“It’s missed you.” I held the back of her head. “Kiss me. I want you to taste yourself.”
She briefly nibbled on her lip before our mouths slammed together, a pent-up breath releasing when our tongues touched.
Her hands were sliding around my body, tracing my chest and down my arms, across my abs until my cock was in her palm.
And so fucking slowly, she began to stroke it.
“I need you,” she whispered.
Her legs wrapped around me, leading my tip toward her pussy.
And just as her wetness began to taunt me, I remembered something.
Something that made my fist want to pound the bed.
I pulled my lips away, squeezing her cheeks. “We can’t, Jo.” I swallowed, the thought so fucking painful. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
I hadn’t brought one to Utah on purpose. I didn’t want to be tempted.
In my mind, there was no way this was going to happen.
I wasn’t going to let it.
Because no matter what I did, I couldn’t change the fact that she was Walter’s daughter.
But it had taken me this long to realize that I didn’t need to change who her father was. I just needed to find a way to make it work.
“You told me you loved me,” she said softly into my face. “Was that true?”
I pressed harder against the sides of her face, so she would feel these words as I said, “With every bit of my fucking being.”
“Then, we don’t need a condom.”
My cock throbbed at the thought.
I never went without a condom.
But there had never been a woman like Jo in my life.
“You’re on the pill?”
She nodded. “And I’m clean. I assume you are too.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I just reared my hips back and sank into her hot, tight, wet cunt, moaning, “Jo,” so fucking loud into her mouth.
The rubber had always acted as a barrier, never allowing me to truly feel the heat of a woman.
But we were skin on skin, and she was fucking sopping.
And I was overwhelmed at this level of pleasure.
Her legs tightened around me, her arms circling my shoulders, and I got up on my knees and lifted her with me, pumping into her as I held her in the air. She began to move with me, meeting me, grinding over my dick.
“Fuck me,” I roared. “You feel incredible.”
I got us to the end of the bed and sat on the edge, my feet on the plane’s floor as I straddled her over me. “Ride me.” I ravished her mouth the moment it came near me. “Own my cum like it’s yours.”
“But it is mine, Jenner.”
She teased my crown with her wetness, my fingers biting her in response, until she lowered all the way to my base.
“Goddamn it, Jo.”
I tried to find air, to push away that climax that was already threatening, to just enjoy this moment.
But some things felt too fucking good, and her pussy was one.
My neck leaned back, my eyes aimed at the cabin ceiling, my balls tightened as she turned her hips, rocking her pussy forward and back, rising every other motion.
“Fuck!”
I held her waist, lost in those delicious curves, guiding her speed.
But she didn’t need the help, nor could I control her.
This was what she wanted.
And she was fucking taking it.
As I looked at her again, her tits jumped from every bounce, her mouth opened from the pleasure. Her hair fell over her shoulders, hiding her nipples, and I leaned forward, taking one of those hard buds into my mouth.
Gnawing, sucking, licking like it was her clit.
I watched her face as she fucked me, a determination in her eyes.
There was no question in either of our minds—my cock was hers.
And she was claiming every inch of it.
Not letting up until I filled her.
“If you don’t slow down,” I warned, “you’re going to make me come.”
My fingers went to her clit, feeling the wetness that covered it, and I rubbed her.
She moaned, “You’re going to do the same to me.” Her teeth sank into my lip. “And it’s going to happen fast.”
I could see the sensation moving through her body.
I could sense it.
Because it was spreading into me.
My balls ached for a release, my body almost turning numb as she plunged over me.
“Jo.” I couldn’t hold off any longer. Not with the tightness that was taking over, not with the warmth that was swallowing me. “Fuck yes!”
Her speed increased, her hips swayed, and I swore I was going in even deeper.
“Oh, Jenner,” she cried and then screamed as I added more friction to her clit. “Fuck!”
She was unraveling.
Shuddering.
Yelling out her orgasm.
And I was right behind her.
I arched my back, driving into her, repeating the same movement until the intensity blasted through me. I grabbed her with my other arm, each stroke milking me harder.
When she pressed her lips to mine, letting me taste her orgasm, it was my turn to lose it.
Her tightness narrowed around me, and each dip sucked more cum from my cock, my load soaking into her wetness.
“Jo …”
I began to slow, and she took over, keeping up the motion until I made her stop.
My fingers left her clit, and I wrapped her in my other arm, pulling her against my chest.
When I finally caught my breath, I cupped her face, my eyes finding hers. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
Her long lashes blinked several times; her teeth found her lip.
But her smile was there.
It was always there.
“Jenner, my heart is yours.”
Twenty-Eight
Joanna
The moment Jenner was within reach, I stood on the tips of my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. As we hugged, I pressed my face to his chest, my cheek against his hard muscles. My eyes closed as my hands fisted his shirt. I inhaled as deep as I could to fill my lungs with him, his spicy cologne taking hold of me.
“Hi,” I said softly, glancing up at his face.
“Mmm. I’ve missed you.” He pressed his mouth to mine, giving me his tongue before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth—his favorite of the two. “I thought about you all day.” His hands lowered to my butt, squeezing my cheeks. “You know what didn’t help?”
I grinned, already knowing the answer. “What’s that?”
“That fucking picture you sent me.”
My head tilted back as I laughed. “About that … I’m sorry, I guess?”
While I’d been at lunch with two of my colleagues, I’d gone to the restroom, and before I dropped my thong all the way down, I’d snapped a photo and sent it to him.
“Do you know how hard it was not to drive to your office and fuck you on top of your desk?” He cupped my pussy over my dress. “Knowing I couldn’t because I didn’t want your father to get wind of me coming there.” His mouth moved to my neck. “So, that wasn’t very nice of you to tease me like that.”
I squirmed as his tongue tickled my skin. “I thought you needed a sample of what you’re going to get tonight.”