But what Miranda doesn’t know is that there’s no way I’m letting her go after this night. In fact, a part of me is already planning on finding a way to make this trip to her hometown work in favor of extending our contract. I’ll see to it that it happens.
“Come here,” I say, lifting the armrest that separates us. I reach for her buckle and click it open, then reach for her and tug her onto my lap. “How about you start by kissing me.”
She nods with eager anticipation, cups my face in her hands, then pauses as if she’s thinking. I place my hands on either side of me and let her do her thing. I’ve got a raging hard-on, and every move of hers only makes me harder.
Holding her is heaven. Kissing her is utter bliss. When I finally get to take her as mine…
But the next second my mind comes to a stuttering halt when I feel her warm breath on me. She places her hands on either side of my jaw, and she lowers her mouth to mine.
She kisses me tentatively, and I love her soft, gentle kiss.
I tell myself I’ll let her orchestrate this, for once in my life let someone else control how something goes, but seconds after I make this decision, my hands are on her face, I’m cupping her jaw, and I’m taking control.
The kiss becomes insistent and heated, as our tongues touch, and she sighs into my mouth. Her little moans of pleasure and sweet submission spur me on. I deepen the kiss, and when we finally pull away, she’s panting and dazed.
“On your knees,” I whisper in her ear. “I want your mouth on me.”
She gently pushes herself off my lap and positions herself in front of me. She’s already panting, her eyes half-lidded, as if the thought of giving me a blow job’s as exciting as Christmas morning.
Christ, she’s perfect.
I unfasten my belt and button of my slacks, groaning as I remove my thick, hard cock. She eyes me eagerly, like she’s a starving woman, and her obvious interest in pleasing me makes me ache for her. Her eyes on mine, she strokes my cock, then brings me to her hot, wet mouth, and I groan out loud in pleasure as she cups my balls and takes me in fully.
I groan when she suckles the tip, then runs her tongue down the veined length, stroking my balls and cupping them, squeezing and teasing. I feel the tension go out of my body as she bobs her head and works her magic, hot lashes of her tongue alternating with the sweet suckling motion of her mouth makes me sink so deep into this I forget my name or where I am.
I close my eyes and let her do this, let her take me in and blow me, using every tool she’s ever mastered.
“Jesus, woman,” I groan, not even recognizing my own voice. “That’s fucking amazing.” She moans with pleasure, and I feel the vibration right down the length of my cock. She suckles and tongues me until I’m nearly out of my mind with the need to come.
“Touch yourself,” I grate out hoarsely. “Finger your pussy while you suck me off.”
I reach down and glide my hands to her breasts, weighing them, pinching her nipples, every moan of her pleasure making me want her even more.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, knowing I’m going to come.
She nods, bobbing her head, eager for me. She takes her mouth off my cock long enough to whisper a pleading, “Let me suck you down, daddy. Please. I want to swallow every drop.”
I fist her hair, pump my hips, and let myself go. Ecstasy rips through me as I come and she swallows, eagerly moaning, taking all of me with so much longing, I swear it makes me fucking harder. I come so hard I nearly black out, as she licks and suckles and swallows every drop.
I haven’t come like this in years. And I’ve never been blown like that in my life.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, taking myself out of her mouth and stroking her cheek with approval. She grins at me, bends, and kisses my thigh.
“I loved doing that for you,” she says, resting her cheek against my thigh. “Please let me do that again sometime. Maybe in the morning? I’ll wake you with my mouth on your cock.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groan. Swear to God, I’m already getting hard again.
She shakes her head. “No, daddy, of course not. I’m here to serve you. Pleasure you. And I love making you happy.”
I tuck my cock back in my pants and zip them up, smiling at her. “That’s right, baby. Because you’re daddy’s good little girl.”
Pleasure kink meets daddy kink. A match made in heaven.
I won’t make her first time on my jet. No. When I take her for the first time, I’ll have earned her trust, and made the experience a memory she’ll take with her forever.
“Come here, baby,” I say, lifting her to her feet. “It’s babygirl’s turn.”
“You already made me come,” she says, but she’s not really protesting. There’s a fervor in her eyes I don’t miss.
“Oh, really? You’re good then?”
She whimpers and giggles. “Well, I—”
“Need to sit on daddy’s face?”
Her eyes go wide, but she quickly schools her features. “Yes, sir.”
I grin, stand, and lift her up in my arms.
I walk her to the bed, lie down, and arrange her on top of me. I slap her ass, and she squeals. “Off with this dress.”
She scrambles to obey.
Watching her undress might be my favorite thing to do.
“Good girl.”
I lie against the pillows. “Up here, now, doll. I want you straddling daddy’s face while I eat you out.”
I arrange her so she’s facing me, her eyes wide and lust-filled, her knees on either side of my shoulders. She’s in perfect shape, and it helps, while she braces herself, holding her position over my mouth. I spread her pussy wide, and guide her hips so her heated core is where I want her, holding her gaze with mine when I drag my tongue along her hot, wet slit.
“Oh, God,” she moans, throwing her head back and bracing herself on the bed. “Oh my God.”
I grin against her pussy, suckling her sweet clit before I tongue her mercilessly. I tease her clit, then drag my tongue to her core and tongue-fuck her until she’s writhing and gasping with need. I bring my fingers to her nipples and gently stroke and squeeze while I lazily lick her.
“Please, daddy,” she whispers. “May I come?”
Good girl. She’s wired for this lifestyle. I love that she asked my permission, that she knows how much this means to me. I hold her gaze and nod.
She flies into ecstasy as she comes against my tongue, moaning with pleasure and writhing under the spasms of euphoria. She comes so hard I have to hold her hips to keep her in place, while I eke every drop of bliss from her body.
“Daddy,” she moans. “Oh, daddy.”
I’ll never forget the way she looks in the throes of ecstasy, her cheeks flushed and perfect lips parted. I can’t imagine how good it will be when I finally get her to myself. When I can finally have her as my own.
She shudders her last spasm of pleasure, and I ease her off my mouth. She collapses, boneless and sated, on the bed beside me.
“Why is it,” Miranda pants, a grin flashing over her face. “That you keep ending up fully clothed and I’m the one naked?”
I chuckle, rubbing my hand over her shoulder. “Because you’re the babygirl, and I’m the daddy.”