Page 57 of Arranged Silverfox

"Come," I said, pulling her up to her feet.

Taking her hand, I led her to the back of the plane where I could have her all to myself. My dick jerked against my zipper, begging to be buried in her tight wet pussy.

I didn’t bother letting the sofa out and adding the linen. I was taking her to the couch.

I dug through the back pocket of my pants for a condom and came up empty.

“Shit,” I hissed. I rushed over to the small desk in the corner and started digging through the drawers. This was a private jet with a private room. The previous owner must have left a spare condom behind. I dug through the drawer, extracting a mini stapler, a mousepad, and finally, a dusty condom. The text on the wrapper was faded. I could barely make it out: Spring Break 2010. I did the math in my head. It’s not like condoms expire. They must last for a solid fifteen years, right?

I closed the door behind us and pulled her onto the couch. Immediately I began an onslaught of rough greedy kisses. She tugged at my hair and pressed into me. I took her mouth fiercely with a passion I never knew existed in me.

She pulled away from me and gave me an impish smile.

"What do you want, Becca?" I asked hoarsely.

"You," she said simply as she pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my pants.

I sprang free. She straddled me and took me in her small grasp with long, delicate strokes.

"Fuck."

I pulled her closer and ground my swollen member against her belly before sliding the condom on. I captured her lips in another deep kiss as my need for her pulsed through me. We can't get close enough. I wanted to consume her, possess her, be consumed and possessed by her.

"Too many clothes," I growled as I fumbled for the clasp on her dress.

Finally, I unhooked the clasps and lifted the dress over her head, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

"You're beautiful."

The fire in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks sent a sharp pang of lust through me. I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. In one deft movement, I unhooked her bra and took her hard nipple into my mouth.

Becca moaned and squirmed under me, begging for more. I gave her more as I licked, sucked, and tugged each of her straining buds, taking her to the edge of bliss before slowing down again and teasing her with gentle kisses.

“Sebastian, please.” She leaned forward. “I want you inside of me.”

That was all I needed to hear. I began to lift her, but she stopped me.

“I want to be on top this time,” she teased.

"Can you handle it?"

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she nodded. She stood up and slowly removed her panties.

"Damn, baby," I growled, entranced by the wetness glistening on her inner thighs. "You're driving me crazy."

She dipped her head, her hair fell over her face, and covered her bare breasts as she walked back toward me.

"No, don't hide," I begged. I reached up and pulled her into my lap. My dick rested against her belly. "You're perfect." I kissed the curve of her neck and slipped my fingers into her wet folds. She gasped. "Don't ever hide from me. I want to see all of you."

She tugged at my hair as I slipped two fingers into her tight entrance.

“Don’t hide from me.” I ran a finger over the mound of nerves at her entrance. “Do you hear me?”

She cried out and rocked her hips against my fingers.

I removed my fingers and cupped her face with my hands. “Becca?”

“I won’t hide.”

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