Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(119)

Jace pulled me upwards by my hair hard enough that I gasped and almost came for him right there on my knees. He grabbed me by the throat and squeezed, hard enough to remind me how strong he was, how powerful, and how my life was literally in his hands

“You looked like a princess today, Kendall. Let’s see what a princess sounds like when she’s getting fucked to within an inch of her life.”

Jace kissed me rough and deep, stealing what little breath I had left, and stood, pulling me up too. He marched me in front of him, his hand still firmly gripping my hair, across to behind the couch of this luxuriously appointed private jet.

The back of the sofa was right at hip-height for me, and Jace bent me over it until my forehead was touching the cushion on the other side, presenting my ass for him to do whatever he wanted with me. I could hardly wait.

“Don’t move. If you do, I’ll make you pay,” he said in a harsh whisper.

I almost moved just so he would make me pay, but somehow managed to keep myself still as I stayed there in this most vulnerable of positions. I had no idea what he was doing, but my panties couldn’t take much more of this anticipation. It wouldn’t be long before I felt a trickle of my own natural lubricants dribbling down the inside of my thigh. My God, he made me hot for him.

It was only a few seconds later that I felt his presence behind me again with something that bordered on a sixth sense. His cock was so close to my pussy, and I could feel that heat and attraction like a magnetic pull. It was like we were practically fated to fuck.

The next thing I knew, Jace’s hands were on my thighs, pulling up my wedding dress to expose my legs before he flipped the bunched-up material over my back. I moaned when he cupped my hot sex through my panties, seeing for himself just how wet he’d already made me.

“Damn, you are my little slut, aren’t you?”

“All yours, baby!” I said.

Jace gave me a tiny rub and my panties slid freely against my sex. I was desperate to feel him inside me, to end my single day of never-ending celibacy and fuck me so hard that afterwards he might have to carry me all the way to the threshold of wherever we were going from the airplane.

His fingers curled around the waistband of my bridal panties and tugged them down. When I felt his hot breath on my ass cheeks I knew he’d knelt down behind me to get a perfect view of the pussy he’d claimed as his own in every way possible one more time before he claimed it again.

Jace ‘mmmm’d his appreciation. “Your pussy is fucking perfect. You were born to be fucked.”

Even if I had wanted to argue, I wouldn’t have had time before he buried his face between my legs. I squealed with pleasure as he started lapping up the pussy juices that had already begun to escape now that my panties were out of the way.

His rough stubble touched my sensitive skin all around his furiously lapping tongue and it was difficult to tell which tingles were from that and which were my own body’s reaction to his expert licking. I grasped at the cushions and shuffled my feet outwards to give him easier access to work his magic on me.

It was lucky I was bent over a couch, otherwise my legs might have buckled under me more than once as Jace licked, sucked and kissed his way in and around my eager pussy. The heavily-muscled billionaire was a master at teasing me with his tongue and I was so far gone in the throes of lust that I wouldn’t have been surprised if the pilot was frantically searching for a way to turn up the volume on the engines.

For my part, I could barely hear them anymore as my breaths began to hitch and a humming grew in my ears. The universe was collapsing down to focus on my clit and I was moments away from a big bang when Jace pulled back. I almost screamed in frustration.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, fuck me!” I begged.

I heard the quiet chuckle of an evil mastermind as Jace slowly rose to his feet, running one finger up the inside of my left leg, catching an errant trickle of my arousal that had escaped his furiously lapping tongue. Leaning forward so that his fat cock nestled between my ass cheeks, he slipped that finger inside my mouth so I could have one more piece of evidence about how ready to be fucked I was.

“Good girl,” he repeated.

I smiled at the praise, my teeth gently digging into his finger as I finished licking it clean. He started to pull it out and I held on for a fraction of a second before letting him go. I couldn’t see his face in this position, but I could imagine the one-sided smirk.

With his cock still pressing against me, I felt his hand rub my ass cheek in a slow circle for a few seconds before he pulled away and…

Smack!

I yelped and then clamped my mouth shut against the surge of bliss that shocked me from between my legs. It wasn’t fair, he was teasing me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like forever, but if I was going to climax, I wanted him inside me when it happened.