Tormented

“I’ll get dressed right away.”

He didn’t want her to get dressed. He wanted her to take care of his wood and to drown himself in her magnificence. But he could see she was concerned about Claire.

After taking a quick shower and jacking off to relieve the tension, he got dressed and found Kimani in the living room wearing a skirt and top they had purchased at the Weaverville thrift shop.

“Would it be okay if I gave one of these dresses to Claire?” Kimani asked.

“All the clothes are yours to do with as you want.”

While he had Bataar make arrangements for his jet to fly them to Weaverville, he made a quick breakfast of cooked eggs and orange juice for Kimani. A little over an hour later, they were aboard the Embraer Legacy.

“I’m going with this time,” Bataar declared, settling into a seat.

“You are? Great!” Kimani exclaimed.

Ben wasn’t as thrilled. He had hoped that he could get Kimani to straddle him and ride his cock.

But he allowed Bataar to come. Maybe Jake

was a looser cannon than he had thought. Kimani had been right. Whether willfully or through idiocy, Jake could hurt someone.

Shortly after they were in the air, Kimani got up to use the bathroom. Ben decided to follow her.

“What are you—” she started when he closed the bathroom door behind him.

He responded by stepping into her till she backed up against the counter, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, and pulling her into a voracious kiss. She resisted for the first few seconds but eventually gave in. He smothered her lips with his mouth. The taste of her was finer than the fare at any Michelin star restaurant.

After several minutes of devouring her mouth, he reached between her thighs.

At that, she tried to separate from him.

“You’re not trying to— Bataar is out there,” she objected.

“He’s sitting in the front of the plane,” he replied, shoving his hand where it wanted to be. “You a member of the mile-high club?”

“No!” She tried to push his hand away.

“You’re going to be.”

“The flight’s not even that long!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll have you coming in twenty minutes or less.”

She scowled at his stubbornness but made no further objections for the time being. Her skirt was inconveniently long, so he yanked it down her hips, along with her underwear. He kissed the parts he had bared: her belly, her hips, and, turning her around, her arse. He caressed her rump with his hands while he nipped and bit the lovely half spheres. As he did so, his fingers found her clit.

“I still think...”

But her words turned into a moan. She shivered. He fondled her nub till it became engorged and wetness seeped from her slit. Rising, he undid his shorts and pulled out his cock.

“We shouldn’t. We’re going to make too much noise.”

He recalled how loud she had screamed last night when he’d penetrated her arse.

“You scream all you want, babe. I’ll take care of the noise,” he told her, positioning his cock below her arse and rubbing it along her pussy lips.

He pushed himself into her. Bloody marvelous.

She tried to stifle a groan but cried out when he buried most of his length. He grabbed her wrists and held them together behind her back with one hand. The other he put over her mouth before pulling her the rest of the way onto his shaft.