24. Phoenix #2
“Yes.”
“The answer is no. This is a company plane. My father, brothers, and our vice presidents use it. Everything that happens on board is strictly business.”
“I see,” she says.
She stares out the window, but she keeps rubbing her legs together.
I observe her, twisting my black titanium wedding band around my ring finger, pondering on how far to take things.
She adjusts herself in her seat.
She’s desperate for salvation.
Fuck it.
I get up.
“Let’s go,” I say.
Her head whips in my direction. “To the bedroom?”
“No, that’s too obvious. We’re going to the bathroom.”
“Like that’s not obvious at all,” she says.
“Maybe, but it will be a lot kinkier.”
Her eyes sparkle with interest.
I reach out a hand to help her up.
She accepts it.
She stands, but falls back into her seat.
I catch her just in time and bring her close to my body.
She glances up. “Thanks.”
“You’re drunk?”
“No, just a little tipsy.”
I frown.
“I’m fine.” She places a hand against my chest. “You were taking me to the bathroom, remember?”
“Eager much?”
She leans into me. “You promised kinky. Based on yesterday, yes, I’m eager.”
“Such naughtiness coming from such a sweet mouth.”
She gives me a guilty as charged look.
I lead the way to the back of the plane and close the door to the bathroom behind us.
“Oh, this should be good,” she says.
Lust veils her eyes.
“You look innocent enough, wife. You’re anything but.”
“Let’s get one thing straight. In the little time I’ve known you, you’ve corrupted me.”
“I’m so proud.” I wink.
“Since we’ve been married, you’ve done a pretty good job of making me lose my mind. When do I get to return the favor?”
“You already have.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have.”
“When?”
“I fucked you hard yesterday, and I came hard—every single time.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she says in a flirtatious tone.
“What did you have in mind, kitten?”
She reaches out and cups my cock.
I groan. “As much as I like you wet—and fuck do I love when you get that wetness all over me like you did last night—this setting is a bit too intimate for that.”
Her breath catches and her cheeks flush at the eroticism in my statement.
The pulse at the base of her neck throbs.
Tick, tick, tick.
Her eyes flash with burning lust.
My hungry gaze captures every nuance of her beautiful face before homing in on her lips. I grab her by the neck and take her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. She parts her lips for me, so my tongue dances with hers.
I’m unhinged.
We both are.
It shouldn’t feel this good. This right. This perfect.
I kiss her with abandonment.
She responds with fierce passion.
I fucking love it.
I could fuck her around the clock—for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, and coffee breaks—and I’d still want more.
I twine the fingers of one hand in her hair, tilting her head back and exposing her neck, licking up her smooth skin, ending with a groan near her lips. “You’re okay with us keeping it to a fast ride?”
“God, yes.”
I lift the fabric of her dress.
My hand inches up between the silky smoothness of her thighs until my fingers brush over her panties.
Fuck, she’s wet.
I push the fabric aside, and when I glide a finger through her slick pussy, she moans as she kisses me harder.
Jesus Christ.
I need to be inside her.
I slide my hand from between her legs and bring it to my mouth before wrapping my lips around my finger dripping with her sweet juices. I suck it clean under her heated gaze. “Better than any dessert prepared by a top master pastry chef.”
She moans, biting against her lip.
“Turn around,” I say. “Hands on the counter and legs spread open.”
She blinks.
“Did you hear me, wife?”
“I meant it. I want to take care of you, Phoenix. It’s not fair if I don’t reciprocate.”
“That’s not how it works, kitten. It brings me pleasure to take care of you.”
“Don’t you think it’s the same for me? You’re not even giving me a chance to?—”
I tease her pussy again as she whimpers, folding over against my chest.
I bring two fingers to her mouth. “Show me what you want to do to my cock.”
Huge green eyes stare at me from behind fluttering lashes.
“You either want my cock or you don’t?”
She parts her lips.
I stick my fingers inside her mouth and she licks them clean, fixing her hooded gaze on me.
My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans and my heavy balls swell and tighten as they fill with cum.
“I want you naked.”
