I couldn’t fight this for a second longer.
Jo Spade needed to be mine.
I didn’t know the ramifications of that decision, I didn’t know what our future would look like, I didn’t know how her father was going to react or how that would affect me—or us—but I had to be with her.
Because it was agonizing to be without her.
“You miss me?” she whispered.
“Those words aren’t nearly strong enough.” I gripped the armrests, so I wouldn’t reach across the table and lift her from her seat. “I understand why you didn’t tell me. I wish you had, I wish that weight weren’t between us, but I get it.” I studied her gorgeous face. “If you still want to be with me, then I need to find a way to talk to your father. I don’t want to hide this from him.” I took a deep breath. “I don’t want to hide us.” Our conversations were replaying in my head—each time she’d spoken about what she wanted and every time I’d told her it wouldn’t work.
“I put myself through hell when I walked away from you. Every single day has been a reminder of what I lost. From the meeting in your father’s office right before we left and throughout this entire trip—it’s all been fucking torture.”
Emotion filled her eyes as I said, “I don’t want to live without you, Jo.”
“Jenner … I …” She swallowed and glanced out the window, her hand moving to her chest.
A sharp pain blasted through me as I tried to read her expression, fearing that I was too late, that she’d already moved on.
But she finally looked at me and whispered, “It’s about damn time you came to your senses.”
Her eyes confirmed what she’d said.
She wanted me.
“Get over here,” I begged.
She quickly removed her seat belt and hurried over, sitting on my lap, throwing her arms around my shoulders.
I buried my face in her neck and squeezed her with all my strength, her body fitting so perfectly against mine. Holding the back of her head, I led her lips closer, moaning the second our mouths touched. I tasted her at first. Not gently. But with the desire that had been nagging through me for weeks, and when her lips parted, my tongue slipped through the opening, getting even more of her flavor.
“Fuck me,” I hissed. “I’ve been thinking about these”—I tugged at her bottom lip and her top one—“since our last trip to Utah.”
“I wish you hadn’t waited so long to kiss me.”
I held her face steady, scanning her eyes.
“I need to know that if things get hard or tough at any point, you’re not going to dismiss me again.” She clung to the back of my hand. “I need to know I’m really what you want, Jenner.”
I pressed my forehead against hers. “Relationships are foreign to me. I don’t know how to do this. I just know how I feel about you and what it feels like to not be with you.” I gripped her cheeks even tighter. “That’s something I’m never going through again.”
“You make it sound like we’re forever.”
“We are.” I leaned back, giving her my eyes, my emotions making my heart pound. “I let you go once, and it was a mistake. One that will never happen again.” My thumbs traced the tops of her cheeks. “You’re mine. Your heart, your body, your mind—all of it, all mine.” There was one more thing bursting to come out, eating at my chest with fucking claws. “I love you, Jo.”
I’d never said those words to another woman.
But I’d also never felt this way before.
I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her.
“Jenner …” Tears dripped from her eyelids, and I immediately wiped them. “I love you.”
I kissed her again, this time much harder, and when I pulled back, I surrounded her bottom lip and bit down. “I need you. Right now.” I adjusted her placement, positioning her pussy over my cock so she could feel how hard I was. “This is what you’re doing to me.”
“Here?” A bright red flush moved across her cheeks. “On Dad’s plane?”
“In the bedroom in the back.”
She took my lip into her mouth, the same way I’d just done to her, and when she released it, she said, “What are you waiting for?”
My fucking girl.
I lifted her off my lap and led her to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. It was a small space, just enough room for us to stand, with a double bed in the center and a narrow table on one side.
Once the door was locked, I slid my arms out of my suit jacket, loosened my tie, and worked on the buttons on my shirt.
She watched me from the bed, the hungriest grin on her mouth. “I’ve missed this view.” Her stare slowly dropped all the way to my feet. “I’m just appreciating it for a second.”
I could understand that.
In fact, I could give her more.
I finished the rest of the buttons and hung my shirt over the table before unlacing my shoes and stripping off my socks and pants, leaving just my boxer briefs.
“Those too,” she said, nodding at my waist.
I dropped them down my legs and fisted my cock.
“Oh fuck, Jenner.”
“Do you want this?”
She couldn’t drag her eyes away from my dick, watching as I stroked myself. “Oh God, yes.”
“Then, get naked.”
Her shirt came flying off, and so did her bra, her pants lowering and her panties coming off with them. Within seconds, she was exactly how I wanted her.
Fucking bare.
My gaze took in her curves, the palm-sized tits that I loved to suck, her toned legs opening, fingers crawling down her body, rubbing my favorite spot.
“Jesus, Jo, you’re fucking stunning.”
