But the second she gets her groove, she takes more of me until I’m hitting the back of her throat, her eyes watering with each inch of me she swallows up.
I hold onto the sides of her head, my fingers weaved through her hair, and force her onto my cock. I slam down her throat, and she doesn’t protest one fucking bit.
Instead, she opens wider and spreads her tongue over the bottom of my cock.
June braces herself with one arm and uses her other to grip the base of my shaft, circling and tightening her hold on me. She moans against me, and it’s everything I can do to stay fucking put together.
“You like the way I fill you, don’t you, my pretty girl?” I thrust into her.
“Mmm,” she mumbles against my shaft, the vibration of her voice nearly sending me over the edge.
“You feel so fucking amazing.” I fuck her face deeper. “You’re doing such a good job.”
June moans and it’s my undoing. I slam into her, spilling my load down the back of her throat. I pull out to give her a chance to fucking breathe and finish coming on her pretty little face. She swallows and licks her lips, her mouth hungry to get every last drop of me.
I exhale and let the bliss course through me, my cock still throbbing at the edge of her mouth.
She wipes at her cheek and dips her fingers into her mouth. “Mmm.”
I shake my head. “You, are something fucking else.” I exhale and sit back on my heels.
“Yeah, but you love me for it.”
There are a million reasons why I love this beautiful woman in front of me, and that one is very high on the list.
June props herself up against a pillow and rubs her wet fingers over her still-soaked pussy. "Want to go again?"
I grin at her and a chuckle flows out of my chest. “You’re kidding?”
She teases her entrance and then spreads it open. "What do you think? Am I joking?" Her sultry gaze doesn't leave mine.
I flit my attention between her and her glistening pink center. “We’re going to be so late.” I stalk forward, press my lips to hers, and shove my already hardening cock back into its home—deep inside her.
19
JUNE
Dominic and I finally arrive at what I thought was an airport, but it's not what I expected, not really. Instead of long security lines and a bunch of tired people waiting to board their flights, we pull straight onto the runway and get out of the blacked-out SUV and walk directly to a small plane. Small being super relative considering planes are fucking massive in general. I thought we were flying first class or something, not on a private fucking jet.
“This way,” Dominic tells me while holding my hand and slinging my bag over his shoulder. He passes it off to the man standing at the base of a set of stairs that leads up to the plane.
“Afternoon, Mr. Adler.” The man nods at him.
“Frances,” Dominic greets him. “This is June, she’ll be accompanying me today.”
Frances tips his hat. “Pleasure is all mine, Miss June. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance to you.”
"Uh, thank you," I say, unsure how to greet this man. There are so many random people I come into contact with because of the guys’ work, and they all side-eye me when I try to befriend them and care about stuff like their damn birthdays. I still haven't figured out Alec’s, and he drives me around almost every day. I’ll have to just ask him myself and deal with the guys being mad at me about it, not like it puts me in danger by asking a simple question.
I realize they’re employees or whatever, but they’re still human beings. And it’s not like they get days off for special occasions or holidays. The least I could do is get them a Christmas card or something.
“Go on,” Dom tells me. “I’m right behind you.”
I latch onto the cold metal of the railing and make my way up the stairs. It creaks under me and the more I get off the ground, the more unsteady I become. I've never had an issue with heights in the past. Hell, Co and I used to climb onto rooftops to look at the stars, and one time we were nearly arrested after we climbed the local water tower. We were able to get down before the cops came, but damn was it a close call. The idiots had their flashing lights and sirens on, and we could see them from miles away, giving us plenty of time to escape.
Coen. Memories from another life—from another boy. He is not that same person anymore, but neither am I. I shouldn’t fault him for changing, but what if the new version of him is something I cannot live with? The idea of losing a love I’ve held on to for so long aches something fierce in my chest. I used to think there wasn’t anything we couldn’t get through, but I’m not so sure anymore.
I step inside the plane and turn to my right, considering I don’t exactly plan on flying this thing. I glance at the cockpit but all the buttons and knobs immediately send panic flowing through me. How can someone possibly remember what all of those do? I guess it’s like driving a car though, right? When I was little, I couldn’t wrap my head around the levers and steering wheel and gearshift. But now, I do it without effort. Maybe I’m only rattled by the idea of operating a plane because I have no idea how to do it. And unfamiliar territory is bound to stir up some uncomfortable or irrational thoughts.