Page 28 of Mr. Monroe

Forcing my eyes open, I pulled my hands away from his cock and set them on his chest, pushing him back so that he was sitting on the table, bracing his weight on his hands.

“Someone might walk in on us,” he said, raising his ebony eyebrow at me as I knelt in front of him and set my thumbs in the dimples of his hips, licking my lips at the sight of the erect cock before me.

I glanced up at him and blinked a few times as I gripped his cock, and massaged my hand up and down his length once more as I squeezed gently.

“Do you think I have anything to be ashamed of?” I said, pitching my voice low as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the small divot in his hip. “Because I don’t.”

“No,” he said, holding my gaze as he twisted around to pull the intercom on the table toward him. “No, I don’t.”

My lips skated over his smooth, toned skin, chasing the kisses with a soft pass of my tongue.

“Katherine,” he said, his voice hoarse and throaty as he bit down on the inside of his lip, “we’re not going to need any service in the main cabin for a while. Ms. Hoover and I are in a meeting for the foreseeable future, so if you could—” He jerked suddenly as I took his velvety tip into my mouth. I grinned up at him as best I could with my mouth full of him, even as I took him deeper. Hell, this man was so damn sexy, even his dick was beautiful.

“Yes, Mr. Monroe?” Katherine, the flight attendant, answered him.

“So,” he said, his voice shaky, “would you please hold back on the meal I’ve asked you to prepare until I call you in?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Monroe. I’ll keep the champagne on ice for you both.”

“Thank you.” He pressed the button on the intercom to cut the connection between us and the galley, and I pulled my mouth away from him, licking my lips. “I have half a mind to walk away from this now that you’ve made another phone call right as I started going down on you.”

He looked down at me, openmouthed in disbelief. “You’ve got to be fucking with me.”

I bit down on my lip as I rubbed the tiny drop of precum over the tip of his cock, moving my thumb in the slow, circular motions I used on myself when I needed to get off. “Oh, I am,” I said, leaning forward and dragging my tongue along his length in a slow, practiced motion. “And soon, I’ll be fucking you.”

He gave a shaky sigh of relief, bringing his hand up to his face. “Jesus, Nat. Holy shit.”

I was proud at the sound of tension that had filled his voice once more, and I took him even deeper. His enormous cock was brushing the back of my throat, and I might’ve gagged if I hadn’t been able to relax into the feeling. I’d had a decent amount of practice doing this, and the ability to do so practically made me high on the power of turning him on.

I shut my eyes, humming softly in enjoyment. I loved the salty taste of his skin and the dewy drops of fluid that emerged from the slit at the head of his cock. I caught each one on my tongue and drank them down, feeling myself growing more and more drenched by the moment.

He shook violently at the feeling of the vibrations from the back of my throat, and his fingers curled into my long, blond hair. I sucked harder, and his fingers tightened into the locks, looping them around his fingers so that he kept them out of my lips and teeth. “You keep doing that,” he groaned, “and I won’t last much longer.”

“Good,” I said around his dick, humming again and leaning into the feeling of fullness in my mouth. The power was a heady feeling, enough to make me want to come all over my own hand. I lost myself in the feeling of having him in my mouth, and my fingers crept down my front so that they slid under the waistband of my suede pants and found my clit, moving them in that familiar circle.

I was shocked when my hand was pulled out of my pants, and I looked up in surprise at where Spencer was staring down at me.

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “No. If you own my climax, I’m going to own yours. But don’t worry; you won’t have long to wait.”

The surprise dissipated, leaving me even hotter and wetter than before. The arousal settled into my groin like a powerful weight, leaving me almost in pain.

If he couldn’t last much longer, neither could I. I needed him inside me urgently.

“Nat,” he groaned, pulling his head forward so that his cock was brushing the back of my throat. “Nat, I can’t last—”

Good. I lifted my top lip from my teeth, allowing them to brush ever so softly over the ridges of his cock.

He jerked violently, emitting a moan that seemed to come from the bottoms of his heels. My throat was flooded with the hot, salty taste of his seed, and I relished the feeling for a moment before swallowing it.

He panted heavily as he stared down at me, holding my gaze as I dragged my tongue over my lips, catching every last drop of him.

He was still for so long that I half expected him to pull me back up to my feet so that I was face-to-face with him once more, but that wasn’t what happened.

Before I knew it, he was on the floor with me, grabbing my face and pressing his lips to mine, merging our breath. I sighed into his mouth, opening under him and accepting his tongue as it moved and darted in.

We didn’t disconnect as he bore me down to my back, moving his hands up under my sweater and the sheer lacy material of the bra I wore underneath it as he placed himself between my legs. I was amazed at what I felt there, opening fully to him and draping my foot over his ass. “No recovery period?” I asked.

“Don’t need one,” he said, moving down my body as he slid his hands under the waistband of my pants. “Not with you.”

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