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The bedroom at the back of the aircraft was bigger than my entire apartment and had an enormous four-poster bed at the center. Portraits in black and white hung on the walls, of people who looked a lot like Casper. They had to be his family. Other than that, there was expensive-looking art and a few marble statues. I shuddered to imagine what his bedroom in his home might look like.
Casper led me into the room and walked up next to the bed.
“I think it’s cozy. What do you think?” he asked, throwing his arms wide open and smiling at me mischievously. It’s like he wanted to be complimented for the job he had done decorating the place. I walked slowly toward him, aware that my spine was straight and my muscles were tense. I could feel myself starting to grow wet already.
“I think it’s far from cozy, but it is beautiful,” I said in a much softer voice. He wasn’t making a big show out of this or trying to stall. We both knew why I was here and what his intentions were when he invited me back to his bedroom. And I was willing. I wanted this as much as he did.
“Take off your clothes, Lily,” he said, before I even reached him.
I raised my eyebrows and then rolled my eyes. Not this time. I wasn’t going to simply follow his commands.
“You take off your clothes, Casper,” I said, stopping in my tracks in front of him. A few feet remained between us, but I could smell him. My fingers were shaking from our proximity. I could hardly wait.
He lifted his shirt, untucking it out of his pants and started unbuttoning.
I squared my shoulders, aware that he could see my hardened nipples through the fabric of my dress. His eyes dropped to my breasts as he assessed my nipples to see how turned on I was.
When his shirt came off, I extended my hand and he moved toward me. The silver rings on my fingers shone under the dim light in the bedroom as I touched him. His velvet smooth skin was as delicious as honey. The muscles on his chest rippled as he allowed me to touch, and my fingers traveled down the center of his chest, down his belly and closer to the top of his trousers. He clutched my hand.
“Give me something,” he said, in a hoarse, gruff voice. Even though he had embarrassed me the previous time, I was still brave. I forgot about what happened previously. I wanted to try my luck again.
With a flick, I drew the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders. My bare breasts popped out. I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Casper swayed when he saw them – my pink, erect nipples, the swell and curves of my breasts as they swung in front of him.
In a flash, he had one in his mouth. I had dreamed so intensely about his mouth on my nipples that I yelped with pleasure when I felt his teeth tugging gently at them.
His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to his rock-solid cock. I could feel it between my legs, pushing up against my dress as he sucked at my breasts.
With my hands, I grabbed his sandy blond hair, tugging as he suckled, pinched, and pulled my nipples with just his mouth. He alternated between my breasts, giving them both the same attention.
“You are delicious,” he murmured.
In response, I found my hands traveling down, unzipping his pants. He helped me, too, pulling out his belt and flinging it to the floor. His pants fell at his ankles, and his cock launched at me again.
I gasped, because even though I had seen it before, I’d forgotten its enormity.
“Don’t worry, it won’t bite,” he said with a laugh when he heard me gasp. Our eyes met again, and he saw the look in mine, the look that told him that I couldn’t wait. I wanted him inside me.
“This needs to go,” he said, and before I knew what he meant, he had grasped the top of my dress and ripped it down the center. Nobody had ever done that to me before. The audacity! My mouth hung open as my tattered dress slipped off my body and fell to the floor. My hands flew to my mouth in surprise as well.
No apologies either. Casper stepped in closer. We were both naked now, and he grabbed me by my waist again.
“That was for when you ran away from me, from my office,” he said, eyeing the torn dress at my ankles. His breath blew the curls off my face to the side as he stared at me. It was like he was really angry with me, but I knew he wasn’t. He was only playing.
“You laughed at me!” I said, but he covered my mouth with his, drowning out the rest of the words. We were kissing again. Finally, his hands slowly traced up the inside of my thigh.
He finally broke the kiss. “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t laughing at you, Lily. I was just pleasantly surprised by how brave you were.”
I could feel my wetness growing. I ground my hips into his. His cock thrust against my belly. I could feel it now, it was so close. I grabbed it with both hands, and Casper smiled against my mouth then pulled away.
“You’re a girl with a plan this time,” he said, his lips pressed against my cheek now as I stroked him. His cock was large and hard in my hands. I had no control over it; the thing had a mind of its own.
“I’m not taking any chances this time,” I said, and our eyes met again. His turned a dark blue, glassy and narrowed, focused on my face. His smile disappeared. The man meant business now.
“Turn around,” he growled, like I had done something wrong. Like I had unleashed the beast in him.
I barely had the chance to process his words before he caught me by my waist and flipped me around. I fell against the bed, but grabbed one of the bedposts in time. Casper was clutching my butt with his hands, unaware of me, focused entirely on what his cock wanted.
“You’re going to come for me,” he commanded and thrust himself into me.
I shrieked from the pleasure of having his entire length slide into me with no warning. My hands tightened around the wooden post. Casper was driving into me, pumping himself repeatedly. His legs slapped against my butt cheeks as he thrust in and out with a force that I could never have imagined.
He was right. I was going to come. I’d wanted and waited for this from the first moment I had set my eyes on him. I could not have imagined it to be this good. He stroked me easily. He found the spot. He was tilting his hips to reach it, over and over again. My breasts bounced from the motion, and my body shook. I was going to come in a matter of minutes. How was this even possible?
Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair, and he yanked my head toward him gently like he was riding a horse. That was it. I was going to explode.
I heard myself scream as I came. My body shook and quivered from the sensation. I felt him shoot inside me, too. His grunts grew louder, and he held onto me as we orgasmed together.
I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. My body and mind were both still reeling from what just happened. Sex had never felt this way before. It had never been this easy for any man to make me come. And I was still coming.
Casper was still inside me, pumping while my body shook from the force of my orgasm. Once it stopped, I was going to come again.