“But—”
“I’m also going to get undressed,” I say. “Let’s avoid walking out of here with cum staining my jeans or your pretty dress.”
She giggles.
In a flash, we’re both naked.
“Now, where were we?” I stroke my massive hard-on.
Her eyes follow my hand.
“I was so overwhelmed yesterday, I didn’t get a chance to admire you.
” She licks her lips as her eyes roam over my body from head-to-toe.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Phoenix.” The words come out as a near whisper.
“I’ve never been with anyone who looks like you.
Ever,” she says. “I thought being with such a perfect man would make me feel self-conscious… but you make me feel so incredibly sexy and desired. Along with being married, this is all new to me.”
“I don’t make you feel sexy, kitten. You are sexy.” I drop a hard kiss against her lips. “Seriously, you’re stone cold gorgeous. I’m just feeding off your sexiness.”
She places a hand over mine.
My cock pulses.
Together, we stroke my cock.
It’s fucking hot.
“You’re so huge.”
“I am, but you’ve proved you’re up to the challenge.”
She licks her lips again.
“You want it in your mouth?”
She nods.
“Let me hear you say it, kitten.”
“Yes, I do.”
“What do you want to do to my cock?”
“I want to suck it until you come.”
“What if I want to fuck your mouth instead?”
Her eyes widen. “Okay.”
“You’re going to swallow every drop of me?”
“I’ve never done that before.” Her voice trembles.
“I get to christen your mouth?”
“I can’t believe you said that.”
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen,” I say. “And I expect you to swallow every last drop of your husband’s cum like a good wife.”
She holds my gaze. “I will.”
“Good girl,” I say. “On your knees.”
She trails her hands down my body as she lowers herself to the floor.
I let go of my cock and it throbs and pulses between us.
Her eyes drink me in.
I grunt as her fingers wrap as far around my erection as they can.
She stares in fascination at the gap still remaining.
I’m a big boy.
She strokes my cock from base to tip.
Fuck, yeah.
She runs her thumb over the head. “Your cock is so perfect.”
“And you’re so fucking perfect on your knees, hand on my cock, luscious tits out.” I reach out for her nipples.
She gasps.
“And, these babies are so hard for me.”
She grabs my ass with one hand and squeezes my cheek hard in response.
Damn.
With her eyes peering up at mine, she sticks out her tongue. She gives me a slow, teasing, languorous stroke up and down my fat cock.
I bite against my lower lip so hard, I swear I’ll draw blood.
Unrushed, she lavishes a few minutes on just the crown, driving me out of my mind with the eagerness to feel her plump lips sliding over my cock.
Her mouth is fucking incredible—soft, silky, hot,and exactly what I need.
She runs her petal-smooth lips along my cock.
The sublime sensation shoots straight to my brain and I squeeze my ass cheeks, tilting my hips forward to feed her more of my cock.
A throaty laugh escapes her.
A low groan escapes me.
I almost forgot how smooth and soft a woman’s tongue was and how mind-blowing it feels when she traces the lines along the sensitive underside of my dick. And then there’s the teasing way she traces delicate circles around my bulbous crown.
Fuck, I’ve missed this sight.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman’s lips wrapped around my cock. And I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful pair of pouty lips than my wife’s.
With her eyes pinned to mine, Michaela opens wide and swallows my swollen crown.
“Good girl.”
Her eager tongue explores my slit.
Goddammit, I love how she does that.
She repositions herself and does it again.
I clench my ass tight at the sensation of the pointed tip of her nipple scratching my knee.
Unable to resist, I reach down and pinch her nipple before twisting it hard.
She gasps.
And then, she responds in kind.
Both hands land on my ass before squeezing my cheeks tight. Bobbing her head up and down, she swallows several more inches of my cock in one go. She lets out a vibrating hum that tingles my balls in the most delicious way.
Hell, yeah.
Threading my hands through her hair, I hold her down over my cock. “Take me deeper.”
She obeys.
Her head bobs up and down.
Up and down.
Fuck.
The pace is dizzying.
