will be time for that. I’ll be sure of it.
She gives me a coy grin. “By my calculations, we have” —she bites her lip as her eyes rove heavenward for a few seconds— “an hour and a half.” Her eyes go half lidded, and she lowers her voice. “Plenty of time for me to pleasure you, sir.”
My cock jerks and a tight coil of need winds itself in my belly. I reach for the nape of her neck and flex my fingers.
“Daddy would like that.”
She grins. I have no doubt a part of her eagerness to please me has to do with the fact that she’s a businesswoman. She owns this company, she signed that contract, and she wants to deliver the goods she promised.
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