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“I want to fuck you. And taste you. Make you scream in pleasure. He only gives you pain. Let me make you feel good. I’ll have you coming in thirty seconds.”

She giggles softly. “You may be overstating your skills, Jagger. Thirty seconds? That’s ridiculous.”

“Move over to this seat.”

I point to my left because, while I don’t care if he knows, if she sees him watching what I’m going to do to her, it’ll ruin the moment for her. I undo her seatbelt and she moves to the other seat, as I stare at her with obvious interest. She looks stunning in a black skirt that falls mid-thigh, and a tight white button down short-sleeve shirt that has her beautiful tits making my mouth water.

“Thirty seconds. Do you want to bet on whether I can make it happen?”

“It’s impossible, Jagger. It takes me forever, anyway.”

I could argue with her but, instead, decide to show her what I say is true. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, and she immediately moans lightly into my mouth. Sliding my tongue against hers elicits a sweet little whimper from her throat, that makes me want to take her to the bedroom and slam inside her, but I continue with my plan.

Dragging my fingers up her skirt, I dig into her soft skin, and she parts her thighs for me as I continue kissing her. Sliding my hand under her panties, I quickly find her clit, and she reacts immediately with another beautiful moan.

I pull back from our kiss, not because I ever want to stop, but because I want to see her face when she comes apart for me.

Circling her clit, I know she’s close when she starts bucking her hips, chasing the pleasure.

“Jagger,” she moans quietly, obviously aware we aren’t alone on this damn plane. I wish we were.

“That’s it, filthy girl. Come for me. Let me see how beautiful you are when you explode.”

I push a finger inside her pussy, so I can feel her orgasm and not just see it. She clenches down on my digit as she moans her release, biting down on her lip, trying to stifle it, when I glance up as I hear footsteps, and notice Erik standing there and watching his ex-girlfriend come apart for me. Now that I’ve seen that beautiful blush on her face, the way her eyes blaze with pleasure, and have felt her pussy gripping my finger, it’s officially over. She’s mine now. He lost his chance. Without saying a word to either of us, he mutters, “Goddamn it,” under his breath and walks away.

I pull my finger out of her pussy and shove it into her mouth. “Suck.”

She wraps her tongue around my finger, and does as she’s told. Fucking beautiful. I slide my hand into her hair and wind it around my fist, and slam my lips to hers aggressively. Tasting her pussy on her tongue is enough to make me lose my fucking mind. And then she tangles her hands in my hair, and I know I’m fucking done. I have no idea why that jackass made the comments he did about her physical appearance, but from where I sit, she’s the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching. I plan to do it again, and make her come all over my cock, but then everything changes in an instant.

She covers her face with horror.

“Oh my god. I can’t. This isn’t me. I’m sorry. I need to move seats.”

So close, but so fucking far. She undoes her seatbelt and jumps up, and moves to another seat. Not beside Erik, but also no longer within my reach.

For fuck’s sake. I don’t know how to get this woman, because I’m not used to having to work to get one. They come easily, and the delusional fuck that I am, I thought making her come would make her want more, not cause her to run from me.

CHAPTER NINE

MCKINLEY

This tour is apparently one party after another and, for some reason, I have no choice but to go. I’d rather curl up with a good book and call it a night. After changing my clothes three times, Erik comes into the bedroom with a scowl on his face.

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

I look down at my black jeans and matching t-shirt, and glance at him with regret.

“What do you want me to wear?”

He steps closer to me and pulls his fist back. He’s going to hit me again. I don’t move, and I don’t flinch. I learned at a young age to not avoid the attack. It only makes it worse. Releasing his fist, he turns to walk away and stops before he storms out of the room.

“A skirt. Look like a fucking girl. A fat girl,” he blurts out as he slams the door behind him.

I get undressed and go into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror. Here comes the self loathing.A face too fat. Arms too big. My stomach is the worst. Flab.It’s the reason why my boyfriend hates me. He used to look at me with affection. Now, it’s pure disgust. I pinch the fat around my waist as the tears roll down my cheeks.

Like the crazy person I am, I talk to my reflection.

“He’s right. You’re disgusting. Why would any man want to be with you? You’re repulsive.”

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