Page 13 of Tryst

I sit in one of the lounge chairs and Izzy attempts to walk past me to take the one next to me. As she does, I grab her waist and pull her into the gap between my thighs, “I would prefer if you sat with me.”

She doesn’t argue and gets comfortable curled up on my lap. Rubbing my hand along her thigh, she is asleep before we finish taxiing to the runway.

The three of us discuss the reason they came to my villa last night while Izzy sleeps peacefully resting against me. After about an hour, I am fully caught up on the events of the evening, and certain that they handled things accordingly. We spend another hour discussing a few upcoming items for this week before finishing up with business.

“She hasn’t moved. You apparently wore her the fuck out last night,” Eduardo razzes me as though we are teenagers in the locker room.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” my tone is sharp but quiet as to not wake Izzy, “That’s twice in less than twelve hours you’ve disrespected her.”

“I don’t see the big deal,” I watch as Andres elbows Eduardo, silently telling him to shut his mouth, “She’s just some whore you picked up at the res-”

Clenching my jaw, I nod my head at Andres. Lifting his arm, he places a firm elbow to Eduardo’s face, breaking his nose.

“Not a fucking word,” I seethe through my teeth while stroking Izzy’s hair, “If I hear a sound out of you the rest of this flight, you’ll have the opportunity to learn if you can fly at thirty fucking thousand feet.”

Holding his face and fighting the urge to cry out in pain, he nods his head at me.

“Disrespect her again, and I’ll carve your fucking tongue from your mouth myself. Understood?”

With a tinge of fear in his eyes, he nods his head at me. When I told Izzy last night that I was a man of my word, I meant it. The men that work for me know it too. I don’t give idle threats.

“Andres, go help him clean up his fucking face,” the two of them stand from the couch. When Andres extends an arm to help Eduardo he bumps past him, trying to maintain what little control he has. “And close the partition.”

The sound of the partition clicking shut causes Izzy to stir in her sleep. While it doesn’t fully wake her, she also is no longer fully asleep.

When my lips press against her neck, she leans into my touch. Kissing down her neck, I can feel the pulse beating under my lips gradually getting faster. Her eyelids flutter when my lips make their way back to her jaw.

“Alex,” her voice is groggy, “How long was I asleep?”

“Too long,” I continue to kiss along her jaw toward her, “but I think it’s time you wake up so we can finish what we started in the car.”

She leans harder into my lips and moans softly. As she wakes and becomes more aware of her surroundings, she startles and spins her head around.

“They aren’t here,” I gently grab her face and turn her head back to me, “I told you. That is not a situation I would put you in on purpose.”

My hand slides between her thighs and grips her cunt. Firmly massaging her through her jeans, she is quickly writhing on my lap. “They aren’t worthy of seeing you like that or watching your pleasure. No man is, except for me!”

Continuing to rub against her with one hand, my other undoes the button of her jeans. Yanking the waistband, the zipper falls, and I squeeze my hand into her tight jeans. They are so tight that I can’t get my fingers inside of her like I want. My fingers rub over her clit, and she quickly gets to the brink.

“No man except for me,” I groan into her ear, while rolling her clit between my fingers, “Now, come for me,cerecita.”

My mouth covers hers, swallowing her screams as she continues to rock her hips into my touch as she rides out her orgasm.

Pulling my hand from her pants, I firmly grip her waist and stand her from my lap. I grab her jeans and pull them over her hips, taking her underwear with them. Unbuckling my pants, I stand from my seat and stroke my already hard cock through my boxer briefs.

“I had planned to spend a little more time torturing and pleasuring you,” I pull the condom from my pocket. Freeing my cock, I roll it on before spinning Izzy around and forcefully pressing her face down on the table. She lets out a loud grunt, her body falling flush with the table as I shove the entirety of myself inside of her.

“We’re almost in New York,” I grip her hips firmly with both hands and bury my cock inside of her, “I’m going to take you hard and fast so that we can come before we land.”

With both of us nearly fully clothed, I plow into her from behind. Her hands firmly gripping the table and her hips pressing back into every thrust.

“Does my dirty little girl like being bent over and fucked from behind?”

“Yes,” she groans against the table.

“When I fuck your tight little cunt from behind,” my fingertips dig into her ass cheeks and slightly pull them apart, “I wonder what it would be like to stretch out that tight little virgin ass of yours.”

I gather the saliva in my mouth and I spit it against her virgin hole. Watching it clench as my spit slides over it, she moans and my cock twitches inside of her cunt.

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