Page 61 of Filthy Business
“Where are we going?”
“I’ll tell you after you’ve come at least twice.”
I opened my mouth, then promptly closed it. My thighs clenched under the soft throw draped over my lap. He’d planned this. Every detail. Right down to the throw.
“You’ve got that look,” he murmured, watching me with dark, hungry eyes.“That soft, flushed look you get when your cunt starts to throb.”
“Daddy,” I warned, shifting in my seat.
“Oh no, sweetheart. That’s not how this flight’s going to go.” He loosened his tie, sliding it off with slow precision.“Get up and come here.”
I hesitated half a second too long.
“I said get up.”
My pussy clenched. Hard.
I stood.
He turned his seat slightly and patted his thigh.“Climb up and straddle me. This jet has one rule. My cock is in you during take-off.”
“That’s a very specific aviation policy,” I said, breathless as I stepped between his legs.
“Trentham Air. We like to provide premium service.”
My thighs were soaked before I even sank down into his lap, guided by those strong, greedy hands. He kissed me like he hadn’t in weeks, tongue stroking deep as his hand slid beneath the throw and found me already dripping.
“No knickers?”
“They didn’t match the dress.”
“God, I love you,” he groaned, dragging the tip of his cock through my slick folds.
The jet engines roared to life.
So did we.
“Sit on it, sweetheart,” he whispered darkly.“Let Daddy keep you plugged nice and deep while we ascend.”
I was too startled by his declaration of love.
I’d thought about it, repeatedly, but he just said it. Just like that. No warning. No hesitation. My heart kicked like a startled doe in my chest, even as my pussy clenched around nothing.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” he said with an arched eyebrow and a filthy smirk.
“I’m going to ruin your trousers,” I murmured, voice shaking slightly as I gripped his shoulder and slowly lowered myself onto the thick, rigid length of his cock.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Just held my stare while I sank down inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside me.
“You’ve already ruined me,” he growled, hands gripping my hips like he might never let go.“Might as well fuck the suit too.”
I gasped as he thrust up sharply, my nails digging into his shoulders. The cabin lights flickered as the jet began its ascent, but I barely noticed. I was full. Stretched. Owned.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, clenching around him as he rolled his hips.“You’re so deep.”
“That’s the idea,” he grunted, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat.“Now ride me like a good little captive. Earn your freedom. Let me feel that tight cunt squeeze while the world disappears beneath us.”
I rocked into him, my movements clumsy at first, overwhelmed by sensation. But his gaze didn’t leave mine—not for a second. Not when he whispered I love you again under his breath, and not when I shattered all over him with a strangled moan and his name on my lips.