She brushed her fingers across her clit.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Your tongue would feel better.”
She wanted me to lick her cunt.
A request that couldn’t be any sexier.
I knelt in the tiny space in front of the bed and pulled her ass across the mattress until her pussy reached my mouth. “I promise you”—I blew air across her, giving her just the very tip of my tongue, barely adding any pressure—“you will never forget this.”
“Jenner …” she moaned.
I breathed across her clit, just soft, normal bursts of air, gradually increasing the pressure. With each exhale, she quivered, rocking her hips, trying to get more of my tongue.
But I didn’t give in.
I wanted to take my time.
I wanted to savor her pussy.
“You’re torturing me,” she cried, tugging my hair, trying to bring me closer.
I leaned back to kiss her lips, dropping as low as her entrance, rising to the peak of her clit. The view allowed me to see her whole pussy—every fold, every inch of skin, every part that needed to be licked.
“My fucking queen.” I flattened my tongue and dragged it across her, her moans all I could hear. “Keep your legs spread,” I warned, pushing them apart. “No matter what I do, I want them open. Do you hear me?”
She panted, “Yes.”
She was perfect. Every goddamn part of her. But this part—fuck me—was exceptional.
I pressed my nose against her, inhaling her. A scent as addictive as the pumpkin perfume she wore. “You smell so fucking good.”
Her skin was soft, smooth, like silk, my tongue lapping across her. And then there was the way she responded to me, how she shook when I flicked her horizontally, her body arching upward, her hips bucking.
Goose bumps rose over her flesh.
Wetness dripped.
I caught it with my tongue, spreading it across two fingers before they dived inside her. As I finger-fucked her, stretching her to get her ready for me, I circled, and I reached until I hit her G-spot.
“Oh my God!”
Her pussy was closing in around me.
She wanted the friction.
She wanted to fucking come.
“Jo, you’re getting so tight.”
I held her clit with my teeth, rolling my tongue across it.
Back and forth.
“Oh God,” she breathed. “You’re going to make me come.”
I wanted to taste it.
I wanted to feel it.
I wanted to watch her fucking shudder as I licked her.
I pulled my finger out to my nail, and then arching it higher, I slid it back in, grazing that special spot.
Her hips shifted with each pass, her fingers bearing down on my head. “Jenner!”
As she screamed and wriggled, I saw the pleasure control her.
Own her.
Completely take over.
So, I switched up the pattern, moving my tongue vertically over the top, sucking her clit when the wetness became too much.
I was going to lick away every thought in her head.
Every worry.
Every tear she’d ever shed over us.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Fuck!”
I gave her the flat wideness of my tongue, the pointy tip, the length and width of my fingers, combining it all together at once. And I took my time because even though this was for her, it was very much for me.
Having her wetness coat my face and beard and run down my throat was as good as coming.
And she was about to. Sensing she was getting far too close, I slowed down.
Her hips lifted into the air, humping to my rhythm. Moaning, she tried to pull me closer, to speed me up, but I wouldn’t budge.
I needed more of this.
I switched to my nose, rubbing it along her slit. I fucking hated that it had been so long since I’d been between her legs, soaking myself in her. I craved her pussy in ways I couldn’t explain, in ways I didn’t even understand.
And I was making up for lost time.
When the desire to taste her became stronger than just inhaling her, my tongue returned.
“Oh fuck, Jenner!”
Each word, each reaction made me lick harder.
Her hips began to sway again. Her arms reached above her, gripping the pillow like she was going to fall. Her knees bent, toes pressing into the mattress.
She was bracing herself.
And I didn’t let up, giving her clit the most relentless caressing.
I twisted my fingers. I thrust.
I licked so fucking hard and quick that I could almost feel the rush happening inside her. Especially as she turned wetter, her pussy clenching my knuckles.
Her legs closed in, and she moaned. “I need your beard.” She gasped from the roughness. “I need to feel it on my skin.” Her lower back lifted, and her hands lowered, her nails stabbing my shoulders seconds before she began to shudder. “Jenner!” She sucked in a breath. “Oh my God!”
She pulsed around me, and I gave her one last push—a speed I hadn’t used yet, knowing it would send her so far over the edge.
“Fuuuck.”
I watched her body shake, each wave coming with a new, louder moan. And as her orgasm erupted, her ass lifting after each tremor, the best feeling took over me.
There was nothing better than making your girl feel this good.
When she finally calmed, there should have been a satiated look in her eyes. But there wasn’t. There was a feral one, and she was reaching for me, leading me up the mattress until our bodies were aligned.
“This mouth”—she ran her fingers over my lips—“is lethal.”
“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.”