Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“You needed time to heal. It was your first sexual experience, and I wasn’t delicate with you. It would have hurt you to take you again so soon.”
“Will I be… healed soon, you think?” she asked, her breathing ragged and the nipple of her breast pushing into my hand.
“Very soon,” I responded.
My plan was to take her to my private island in Greece and lose myself inside of her. I’d rearranged my entire work schedule for a woman—something I would have never done before Megan. But then, she was no ordinary woman. I doubt she would understand the gravity of my decision, or how hard it was to push business aside. For once in my life, something was more important than work. No, not something. Someone…
Megan.
“What if I said I didn’t care if it hurt me—as long as I had you loving me again?” she asked.
In that moment I began to wonder which of us was really in control here.
Chapter 11
Megan
I couldn’t breathe, let alone think. I felt so nervous around Jackson right now, like he was this wild animal and I was his last meal, a morsel to sate his starvation.
“I’m going to make you see how much I want you, how much you mean to me.” He said the words low, filled with heat, passion, possession.
He helped me off of him, and before I knew what he was doing he had me turned around and bent at the waist. My hands were outstretched, my palms resting on the smooth leather of the seat in front of me. I was stretched for him, the position making me feel exposed, despite the fact I was completely dressed.
I looked over my shoulder, feeling my cheeks heat, knowing they were red. I was nervous, but anticipated this. And then he was reaching for the zipper at the back of my outfit, and slowly pulled it down. And when the silky material slid off my hips and pooled at my feet, I felt this chill move over me, despite the fact I was burning up.
“So perfect,” Jackson said, almost seeming to murmur to himself. He had his hands on my ass, his palms so big, so masculine they covered the mounds.
The panties I had on were just this simple scrap of fabric, the delicate string attached to some lacy material that covered my pussy but left my ass bared.
I couldn’t breathe, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make me feel dizzy. Or maybe it was my arousal working overtime.
Before I could contemplate what was about to happen, Jackson had my ass cheeks spread, the chilled air touching the sensitive part of me. Goose bumps popped out along my flesh, and I shivered.
“Hush now,” he said, his mouth so close to me I felt the gentle current of his warm breath along my pussy folds and ass.
He ran his tongue up my pussy, starting at my clit and dragging it all the way up until he was teasing the muscle along my pussy opening. I shivered again, but he didn’t eat me out anymore. Instead he helped me to stand, turned me around, and held onto my waist.
“So fucking sweet.”
He lifted my leg and placed my foot on the armrest, positioning me for his pleasure. The cool air once again caressed the exposed skin of my inner thigh. I was so wet I could feel my juices sliding against the lips of my pussy. I was ready for him and I couldn’t wait to be touched, teased, and tormented. I was close to begging him for it, but before I uttered a sound, he was back to licking at my pussy, dragging his tongue through my soaked lips, making me moan, beg for more.
I lifted my arms, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and just let go. He had his hands on my ass, squeezing the mounds almost painfully as he devoured me, made me his slave to desire.
With one more lick through my pussy he pulled away, his mouth glossy from my arousal, his breathing haggard.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” he said and reached down, rubbing his hand over the monstrous bulge displayed through his slacks. “Christ.”
I was panting from how worked up he had me, and I could see just how feral he was right now. I was so naïve when it came to things like this, but I wanted to be bold, to express what I wanted in the most brutal way possible.
Before I could be bold and wanton, Jackson was feasting on me once more. He had his thumbs on the lips of my pussy, pulling them apart, licking and sucking at them like he couldn’t get enough. It was like he was dying for me, like he was so turned on that it didn’t matter how high in the sky we were, or that his flight staff could walk through the door that separated us and see the filthy, good, depraved things he did to me.