I was expecting him to come with guns blazing, all of his cockiness on display, and I wasn’t wrong. Ares showed up late (of course) and he didn’t waste any time; he started hitting on me right from the start, his smart devilish eyes devouring my body. Maybe I’m to blame there; I picked a skirt and blouse combination that I knew would leave him salivating.

What I wasn’t expecting was for him to be so straightforward… He straight up confessed he spied on Lucas and I. I should be mad (and, don’t get me wrong, I really am mad) but, more than that, I’m curious. I can’t help but wonder how he felt when Lucas and I didn’t show up for dinner. Was he jealous? Oh, I bet he was ... I bet he worried about all the dirty things I could be doing with Lucas.

Ah, men, they’re so predictable, aren’t they? They say that women are the jealous ones, but that’s not exactly the truth; given the chance, men are much more possessive than any woman can be. It’s in their nature.

"Prove me wrong, then," I defy him. Placing both my hands on his chest, my fingers hooked on his shirt, I push him back against the door that leads to the cockpit. I press my breasts against his chest, my eyes never leaving his, and I feel his cock hardening against my leg in a fraction of a second. I feel a shiver going up my spine as I realize that this might be my lucky day; his hard cock seems to be as big as Lucas’.

"You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?" I whisper, one of the hands I have on his chest sliding all the way down. My fingers go over his belt, and then I flatten my hand against his crotch, pressing hard against the bulging shape of his cock just to feel if he’s as thick as he’s long. "Mm, seems like it."

"You’re one of a kind, aren’t you?" he asks me, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. I gasp as he does it, but my devilish grin never leaves my lips. His eyes fall to my lips then, and he surrenders to the urge to taste me.

"Glad you figured that out…" I say as he leans into me, closing my eyes as he brushes his lips against mine. He kisses me softly at first, but I take charge quickly; parting his lips with my tongue, I slide it inside his mouth and use it to dance around his own. Our kiss grows frenzied, and before I know it, he has both his hands on my ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks.

"You’re right," he suddenly says, his cock so hard that it’s stretching the fabric of his pants to the limit, "I’ve been dying for this." With that, he grabs both my wrists and turns on his heels fast, changing positions with me and pinning me against the door. My back hits the door with a dull thump, and he leans into me and kisses my lips once more, a kind of coiled intensity to the way he does it.

At the same time, he places one hand right above my knee and, moving it slowly, slides it under the hemline of my skirt. His fingers trail over my smooth skin, and he only stops when he has the palm of his hand tightly pressed against the wetness between my thighs.

"Tell me," he starts, leaning in so that his lips are brushing against my right ear, "were you this wet with Lucas?" I don’t even know why in the world he’s asking me this, but I don’t hesitate; if he wants to talk about Lucas while his hand is on my pussy, I can do that.

My hand darts to his crotch again, and this time I don’t flatten my hand against his cock; instead, I curl my fingers around it, squeezing it harshly. "Why? Does talking of Lucas get you hard?" I whisper right back at him, my words filled with mischievousness. His eyes widen as I say it, and I feel his cock throb suddenly against my fingers. Oh, did I hit a nerve just now? Touché.

"You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you, Daphne…? Maybe I’ll have to shut you up."

"Oh, and how do you think you’re going to do that?" I ask him, tightening my grip on his cock so much that he struggles against the urge to groan.

"That’s … an easy question to answer." He takes one hand back to my hair and, yanking, forces me to go down. I resist at first, but then lower myself until my knees are touching the floor. I look up at him, narrowing my eyes as a flicker of lust dances there, and his cock throbs in response.

"I see," I simply whisper, placing both my hands on his knees and running them up his legs. I stop right over his belt, hooking my fingers on his shirt and un-tucking it. My fingers move under his shirt and wander to his abs, and I trace their contour as I hold my breath; what is it with these billionaires? How do they find the time to sculpt their bodies into such perfection? I mean, Ares doesn’t even have a six-pack; he has an eight-pack! Ahem, it’s not like I’m complaining, alright? I’m the real winner here.

