by Jenna Rose
“She is, Alfred,” I told him. “She’s worth that and so much more.”
Alfred heard the tone of my voice and knew better than to argue. He made his way back to the front of the main cabin and got on his computer while I went over to the window and looked out.
It was hard to believe where my life had ended up and where I was now; flying private, millions in the bank, on my way to a professional football game with an incredible woman waiting for me back in my room…
And all that was in jeopardy because of some crazy, psycho bitch I’d made the mistake of hiring once.
No, I thought, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. She won’t ruin anything.
I wasn’t about to let Devaney ruin this flight or take up any more of my mental energy. I had a gorgeous girl lying naked and waiting for me just behind that door and I wasn’t about to keep her waiting any longer.
Chapter Seven
Kylie
I was starting to get anxious as I lay on the massage table naked, dripping wet, wondering what it was that had taken Trent away from me and when he would be back.
My skin was tingling with desire and I felt more alive than I’d ever felt before. I could hardly believe what I’d done, stripping down completely in front of him and getting up on the massage table…
It was completely out of character for me, which was honestly one of the reasons why I was so excited.
It was like Trent knew that there was this other side to me—a bad girl side that I hadn’t even known existed—and he’d known exactly how to bring it out. But what girl wouldn’t fall for those rock hard abs and sculpted muscles? Surely I wasn’t the only one who’d succumbed to Trent Baron’s charms.
But I couldn’t help but feel like there was more to it than that. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have done what I did. After all, I hadn’t gotten on this plane with the intention of fucking him; I’d gotten on this plane thinking I’d been hired to be his personal masseuse. It was only after the contract was signed that things changed…
I twisted slightly on the table, conscious of every inch of my body as I lay there beneath the gently flickering light, remembering his touch as he’d caressed my body with his skilled hands. With a little bit of schooling, Trent would make an incredible massage therapist himself if he ever wanted a career change.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, remembering the way his lips had felt when they touched my skin…
It was more than I’d ever done with a guy ever, and I was still quivering just from thinking about it. But the longer I lay there, the more I wanted to get up and get dressed again.
What if Alfred walked in? Or someone else in charge of running the plane? If Trent didn’t come back soon, the moment was going to be ruined. Thankfully, just as I was really thinking about getting up again, the door opened and Trent came back inside.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he closed and locked the door behind him.
“Problems?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he replied with a smile. I could see the bulge beneath his robe and immediately felt my heart rate rise again. “Where were we?”
“We were—”
“Oh, that’s right,” he interrupted as he slid out of his robe and exposed his beautiful body to me again. “We were right here.”
He moved in with that pro football player speed, and before I could blink, his lips were pressing against mine.
Yes…
I kissed back as his tongue slid into my mouth and my whole body went tense as his hand slid between my legs again.
A moan escaped my lips and my mouth hung open as he slid a finger back inside me. A rush of pleasure swept through me like a warm wave, awakening sensations in my body I’d never known. Trembling, I opened my eyes and found his staring at me, intent and dominant.
“Trent—”
“You have no idea how you make me feel, do you?” he asked.
His question took my breath away. I had no idea how to respond. But then I realized that Trent wasn’t looking for an explanation. That wasn’t why he’d said it.
He kissed my cheek, then moved his lips to my jaw. With his free hand, he gently brushed the hair from my face and kissed down my neck, causing a shiver to run through me. I smiled and let out another soft moan as he moved his lips down my back, working his finger inside me as he did.
“That feels so good,” I whispered.
He gently kissed my lower back, causing my hips to lift off the table. I was burning for him and more wet than I’d ever been. Trent growled and spanked my ass so hard that I cried out in shock, but before I had a chance to recover, something amazing happened.
Using both hands, Trent spread me open, exposing everything to him, and pressed his tongue against my pussy.
My whole body shook with such force that Trent had to grip me hard to keep me from accidentally pulling away from him. His powerful hands held me down as his hungry tongue opened my pussy lips and traced my slit from my clit to my asshole and back down again.
“Fuck!” I cried out, not knowing what to do with myself as he licked me. It was beyond anything I ever could have imagined.
Not only was the pleasure indescribable, but the intimacy of the moment had me completely beside myself.
This wasn’t lights-off-under-the-blankets teenage hooking up. There was no hiding anything from him in a moment like this. He could see everything and he had his tongue all over me. I couldn’t believe I trusted him like this after the rocky start we’d gotten off to, but I did.
My toes curled as he pressed his tongue inside me, opening me wider. I felt the slightest bit of his stubble against my inner thighs and soaked lips, and let out a long moan as his strong hands held me down while his tongue went in and out.
“Trent…” I whispered as I let my head drop down against the table and focused on the sensations that ran through me like sparkling water had filled my veins. The rest of the world seemed to melt away—the plane, the table, the worries I had about my own business—and all that was left was Trent and me as he pressed his wet lips against mine.