My jaw drops open in disbelief––or maybe pure enjoyment––as she works her pretty little mouth up and down my big cock, one hand grippingthe base, her eyes closed like my dick is her fucking salvation.
My hips and legs are practically trembling with the suppressed need to take control and fuck her mouth.
Patience.
For several long seconds, there’s nothing else but my cock between her wet lips.
I’m riveted by the sinful sight of her head bobbing in front of my hips, turned on by her moans, at the way she worships my cock. My eyes travel over her heavenly body, her pale skin—she’s still sporting a New York City tan—the curve of her small waist, and the perfect ass I can’t wait to claim.
She shifts.
It doesn’t take me long to pick up on what she’s doing.
I frown my disapproval.
I fist her short hair tight. “Don’t you dare.”
Her eyes hold mine.
“Did you think I wasn’t going to notice you squeezing your thighs like that, kitten? I make you come.”
With a frown, she whimpers her displeasure.
I pull her hair tighter, forcing her to open her mouth around my cock.
“What’s that?”
She shakes her head, her eyes imploring.
“That’s what I thought.” I tap her cheek a few times. “Finish me off.”
She resumes her mission, sucking me off like a starved woman in front of a sumptuous buffet.
“Goddammit.”
She moans, her hand pumping up and down the inches of cock her mouth can’t handle.
“Such sweet submission,” I say.
Her soft lips drag up and down my cock, her tongue swirling in circles over the head. The slurping noise ratchets the hedonistic experience. She cups my balls, popping me out of her mouth, and licking my head like a fucking lollipop.
Every nerve ending in my body shoots off like a rocket.
Jesus Christ, she’s good at this.
My balls swell with cum, and the hold on my control is fraying faster than the fuse on a stick of dynamite.
I want to comeso fucking bad.
I tighten my grip around her hair, forcing her to swallow me whole and thrust my hips forward.
She lifts her eyes to meet mine. The glee of malice shining bright in them as she kneads my balls is unmistakable.
My dirty wife.
I go crazy.
I fuck her mouth, pumping in and out between her plump lips, losing myself.
I hit the back of her throat.
She gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t tap out.
“You okay?” My breath is labored.
She nods.
I’m so far gone, I don’t think I could stop fucking her sweet mouth, but I’m a gentleman.
“You sure?”
She nods again.
Fuck, yeah.
I pick up my cadence, hitting the back of her throat every single time.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The pressure inside me builds up like a storm, pushing me towards the edge of the cliff, and I keep pulling back, pulling back, pulling back, because I don’t want this to end.
I fuck her mouth without mercy.
She takes it without complaining.
She takes me in deep. Eye-popping deep.
My heart batters thunderously against my rib cage with every forceful thrust.
I can hardly breathe.
I’m having a fucking heart attack.
I’m going to die thirty-five thousand feet high in the sky.
My hands are shaking when I pull my cock from her silky, smooth lips.
“Open wide.” The urgency to come is overpowering.
She does.
She even sticks out her tongue without being asked.
With trembling legs, I pump between her lips one last time.
My balls draw up and my cock twitches on her tongue before I explode.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, kitten.
OhmyfuckingGod.
My vision clouds and I go temporarily blind. I throw my head back, unable to contain my climactic cries as I shoot my hot cum down her throat like a power hose.
I lower my head to admire my handiwork through hooded eyes.
Like a good girl, Michaela swallows every last spurt.
Damn that woman’s mouth.
If we weren’t already married, I’d have to ask for her hand in marriage.
My heart is pumping louder than a drum, my chest heaving hard as I attempt to regulate my breathing.
Fuck that was intense.
Reaching out, I caress her cheek.
She’s on her knees, submitting to my every demand, yet she holds all the power.
“You’re still with me, wife?”
She doesn’t answer.
Instead, she cups my balls in her hands and kisses each one with extreme tenderness. When she’s done, she sits on her knees, her hands placed on her thighs, her eyes staring up at me. Her lips are swollen from my assault.
“Was that okay, dear husband?” Her words are a brazen mixture of innocence and insolence.
She’s fucking perfect.