I couldn’t breathe, let alone think. I felt so nervous around Jackson right now, like he was this wild animal and I was his last meal, a morsel to sate his starvation.

“I’m going to make you see how much I want you, how much you mean to me.” He said the words low, filled with heat, passion, possession.

He helped me off of him, and before I knew what he was doing he had me turned around and bent at the waist. My hands were outstretched, my palms resting on the smooth leather of the seat in front of me. I was stretched for him, the position making me feel exposed, despite the fact I was completely dressed.

I looked over my shoulder, feeling my cheeks heat, knowing they were red. I was nervous, but anticipated this. And then he was reaching for the zipper at the back of my outfit, and slowly pulled it down. And when the silky material slid off my hips and pooled at my feet, I felt this chill move over me, despite the fact I was burning up.

“So perfect,” Jackson said, almost seeming to murmur to himself. He had his hands on my ass, his palms so big, so masculine they covered the mounds.

The panties I had on were just this simple scrap of fabric, the delicate string attached to some lacy material that covered my pussy but left my ass bared.

I couldn’t breathe, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make me feel dizzy. Or maybe it was my arousal working overtime.

Before I could contemplate what was about to happen, Jackson had my ass cheeks spread, the chilled air touching the sensitive part of me. Goose bumps popped out along my flesh, and I shivered.

“Hush now,” he said, his mouth so close to me I felt the gentle current of his warm breath along my pussy folds and ass.

He ran his tongue up my pussy, starting at my clit and dragging it all the way up until he was teasing the muscle along my pussy opening. I shivered again, but he didn’t eat me out anymore. Instead he helped me to stand, turned me around, and held onto my waist.

“So fucking sweet.”

He lifted my leg and placed my foot on the armrest, positioning me for his pleasure. The cool air once again caressed the exposed skin of my inner thigh. I was so wet I could feel my juices sliding against the lips of my pussy. I was ready for him and I couldn’t wait to be touched, teased, and tormented. I was close to begging him for it, but before I uttered a sound, he was back to licking at my pussy, dragging his tongue through my soaked lips, making me moan, beg for more.

I lifted my arms, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and just let go. He had his hands on my ass, squeezing the mounds almost painfully as he devoured me, made me his slave to desire.

With one more lick through my pussy he pulled away, his mouth glossy from my arousal, his breathing haggard.

“I’m so fucking hard for you,” he said and reached down, rubbing his hand over the monstrous bulge displayed through his slacks. “Christ.”

I was panting from how worked up he had me, and I could see just how feral he was right now. I was so naïve when it came to things like this, but I wanted to be bold, to express what I wanted in the most brutal way possible.

Before I could be bold and wanton, Jackson was feasting on me once more. He had his thumbs on the lips of my pussy, pulling them apart, licking and sucking at them like he couldn’t get enough. It was like he was dying for me, like he was so turned on that it didn’t matter how high in the sky we were, or that his flight staff could walk through the door that separated us and see the filthy, good, depraved things he did to me.

He ate me out until my legs started to shake, until I was on the verge of coming for him, just screaming out his name and begging him to shove his thick cock in me. He moved his mouth over my clit, sucking at the hard little bud, making me cry for more, needing it all.

“You taste so damn good, so sweet, so… mine.”

He licked and sucked, tormented me and pleasured me. And just like that I came for him, crying out and digging my nails into my palms. He grunted and renewed his efforts on me.

And when I couldn’t handle the sensitivity anymore—when the pleasure was so much it was almost painful—I pushed him away gently, and only then did he rise up and embrace me. He moved his hands up and down my back, soothing me, making me feel like melted butter.

I watched in rapt awe as he went for the button of his slacks, popped it free, and pulled out his thick, hard cock. Jackson stroked himself over and over again, just watching me, making me feel so exposed in more ways than just being naked.

“Fuck me.” I don’t know what got into me. I felt like this fiend, this addict that needed what only Jackson could give me. I heard the harsh groan spill from him right before his fingers dug into my flesh and his hold became rough and out of control.

I knew then that this was it, that he’d finally take me again.

Jackson pushed my legs open brutally, a kick of his foot to mine, making me open like a flower. And then I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance, a thick intrusion I couldn’t wait for.

“I hope you’re ready for this, because I’m going to give you everything you wanted, Meggie.” And in one powerful thrust he buried himself deep in my body.

I gasped at the intrusion, at the way he stretched me. I couldn’t think straight, and could only feel him deep inside of me. He groaned behind me, his face pressed between my shoulder blades, his breathing harsh.

I couldn’t help the fact my pussy kept clenching around him, contracting, trying to draw him up inside me, deeper, higher.

“You’re mine and I’m not letting you go.”

And despite the fact I knew this, had known this from the very beginning, hearing him say it was music to my ears. It was the sweetest surrender for me, and I wanted nothing more than to give myself over to him irrevocably.