Biting on my lower lip, I unbuckle his belt slowly and then push it out from its loop. I let it slip from my fingers and hit the floor right between my knees, and then I undo the top button on his pants and push his zipper down. His cock pushes back against his boxer briefs, eager to be released, and I feel my eyes widening as I realize just how big Ares is.

No wonder Ares and Lucas are rivals; it seems that even their cocks are fighting to see which one is bigger. Wonderful—my lucky day indeed.

Running my tongue between my lips, already anticipating how it’ll feel like when his cock is inside my mouth, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs. I’m about to push them down his legs when I stop, drawn by the throbbing shape under the fabric of his underwear. I start leaning in unconsciously, tilting my head sideways; before I even know what I’m doing, I have my open mouth pressed against the shape of his cock, and I’m sucking his huge member over his boxers.

Ares has both his hands on my head, but there’s no pressure to his touch; he’s simply feeling my soft movements, his breathing growing harder with each passing second. Finally getting a hold of myself, I pull my mouth back from his boxers and tug on them, pushing them and his pants down to his legs. He kicks off his shoes then, one at a time, and then steps out from his pants, his huge cock casting a long shadow over my face.

I turn my gaze up to look at the thick mast between his legs, my mind burning with possibilities. When I was with Lucas, I was afraid that it would be impossible to fit a cock that big inside of me … but now I know better.

I reach for his cock and lay my fingertip on his shaft; running it all the way down his long inches, I then open up my hand and cup his balls, smiling as I feel their weight. Their size matches that of his cock, and I can only wonder about how much cum they’re busy producing right now. Gallons, I’d say. Or even more; you can never tell with men like him.

I massage his balls softly, my smile turning into a grin as I hear Ares’ breathing growing heavier and heavier. My fingers go up his cock once more, but this time, I stop on the middle of his shaft and finally curl my fingers around his thickness.

Stroking him gently, I flick my wrist and move my hand up and down the length of his cock. I lean in at the same time, parting my lips and allowing my tongue to reach for his tip; I close my eyes the moment I touch it, its saltiness inundating me at once and making me feeling lightheaded.

My tongue dances in slow circles around the head of his cock, and I close my eyes for an instant, allowing my mind to savor his manly raw scent. I keep on doing it for God knows how long, taking my time and being patient, but then I hear a voice inside of me asking for more ... so much more.

"Didn’t you say you were going to shut me up?" I ask him teasingly, looking up at him. "Looks like I’m the one doing all the work here…" He grins at me, tangling his fingers in my hair, and I feel his cock throbbing against my tongue.

"Oh, I’m a man of my word." Grabbing his own member with his free hand, he angles it downward until it’s right in front of my mouth and then he brushes its tip against my parted lips. He moves his cock from one corner of my mouth to the other, doing it over and over again, his movements lulling me into a trance-like state. Then he just thrusts out of the blue, pulling me into him at the same time.

I open my mouth wide by instinct, allowing his cock to roll over my tongue. It goes all the way in, only stopping when it meets the back of my throat, and I feel a shiver going up my spine.

He doesn’t even need to guide my movements; I just start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, my unconscious mind taking the steering wheel as I slide my lips up and down his shaft. My eyes roll in their orbits as I savor his long thickness, the flavor of his flesh on my tongue like a forbidden pleasure.

"I hope your pussy is as tight as your mouth," he exhales sharply, succumbing to the way I suck him. I pop his cock out of my mouth at that, smiling as I look into his eyes.

"You’ll find out soon enough," I promise him, my hand once again flying up and down the length of his shaft. Without a word more, I dive forward again, gobbling up his huge member in a fraction of a second. I do it fast and hard, sucking until I feel his cock pulsing almost too violently against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks.

Yanking harder on my hair, he pushes my head back and groans at the same time, his cock popping out of my mouth quickly. His whole body tenses up and he even stops breathing, trying to stop from cumming. I drove him very close to the edge and, if he hadn’t stopped when he did, my mouth would now be filled to the brim with his cum. And I wouldn’t mind, not at all. But I guess we can postpone the grand finale, can’t we?