When the tip of his tongue found my clit again, I thought I was going to burst. I tried to scream but no sound came out. His strong hands grasped my ass with enough force to say one thing, “You aren’t going anywhere.”
“I want you to come for me, princess,” he whispered, his breath teasing my button as he spoke. “I want to be the first man to make you come like this.”
“Yes, Trent…” I whimpered.
“And then I’m going to show you even more.”
His tongue dragged across my slit, and Trent groaned like he’d never been more happy in his life.
I could feel the hunger in the way he moved his tongue. Every muscle in my body tensed up as he worked his way across my bare, slippery pussy lips and then back to my little button. He pushed deep into my hole, teasing me with what he knew I was desperate to have. I had been right there when he left the room, and now I was racing toward the point of no return.
He growled into me, the vibrations from his throat amplifying the sensations. I pressed my mouth against the table and cried out as the feeling inside me grew and grew and grew like a balloon reaching maximum capacity.
“Trent!” I gasped as my heartbeat thudded in my ears and my body quivered uncontrollably. He flattened his tongue and pressed down hard and my body exploded with pleasure.
Chapter Eight
Kylie
With another cry, golden light engulfed me. A feeling I’d never felt before swam through me and rocked me like I’d been hit by a truck. My mouth hung open as I gasped for breath. But I was frozen, seized by the most powerful orgasm of my life as Trent held his tongue on my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
Holy fuck!
That’s what I wanted to scream, but no words came out. I could feel Trent’s gorgeous lips twisting into a smile against my bare pussy. He was loving this, but not as much as I was.
My body trembled with
the heat of my orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, some sense returned to me and I was able to mutter a single word.
“More…”
I hadn’t even planned on saying it; it just happened. But it was obviously the right thing to say.
Trent stood up and spanked my ass again with both hands, causing me to cry out and twist on the table. I curled up into a fetal position with one hand between my legs, clutching my pussy that was pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. Trent had done a number on me, but it wasn’t even close to enough.
With a quick motion, he stripped his shirt off and tossed it aside, putting his glorious body on full display. His chest was absurdly broad, like a young Arnold, and his abs were just ridiculous. I felt like Emma Stone getting her first look at Ryan Gosling in that movie Crazy, Stupid, Love.
“It’s like you’re Photoshopped!” I wanted to say.
Then he slid out of his pants and I saw he was wearing a pair of tiny briefs, the kind you only see European guys wearing that most American guys make fun of. I mean, I’d probably made jokes about them before too, but Trent wore them like they’d been made for him (and it wouldn’t surprise me if they had).
My mouth was watering as he positioned himself in front of me. He had the legs of an Olympian. I looked up at him, still experiencing the aftershocks of the most incredible orgasm of my life, and melted as his lips curled into a knowing smile.
I knew what was coming next, but nothing could have prepared me.
When he pulled his cock out of his tiny briefs, my mouth fell open, and not just because I was desperate for it—but because I was blown away.
It was the first actual penis I’d seen in my life, but I didn’t have to have seen a thousand others to know that his was spectacular.
It stood out straight and rigid from his body like an extra limb, and my eyes traced the long vein down the bottom of his shaft to the swollen tip where a drop of pre-cum was spilling out. Remembering the lust that had swelled within me when I kissed him earlier and tasted myself on his lips, I leaned forward eagerly, extended my tongue, and licked it.
Shit, that’s hot!
He tasted amazing—sweet and salty, warm, and manly, like his body was telling me just how badly he wanted me.
I couldn’t wait for the real deal.
“Now I’m going to show you how to suck it, princess,” he told me, his voice dominant and powerful. “Open wide.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
Yes, sir!?
The response hadn’t been planned and the words shocked me as they came out of my mouth. I was never one to be submissive or subservient around anybody, but with Trent it felt automatic. I didn’t even think twice as I slid sideways on the table, tilted my head to the side and opened my mouth.
Holy fuck, I thought as I wrapped my lips around the thick tip and gasped as he pressed more into my mouth. It was like trying to swallow a grapefruit, only Trent tasted so much better.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice low and filled with desire. “That’s right. It’s not easy, I know. Just do your best.”
A little flare of emotion sparked within me and Trent saw it in my eyes and smiled. He knew I didn’t back down from a challenge. He was goading me into giving him the best head ever, and it was working.
I reached out and grasped his dick by the base and forced what must have been another three inches into my mouth…
…and immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing and wiping spit from my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I stammered as my eyes began to water. “You’re a monster.”
“Lil’ bit,” he chuckled. He reached around the back of my head and took a fistful of my hair and squeezed hard enough to hurt. I gasped as he pulled my lips to his and kissed me.
It felt like we’d done it a hundred times, but my heart still leapt as the excitement inside me reached an all-time high.
