Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

I knelt in front of her. The steam was thick between us. I looked up as she stared at me. Her lips parted. She was already breathless. Her fingers curled through my hair.

I grinned before diving between her thighs.

“Ohh.” Her hands moved to the narrow walls, surrounding us. “God, Jer.”

I was thirsty for her. Thirsty to hear her moan. To hear her call my name. To feel her pulse around my tongue as she came in my mouth. I wanted to fill a void for her. Take away the fear and the nerves. I’d comfort her with one orgasm after another.

My tongue worked relentlessly, separating her folds and darting over her clit. Evie buckled and I caught her. My hands held her soft ass, digging into her flesh.

“I think you should relax for this.” I leaned her into the heated bench seat and spread her knees to feast.

“I can’t relax.” She shook her head. “There’s no way.”

“Try,” I coaxed.

“Not with your tongue there, I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t think.”

“I don’t want you to think, baby. I want you to fuck,” I growled.

“But Jer—”

I ignored her as my tongue twirled and plunged inside her delicious pussy. I was a happy man licking and sucking my wife to delirium. Her hips danced under the pressure, jerking higher and higher as I drew her orgasm to the surface. She braced for the impact with her palms supporting her on the marble bench.

She panted quick short breaths as her walls tightened against my tongue and she jerked with needy frenzy. I flicked her clit on the last second she had gravity before the climax claimed her. I growled between her thighs, reveling in what her body could do. The sounds she could make. The places she could take me with her sweet soft curves.

I ventured out from her heat, kissing her knee and her shin. I looked at how gorgeous she was. Her tits bobbed and I had my next target. My tongue made a feathery line along her hipbone, over her navel, and I latched on her tit.

“Oh shit,’ she hissed. Her head fell backward.

I sucked, tugging against her skin with my teeth. I wanted to kiss and touch every inch of her skin. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I wanted to fill her.

I grinned. “Are you distracted yet?”

The steam was like a thick cloud. Our skin was dewy and heated, but turning the dial down wouldn’t change that.

“Is that what this is about?” Her eyes narrowed.

“I wanted to spend time with you on the flight.” I lifted her from the seat, wrapping her legs around my waist. She fit perfectly with my body.

“I thought you had important contracts to fix.” She pouted.

My cock was a solid steel rod, ready to drive home inside her pussy. It ached to be inside this woman. My wife.

“They can wait.” I positioned my head at her entrance. “This is more important. I shouldn’t have ignored you. You need me right now.”

Her eyes closed as she sank onto my shaft with one long roll of her hips. “Oh fuck, Jer. It’s always like this between us.”

I had to brace myself against the wall. She was right. It always was. Brain-numbing. Fucking stars on the ceiling. Electric jolts through my veins. Every. Damn. Time.

She rocked into me, and I thrust into her. I didn’t hold back. Time was screwed up. We’d been on this airplane longer than a day. I didn’t want to right the hands on the clock. I only wanted to fuck my wife and make her come.

My hands moved to her waist where I could work her body, sliding her up and down on my cock. Her eyes opened wide when the lights overhead blinked and the shower echoed a chiming ring.

“What’s that?” She gasped for air.

I pressed into the wall for more traction. I thrust again. “I think we’re supposed. To. Sit. Down,” I grunted fucking harder with each word on my tongue.

“Jer, oh God. We should get buckled in. What if we crash?”