by Lindsey May
He watched as I spun around and carefully slipped off each shoulder strap of my dress, until it fell silently to the floor. I stepped out of it with my heels, bending fully over to pick it up and set it on a chair, giving him a full view of what he could expect from me.
I spun back around, showing him my front, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could see he was enjoying himself, the bulge in his pants growing as he waited to see what I was up to. I walked over to him and started to give him an improvised lap dance.
My legs straddled him on the couch as I shoved my tits in his face.
“Uh uh, no touching,” I said as he tried to grab me.
I continued to tease him, turning around and shaking my ass for him, throwing my legs up on the couch behind him, and other moves I thought a stripper would do. Except for my last move. I knew that strippers didn’t take their patrons pants off.
I got on my knees below him, sliding off his pants and underwear. I grabbed his cock with my hand and lightly rubbed where I knew he was most sensitive. As much as I wanted to tease him, I didn’t want to tease myself. I wanted him bad, and I wanted him right away.
As my hand played with his shaft, I went down to his balls and licked all the way up to the head of his cock. He squirmed underneath me as soon as I did it, and so I kept doing it. Finally on the last trail upwards, I moved my hand down to take his tip in my mouth.
“Oh God, Emily,” he moaned, just as I had enveloped the head of his cock in my wet mouth, swirling my tongue around it to make him pleased.
Just as I started I could taste the precum from his cock start to come out, telling me I was doing my job right. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, pulling them up and down, spitting on his member until I slid with ease.
His hand behind my head turned me on as he forced me down on his cock, further than I ever thought I could go. Popping back up and then going back down for more. I looked up at him as I went because I knew he thought it was sexy.
I went just until I knew he was pleased, but not far enough to bring him to the edge yet. I wanted his cock, and I knew he would enjoy my pussy.
“Are you ready for me baby?” I asked, pulling away and leaning into him, our foreheads touching.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” he answered, and we kissed while I hopped up onto the couch, my knees straddling him.
I reached back and grabbed his cock, still lubricated with my saliva, and gave it a good squeeze with my fist, moving across the length of him as I centered it to my core. I sat down onto his cock slowly, so he penetrated my folds, maneuvering his cock to squeeze in to my tight walls.
It felt amazing to squeeze him inside me, my tight pussy coiling around him until I sat firmly on his lap. I bounced up and down onto his cock, getting my juices flowing so that he slid through me with ease.
I played the seductress, pulling more stripper moves out of my repertoire as soon as he warmed me up. With my heels still on my feet, I leaned forward with my arms around his neck and my tits in his face as I fucked him. His hands were firmly planted on my waist, guiding me as I twerked my ass on his dick. As he sucked on my titties and spanked my ass, I kept going, throwing my hair back and enjoying the ride.
I got him breathless, so close to the edge that if I kept going he was sure to cum inside me. But he wasn’t done with me yet. He motioned me to get up and switch positions, so I obliged.
He pushed me onto the couch, on my knees, my chest pushed against the back rest. Then he came up behind me and mounted me, his cock sliding in with ease now. He fucked me slow at first, but not for long.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, he shoved me down into the couch, sharply slapping my ass at the same time as speeding up his stroke.
“Yes, Blake! Fuck me!” I moaned as he began to dominate me at 32,000 feet.
���You���re incredible! You���re mine now!��� he roared, fucking me hard and fast, his balls slapping against me with each thrust, making a familiar slapping sound each time. I was almost worried he would veer the plane with how rough he was being. He spanked me again, readjusting his grip on me, never easing up.
My face pressed down against the back of the couch as I reached ecstasy, his cock hittig my g-spot with every thrust. I gasped for breath, my whole body shaking from his constant thrusting combined with my peak of pleasure. His strokes got even faster, his cock throbbing against my insides until he finally exploded inside of me, his manly fluids permeating my wet walls, the warmth flooding my body. He pushed through the sensitivity, pumping even as he unloaded into me, before stopping balls deep, my pussy forcing out every last drop of his cum.
He gave me one last spank before letting me go, the tension in my scalp and my neck relieved. We both sat next to each other on the couch, thoroughly spent, content with what we had done. Blake had never been so rough with me, and I hoped it wouldn���t be the last time. He had always been confident, making the right moves at the right times, but nothing compared to how he treated me this time. In his private jet, forcing me down and fucking me raw without mercy.
I loved it. And we had only just started the tour in Europe. I lay there, leaning on him mid flight, excited for what awaited us next.
More from Lindsey May:
Threesome Erotica
Vacation for Three: Part I
Curves on the Beach
Best Friends Share
Billionaire BDSM
Caught By My Boss
Bound By The Billionaire
Deeply Invested