“Let me suck it,” I begged, my lips moving against his as he held a firm grip in my hair like I belonged to him. “Please, Trent…let me suck it some more…”
What was I doing? I was begging this man, a man I’d only just met, a man I thought was a total scumbag when he showed up at my studio—I was begging him to let me suck his dick as though he was my king and I was doing everything I could to gain his favor.
It felt strange, foreign, but beyond that—it felt right.
“Yeah?” Trent cooed. “You want my dick back in your mouth?”
“Mmhmm!” I nodded as I stroked him with both hands. I could barely get my fingers around his girth. It was like holding onto a slippery baseball bat.
“I know you do,” he replied with a grin that made me melt like a hot candle. “Let’s see how much you can take this time.”
Still holding me by the hair, Trent forced my head down (not that he had to) between his legs and down onto his cock. Tears welled in my eyes again I gagged again on his monster.
No! I thought. I can do it!
I felt the Type A personality in me starting to come out, pulled back a bit, took a deep breath, focused, and tried again.
Don’t gag, Kylie, I told myself as I swallowed half of what he had to give me and looked up at him with obedient eyes. He groaned and I felt his shaft twitch against my tongue and more pre-cum spill out of it.
I swallowed eagerly as he reached down and cupped my breast with his free hand.
“That’s it,” he told me. “That’s nice.”
I didn’t know what to do next, but Trent showed me.
Keeping his hand in my hair and using his hold on me to guide me, he moved my head up and down on his cock and slowly thrust forward with his hips like he was fucking me. I fought the impulse to gag as my eyes continued to water up and tears spilled down my cheeks.
I’m a mess, I thought. I would have smiled if I could.
“You feel so fucking incredible, princess,” Trent told me as his hips moved forward again and his thick tip touched the back of my throat. “And I’m going to give you something now. You want it?”
Is he going to come?!
“Mmmm!” I moaned back. It was all I could do.
“Yeah, you want it?” he growled rhetorically. I felt him swell between my lips and cheeks and more pre-cum poured out of him and ran down my tongue. But that was only the pregame ceremony. What happened next was the full show.
Chapter Nine
Kylie
Trent erupted into my mouth like a geyser, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth down over his dick and not pull back out of sheer surprise.
I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed as he shot rope after rope of his warm, thick load into my mouth, his cock twitching like a hard muscle each time.
“Fuck!” he growled, his hand tightening in my hair with such force I was sure he was going to tear some out of my head. “Take my cum, baby!”
I’d never felt more wanted in my life.
Trent’s pure dominance and control over me was simply overpowering. As I swallowed and watched his chest heave as he gasped for air, I realized what I’d been missing out on.
His dick pulsed one last time and I squeezed his shaft, milking the last of his sweet nectar out of him and onto my tongue before he tilted his hips back and pulled out. I thought he’d start to go soft—that’s what guys did, right?
But he didn’t.
In fact, he somehow looked harder than he was before. I knew that was impossible, of course, but his erection sure wasn’t going down.
“Goddamn, baby,” he growled, stretching his powerful arms above his head, showing off his incredible physique as he moved. “You are fucking amazing.”
“Yeah?” I asked timidly. I felt my cheeks blushing. “Did it…feel good?”
“Is that a joke?” he asked, leaning in. “That felt amazing. I can’t believe it’s your first time.”
My heart pounded as my body trembled beneath him. I was shaking from the pure satisfactio
n of having pleased him. It was a feeling I’d never felt before.
Trent Baron had turned my world upside down. Not only had he gotten me to strip down in front of him and lay myself bare, presenting everything I had to him, but he’d also done things to me that no man had ever done before.
The man I’d first thought was an asshole was starting to mean something else to me. I was feeling something deep inside me that I’d also never felt before. For a moment, I wanted to embrace it, throw myself into his arms, and tell him everything about myself.
But then it came into my mind.
Doubt.
It spread through me like acid. Was I really this naïve? I mean—this was Trent Baron—a professional football player with a private jet and millions of dollars. Was I really dumb enough to think that I was the first girl he’d pulled this sort of thing with before?
“Hey,” he said softly. “Where are you right now?”
I realized I’d let my head drop and was now hiding behind a curtain of curls. Gently, he lifted my chin with a finger and I looked up to see him looking at me with possessive intent.
“I’m—I’m right here,” I replied.
“No you’re not. You’re somewhere else.”
I blinked quickly.
Can he read my mind?
“I’m right here, Trent—”
“No,” he repeated firmly. “You’re thinking something and what you’re thinking is wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re thinking that because I’m a big football star that this isn’t special to me,” he said. “You’re thinking that I must do this kind of thing all the time.”
He can read my mind!
“Let me tell you something, Kylie,” he said, kneeling down so his face was level with mine. “I’ve never done this before. No girl has ever had this effect on me.”
His words melted me even more and my cheeks flushed with heat. I saw a fierce determination in his eyes that rinsed away any doubt I had and realized that I could fully trust this man.