Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Cool air hits my thighs as the skirt is jerked around my waist and his hand snakes into my panties from behind, fingers dragging down through my ass cheeks before plunging into me.
“Oh God,” I moan into his mouth and then manage to shut off my words as I’m all too aware there are other people on this plane.
I think about asking Jackson if this is cool that we do this, but his fingers graze my clit, and I suddenly don’t care if anyone finds out.
I manage to get my hands between our bodies as Jackson turns slightly on the couch. I fumble at his belt, then the button and zipper of his suit pants. When I’m on official business as the princess, all the agents wear suits. Jackson ditched his jacket and tie at takeoff, and at some point, both he and Paul will change into more comfortable clothing.
But for now, I’m just happy the zipper works, and with a little maneuvering, made difficult because I’m distracted by Jackson’s mouth on mine and his fingers playing between my legs, I get his thick, long shaft into my hand. His hips flex into my touch, and he groans as I stroke him. This is something we have not done before… get each other off with just our hands. We’re both keen on oral, so the hands haven’t been used much.
But I don’t want just his fingers.
Not even just his tongue.
I want him inside me. It’s when I feel closest to him, and without a lot of thought into the matter, I push up and spread my legs to straddle him.
“What are you doing?” Jackson rasps as I lift up, hold him by the base, and pull my panties to the side. Slowly, I lower myself onto him. His hands come to my thighs, gripping them hard to halt my progress. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
“Wasn’t going to wait for one,” I pant as I rub the tip of him through my wet folds, which causes Jackson to hiss with pleasure. “I’m on the Pill, and we’ve talked enough to know… we’re both safe. We don’t need a condom.”
Jackson doesn’t answer me, but it’s clear by his expression he accepts my logic without any argument. It’s further solidified when his hands move to my hips to hold me tight and with a sharp punch upward of his hips, he drives into me.
I go boneless, falling onto him and causing him to bottom out until there’s not a fraction of a millimeter more he can fill.
My hands go to his chest for leverage, and for a moment, I’m dizzy from the sudden invasion and how absolutely perfect it feels.
Jackson’s hands shift, his palms splayed as he grips my ass. Looking up at me with an almost evil look, he says, “Time to bounce, Princess.”
My eyes flare wide.
Did he just tell me to bounce?
Lust rolls through me in waves as I look down to where we’re joined, knowing he wants me to ride that hard.
Bounce.
I have an idea. My hands move from his chest to my suit jacket. Five large buttons come undone easily. It’s designed not to have a blouse underneath, so it’s just my taupe silk bra, which causes Jackson’s eyes to fire hot when it’s revealed. I undo the front clasp, release my breasts, and shrug out of the bra. Then I take Jackson’s hands and place them on me.
The man is a master of all things sexual, and he immediately pinches my nipples, causing me to jerk.
But he said to bounce.
Placing my hands on his chest, I lean forward, and well… I bounce.
When it’s all said and done, I almost pass out from the force of the orgasm that takes me a lot faster than Jackson is ready, so I don’t mind in the slightest when he flips us so he’s on top and he fucks me hard to a second orgasm.
Noises are made—I can’t help it. It’s his name I call out, and he makes no effort to stifle it. Maybe Jackson doesn’t give a fuck anymore since Paul knows, but I’m pretty sure now the flight attendants do as well.
I’m sure that information will probably be shared with the pilots.
It will filter through the palace at some point.
And I really, really don’t care.
The fact that Jackson did nothing to hide what we were doing tells me he doesn’t care either. But why would he? His job for Bretaria is almost over.
CHAPTER 19
Jackson
Debriefing is a pain in the ass. But it’s something that must be done at the end of every mission, as it’s not only important to chronicle the events but also to memorialize the lessons we can learn from them. On top of that, my information will be fed into our AI predictive program, BOB, and that intel will be used later on similar missions.