucking her clit into my mouth while my fingers fuck her. Her hand goes to my hair, tugging me closer, riding my face and fingers.

A fucking queen, taking what she wants.

"Jaime, Jaime, Jaime," she pants, her hips moving with each utterance of my name, her sharp nails digging into my scalp.

I look up at her as she stares down at me. I'd do anything to taste her cum on my tongue, my fingers moving faster now, deeper, crooking to graze her G-spot with each movement.

"Oh!" she yelps, trying to stay quiet as it builds, her pussy tightening on my fingers. "Just like that, just like that. Oh, god, you're going to make me come, Jaime."

I pull my mouth back, and she bemoans the loss, her hand moving on my head to push me closer again.

"Whose are you, Ava?"

She doesn't hesitate.

"I'm yours, Jaime. I'm yours.

"Fuck yeah, you are, Ava. Whose face are you going to come all over?"

"Yours, baby, only yours."

I groan loudly. "Fuck yeah, you are. And after I clean you up with my tongue, when I send you back out there with no panties on, you're going to feel how wet I made you and remember who owns this."

My finger crooks, and she moans.

"Yes, baby, Yes. It's yours."

I smile up at her, her eyes hooded, her lips parted, one hand off her tit, pinching her pink nipple before I move back to her clit, sucking hard. Her hand grips my hair almost painfully, and she rocks her hips on my face once, twice, three times before her entire body stiffens, her pussy tightening around my fingers, my name a quiet prayer on her lips. I continue to fuck her gently until her pussy lets my fingers go, my tongue cleaning her up before Istand.

"Now you?" she asks, eyes barely opened and chest still panting, and I shake my head, moving to right her breast in her bra and tugging her skirt. It's a bit too short to wear without underwear, ending just a few inches above her knees, but it's tight so it should be okay for another hour. Plus, that means on the car ride back, I can play with her pretty pussy until we get to the hotel.

"No, Princess," I say, a finger sliding over her lip to fix her lipstick. "I'm good now."

"Excuse me?" she says, a small smile on her lips.

"I'm good. I just needed to remind you who you belonged to. You make me crazy, you know."

"Yeah, I know," she says with a smile, and I shake my head.

"No more touching, Ava."

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