Please, Daddy (Jackson Family 2)

By the time I made it to the airport, I was fucking sick of driving, and my goddamn ass hurt from sitting for so long. James had sent us three states over to fly us out. I understood why, but Jesus Christ, it was a pain in my fucking neck.

One of James’s men moved forward to open Juliana’s door when I got out, and I growled, snapping my fingers at him to bring him to a halt. “Touch that door, and James will be down one man,” I warned him.

He swallowed thickly and stepped back a few feet, nodding once. I grabbed the bag out of the backseat and shouldered it before I rounded the truck and opened her door, gently lifting her off of the seat.

She sleepily blinked up at me before she rested her head on my shoulder with a yawn. “We’re already here?” she croaked.

I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. “You slept for a few hours, baby girl,” I told her as I ascended the stairs onto the private plane. I set her on a seat before storing our bag above our heads in one of the small compartments. I took a seat next to her.

The flight attendant told us we would be taking off in a few minutes before she disappeared into the cockpit.

Armed guards stepped onto the plane. I knew it was a protection measure, but Juliana trembled next to me. I leaned over, gripping the back of her neck. “Look at me,” I roughly commanded. Her dark eyes locked on mine. “Breathe,” I soothed. “They’re here to protect us; that’s it. James is doing everything he can to keep us safe,” I promised her.

She nodded, relaxing a little. I pressed a kiss to her forehead before buckling her seatbelt. Then, I fastened my own. The engines came to life, and before long, we were taking off. Once we were coasting in the air, I lifted Juliana out of her seat and carried her to the bedroom that I knew my brother had in the back.

I knew enough about James to know he’d do anything to make sure he could have his wife whenever he wanted, which meant purchasing planes that had bedrooms.

Juliana gasped in surprise at the sight of the bed. “They make these?” she squeaked.

I softly laughed as I laid her out over the bed. “Yes, baby girl. They make these. And I intend to fuck you on it.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. Surprising the fuck out of me, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me down on top of her. I groaned and thrust my hips against hers as I took her lips in a hard, bruising kiss. I basically ripped her fucking clothes off of her, desperate to feel her skin against mine. I lapped at her nipples, drawing the tight buds into my mouth, biting them before sucking harshly.

I had no doubt in my mind the guards could hear her cries and pleas, and it only made me want her more.

I drove my fingers up hard inside of her, curling them as I thumbed her clit, sending her toppling over the edge. Her hands clawed at my bare back, and I could feel her nails breaking the skin, drawing blood.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please fuck me, Darren.”

“Fuck,” I rasped. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. “Ride me,” I ordered.

She grabbed my dick in her small hand, stroking me a couple of times before she impaled herself on me. I yanked her body down to mine and gripped the back of her neck, my other hand gripping her ass cheek. Then, I thrust up into her over and over. Her cum was dripping onto my balls and my thighs, but I didn’t care.

She felt like fucking heaven.

She clawed at my shoulders, crying out my name, her body trembling above mine. Right before I came, I pulled out and set her aside. She stared at me in shock, but I just flashed her a grin before I flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her ass in the air before I pressed the blunt head of my cock to her ass.

She moaned. “Yes,” she mewled. “Daddy, please.”

Moaning with her, I slid inside of her, inch by inch until I was fully seated inside of her tight ass. “So fucking tight,” I groaned.

“You feel so good,” she whimpered. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I leaned over her, pulling out and thrusting back in as my fingers found her clit. She screamed, her hands clawing at the blanket. I fucked her hard, never stopping my fingers on her clit. She tried crawling away from the sensations, but I pinned her to the bed with my body on top of hers, drawing every fucking orgasm I could from her all-too-willing body.

By the time I came, she was a sobbing mess, her entire body shaking. I pressed kisses all over her body, giving her time to calm down. She was gasping for air, her body shaking from the shock I’d just placed her in.

But I knew with time, she’d come out of it. I just had to give her body time to calm back down.

After, I carried her into the bathroom and took a quick shower with her, soaping her body up before carrying her back to bed and falling asleep with her soft, sated body nestled in my arms.

Despite the circumstances that were putting us into the mountains, I was looking forward to it. I planned to fuck this sexy ass woman of mine into a small coma every single day and night.