"Come here," he groans, grabbing me by one wrist and pulling me up to my feet. I press my body against his the moment I’m standing up and, resting my hands on his shoulder, push his jacket down his arms. It falls down his body easily, and then I get to work by unbuttoning his shirt, except I don’t have the patience to do it. Instead, I just grab the fabric of his shirt and pull it on opposite sides, making all the buttons pop out in a rush. Then, his ripped chest finally revealed, he takes his shirt out and throws it on top of his other clothes.

Standing naked right in front of me, his cock pressed against my inner thigh, Ares takes his hands to my waist and pushes me back. Never breaking eye contact, he reaches for the handle on the door behind him and turns it, pushing the door open. He then grabs my hand and pulls me inside the cockpit; grabbing me by the hips, he forces me to turn on my heels and throws me forward, making me bend over the enormous panel of the Boeing.

Swear to God, even though I’ve been CEO of this company for quite some time now, I’ve never been with a man inside a plane, especially inside a cockpit. Too bad we’re still on the ground, or else I’d be on my way to become a member of the mile-high club. Well, it’s a start.

"I love the sight from here," he whispers, coming up behind me and laying his hands on my ass. He bunches up my dress around my waist, baring my ass, and then presses his cock right between my ass cheeks, my thong the only barrier between my body and his mast.

"You talk too much," I tell him, looking back at him over my shoulder. With that, I thrust back, pressing my ass against his cock with all my strength. He groans harshly and, moving fast, flicks my thong to the side.

"Let’s cut to the chase then," he groans again, pushing his cock down until his shaft is pressed against my pussy lips. The moment the tip of his cock is between my folds, he doesn’t hesitate; he thrusts hard and without mercy, all of his inches straining against my inner walls on the way in.

I moan as he pierces me, his thickness unleashing hell inside both my mind and body. Luckily, I’ve already had some experience with Lucas, and my mind already knows how to handle a huge cock without trying. It’s not a walk in the park, though; handling a cock as big as this takes some … fortitude. Both mental and physical.

Gritting my teeth, I place the palm of my hands on the dashboard in front of me and slam my body back against Ares, forcing his cock to go as deep as is humanly possible. My moan turns into a scream as that happens, but I just push through and start rocking my body back and forth, smacking my ass against his hips as I impale myself on his cock over and over again. I do it rhythmically, every time I move a pleasant buzz taking over my mind, drops of pleasure infiltrating my bloodstream as my heart races faster and faster.

I only slow down my rhythm to tease him again. "I’m doing everything in here, Ares…" I whisper at him, a devious grin on my lips. He doesn’t even reply; he just grins back at me and slides one hand over my back, his fingertips crawling up the nape of my neck before he grabs at my hair. Holding me still, he starts to thrust so ferociously that the sound of flesh-on-flesh becomes almost too overwhelming, my brain struggling to keep up the pace as an avalanche of sensations hit me at once.

"Any complaints now?" he groans, his body moving so fast that it’s a struggle not to fall forward and collapse on top of the dashboard. I open my mouth to reply, but no words come out; my brain is too busy and, besides, my throat seems to only be able to moan and scream right now.

"Yeah… one complaint..." I finally manage to say, pushing one word out at a time. "I… want it… harder…" I groan, another moan taking over my voice then.

"Happy to fucking oblige," he replies, slamming his cock so furiously into my pussy that I topple forward, my elbows falling on top of the panel in front of me. He moves one hand around my waist at the same time, his fingers trailing down to between my thighs, and he presses hard right on my clit. The moment he presses on me down there, it’s as if thorns made of fire and electricity climb up my spine, wrapping around it and squeezing tight.

"Fuck," I groan under my breath, feeling my muscles tense up to the point that they’re close to snapping me. My inner walls close in on Ares’ shaft and an orgasm hits me before I even feel myself dangling over the edge of pleasure’s cliff.

Electricity runs through my muscles furiously, making them twitch all at once; I’m gritting my teeth but, even so, I’m moaning so hard that my lungs hurt from the effort. It’s painful and, at the same time, it feels so gloriously delicious that it’s almost like I’m in a whole new dimension.

"Feels good, doesn’t it? There’s more where that came from," I hear Ares say, his voice coming at me as if he’s standing on the other side of the universe. But then, as he slowly starts sliding his cock out of my pussy, I open my eyes and I’m brought back to the real world.

I turn to him, my legs trembling, and run one hand through my hair, pushing stray locks from my face. Grinning, I grab him by the hand and guide him to the captain’s seat; I then give him a gentle push and he falls back, sitting down on it. I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, straddling, and crush my mouth against his without wasting a single breath.

Our tongues dance and wrestle against one another as I reach for his cock, angling it down and brushing its tip against my drenched folds.

"You promised me more… And I want it, I want it right now," I whisper into his ear, slowly easing myself down and allowing his cock inside my pussy once more. Throwing my arms over his shoulder, I close my eyes as he squeezes both my ass cheeks, and then I start rocking my body back and forth. I do it slowly at first, my pussy growing accustomed to the thickness that fills me so completely, but my rhythm grows with each passing second. It’s not as if I’m doing this consciously; no, right now my body is moving of its own accord, some unwritten law of the universe dictating every one of my moves.

It doesn’t take more than a minute for that rhythm to grow so fierce and out of control that locks of hair become plastered to my forehead and face, beads of sweat dripping down my skin. I throw my head back and moan, grinning to myself as the ecstasy that rages inside of me makes me feel as if I’m as light as a feather and as heavy as the world. Two opposite feelings dancing together inside of me and blending into something different than everything I’ve ever experienced. Alright, that’s not the truth; I’ve already experienced something like this before … with Lucas.

Two men in the space of a week is nothing to write home about, but when we’re talking about men like Lucas and Ares… well, that changes things, doesn’t it? Sure, I’m the kind of woman who always gets what she wants, be it by hook or by crook, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be surprised by the fact that the two most perfect men I’ve ever met simply can’t control themselves when they're around me.

"Fuck, I love everything about you," Ares suddenly groans, leaning forward and pressing his lips on my neck. He nibbles at my skin, running his fingers through my hair and taking a deep breath. "Your smell … it drives me fucking crazy," he continues, taking both his hands to my hips and pushing me down hard. I scream as his cock goes deep inside of me; he takes charge then, thrusting upward over and over again. He does it slowly, but there’s an unbridled strength to each of his thrusts.

Yanking on my hair, he forces me to throw my head back and, at the same time, he leans into me and wraps his hungry lips around my right nipple. He bites on it softly, squeezing it between two rows of perfect teeth, and I moan so loud that the thick walls of the plane seem to rattle in their frame. I’m glad we’re not doing this 30,000 miles in the air, even if that means I can’t be a part of the high-mile club.

"You like that, don’t you? So do I," he tells me, going from my right nipple to the left one, and biting on it much as he did before. His other hand is on my ass, squeezing it firmly, and I shiver as I feel his fingertips caressing my ass crack. Perhaps noticing it, he starts brushing his index finger over my ass crack, softly running it up and down until all of my body aches for him.

Pressing his fingertip against my asshole, he starts feeding his finger into me. It goes in slowly, but at a steady pace, and I hold my breath until it’s all inside of me. When my lungs start working again, they do it because of the sudden urge I have to moan and scream, the sound of my wild voice filling the whole cockpit and escaping from it, flying down the rows of empty seats on the passenger aisle.

Fucking my pussy while he fingers my tight asshole, Ares does it until I feel the pleasant embrace of pleasure again. It grows from my insides, and from there, it spreads through the rest of my body, a gentle tingling sensation taking over my fingertips. Leaning into him, I press my forehead against his chest and dig my fingernails into his back, preparing myself for an orgasm that already looms on the horizon of my mind.

When it finally hits, it hits with the force of a hurricane. Electricity runs up my spine and a fireball of ecstasy explodes inside my skull, scorching every single thought I have. I surrender to the moment, all past and future fading away into nothingness as the pleasure that I feel right now assumes itself as the only real thing in all of existence.

"Oh… God… This is so… This is so good," I moan, Ares' cock slightly spasming inside of me. Both my pussy and ass have tightened up around his cock and his finger, my body so tense that I can’t even move, and still he keeps on thrusting, pistoning his cock into me as if he just couldn’t get tired.

"And it isn’t over yet," he whispers and, even though my eyes are closed, I can imagine the wide grin he has on his face. He keeps on fucking me through my orgasm, and he does it so wildly that it doesn’t take long for me to feel another one coming, building up on top of the one still running through my whole body.

"Don’t—don’t stop!" I plead with him, bucking my hips at him and urging him to go faster. He obliges willingly, thrusting so hard that the muscles in my throat choke a scream that was climbing up.

My heart feels as small as a dime inside my chest, but it keeps on beating fiercely all the same. Even my mind seems somehow diminished by the vastness of the ecstasy that closes in on me, its claws tearing all sanity away from me.

"OH GOD, OH GOD," I finally scream, each word that rolls over my mouth feeling like fire and leather. I claw at his back hard, leaving red lines behind my fingernails, and I buck my hips at him so harshly that he throws his head back and lets out a deep moan.

Pleasure engulfs me completely and, even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. There’s only darkness around me, my mind slowly drifting away and succumbing to exhaustion.

And that’s when I feel his cock spasming inside of me.

"No," I find myself saying, my tongue feeling heavy inside my mouth. "I want you to cum… on me…" I continue, and my body starts working in a fraction of a second. I climb down from him, taking a second to steady myself on tired legs, and then share a smile with him.

"On me…" I repeat and, understanding the meaning behind my words, he pushes himself off from the captain’s seat and stands up right in front of me. I go down to my knees, my heart beating so fast inside my chest that it drowns all other noises. Raising one hand, I reach for Ares’ cock and, grabbing it, I start stroking him right away. I move my hand as fast as I can, gritting my teeth as I try to push through the exhaustion that fills every single muscle in my body. I do it until pain stars surging in my wrist and spreading through my forearm, and then I just keep on doing it.

Gritting my teeth, I keep on stroking Ares until a violent spasm finally takes over his cock. Realizing that he’s close, I give him two hard strokes as fast as I can and, a fraction of a second later, a thick rope of cum jumps from his cock and hits me straight in my face.

I open my mouth by instinct, allowing his seed to fall over my tongue; just a few spasms of his cum and he fills me up to the brim, his raw manly flavor inundating me as drops of cum escape from between my lips and drip down my chin. Smiling as I keep on stroking him, I throw my head back and let him keep on cumming all over me, coating my face with a thick layer of cum.

"Fuck," he groans, an expression of pleasure deepening the lines around his eyes and twisting his mouth into a violent grin. "So… fucking… good…"

I grin back at him as he paints me in white, strands of it now falling in an arch over my tits and chest, my whole body a complete mess. Stroking him more slowly now, I steal the last spasms from his cock until the final drops of cum simply hang from its tip and drip down over my curled fingers. I peel my fingers from his shaft then, and take both my hands to my breasts, squeezing them softly as I smear his load all over me, my fingers tracing smooth lines over my skin.

"Come here, you’re not done yet," I whisper at Ares, allowing my body to rock back. I sit on the floor, leaning back against one of the pilot chairs, and spread my legs back as I allow one hand to wander down from between my breasts to between my thighs, taking his cum to my pussy.

"No, I’m not done," he replies, going down on one knee in front of me, a flicker of madness and lust in his eyes. He places his hands on my knees, forcing me to spread my legs even wider, and then leans into me as he parts his lips. I throw my head back and close my eyes as he places his open mouth over my pussy, flicking his tongue at my pussy lips and licking them dry.

Tilting his head sideways, he sucks on my inner lips one at a time, and then finally moves up to my clit. He wraps his lips around it, his tongue dancing in gentle circles, and then looks up and into my eyes.

We say nothing; we just gaze into each other’s eyes, our hearts beating at the same pace. Then, moving ever slowly, he runs his tongue up from between my thighs and onto my belly, scooping thick strands of his own cum in the process. He goes all the way up to my breasts, his tongue climbing over its curve, and finally allows his parted lips to embrace my right nipple. He sucks on it harshly, cleaning it from his own seed, and then does the same on my left breast.

His tongue runs back and forth over my tits, and he only stops when there’s nothing else on my skin.

"C’mere," I whisper, placing two fingers under his chin and pulling his mouth into mine. We kiss then, our tongues submitting to that wicked madness that has taken over us both.

I’m speechless.

All I can say is that tt feels so good to be such a bad girl.