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  “This is it. One of our Boeings,” she explains, leading the way inside the hangar. He trails behind her a few steps, and I’m almost sure that he’s looking at her ass flex as she walks. Well, it’s not like I can blame him; I’m doing the same right now. There’s something about Daphne that just crushes political correctness and makes blood boil.

  “It’s big,” Ares comments, still walking behind her. “Do you like big things, Daphne?”

  Motherfucker, I can’t believe he’s talking to her like this. But what could I possibly be expecting? This is Ares Strong I’m talking about; it’s not like he’s known for his subtlety. But, still, what the hell is he thinking? Coming on so strong when so much hangs in the balance? Oh, I hope this blows up right in his face, I really do.

  “I like big money ... among other things,” is Daphne’s quick response, and then she starts walking up the stairs that lead to the Boeing’s entrance, the one next to the cockpit.

  “Do you like skipping out on dinner as well?” he asks her, and I feel my eyes widening in surprise. I knew it; he's been spying on me all along. See what I told you? I’m just fighting back against this asshole.

  The moment Ares steps foot inside the Boeing, Daphne turns on her heels to face him and gives him a cold-blooded stare.

  “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” Her voice is flat and emotionless, but I can feel a hint of anger in it. Daphne isn’t he kind of woman that likes being controlled.

  “Just asking. I was at Masa the other day, and the waiter was pretty astonished that a big name apparently decided not to show up after pushing for a same day reservation. Turns out he was talking about Lucas and you.”

  “Have you been spying on me?” she throws at him, and now she’s not even trying to hide the anger dripping from her words.

  “Spying on you? Ah, please. I keep tabs on Lucas; he’s my competitor. Don’t blame me if you decided to go on a little date with him.” He’s trying to deflect her, but the look on Daphne’s face tells me that she won’t be placated this easily. She closes the distance between him and taps two fingers against his chest, making the cam on his lapel shake slightly.

  “You tried to spy on us,” she lowers her voice, a threat hiding behind her words. “What do you think I am? A plaything that you own?”

  “Daphne, I --”

  “Don’t give me your bullshit excuses, Ares. You think you can own the whole world, but let me tell you this: your cocky attitude isn’t impressing me that much.” There are a few seconds of silence, and I can almost hear the gears turning inside Ares’ mind.

  “Oh, and did Lucas impress you? Because he sure as hell has nothing on me, you know?” Here we go; he simply couldn’t resist to throw a punch at me. Even when we’re apart, it seems that I’m on his mind all the time.

  “Seems to me you’re all talk, Ares. No substance,” she tells him, taking her fingers off of his chest and grinning. Is she… teasing him? What the fuck?

  “All talk? Oh, you have no idea what you’re saying,” he chuckles, taking one step toward her. She looks up into his eyes and, even though there’s a defiant edge to them, I see something else there… Desire?

  “Yeah? Why don’t you prove me wrong then?” With that, she runs her fingers up his jacket, pulling him close into her. I almost turn away from the screen; I can’t believe this is happening. Jesus.

  “Oh, I’ll prove you wrong alright,” he whispers, his voice heavy, and I can almost see what’s going to happen next. Except, of course, I can’t: Daphne’s fingers run up Ares jacket and over his lapel, and I see the image shaking as she brushes them against the spy-cam. The image trembles some more, and all I see is dark as the cam falls onto the floor. I hear Ares’ voice saying something and then, I can’t tell if by accident or on purpose, one of Daphne’s high heels fills the whole screen and she smashes the camera under her foot.

  Fuck!

  13

  Daphne

  I was expecting him to come with guns blazing, all of his cockiness on display, and I wasn’t wrong. Ares showed up late (of course) and he didn’t waste any time; he started hitting on me right from the start, his smart devilish eyes devouring my body. Maybe I’m to blame there; I picked a skirt and blouse combination that I knew would leave him salivating.

  What I wasn’t expecting was for him to be so straightforward… He straight up confessed he spied on Lucas and I. I should be mad (and, don’t get me wrong, I really am mad) but, more than that, I’m curious. I can’t help but wonder how he felt when Lucas and I didn’t show up for dinner. Was he jealous? Oh, I bet he was ... I bet he worried about all the dirty things I could be doing with Lucas.

  Ah, men, they’re so predictable, aren’t they? They say that women are the jealous ones, but that’s not exactly the truth; given the chance, men are much more possessive than any woman can be. It’s in their nature.

  “Prove me wrong, then,” I defy him. Placing both my hands on his chest, my fingers hooked on his shirt, I push him back against the door that leads to the cockpit. I press my breasts against his chest, my eyes never leaving his, and I feel his cock hardening against my leg in a fraction of a second. I feel a shiver going up my spine as I realize that this might be my lucky day; his hard cock seems to be as big as Lucas’.

  “You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” I whisper, one of the hands I have on his chest sliding all the way down. My fingers go over his belt, and then I flatten my hand against his crotch, pressing hard against the bulging shape of his cock just to feel if he’s as thick as he’s long. “Mm, seems like it.”

  “You’re one of a kind, aren’t you?” he asks me, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. I gasp as he does it, but my devilish grin never leaves my lips. His eyes fall to my lips then, and he surrenders to the urge to taste me.

  “Glad you figured that out…” I say as he leans into me, closing my eyes as he brushes his lips against mine. He kisses me softly at first, but I take charge quickly; parting his lips with my tongue, I slide it inside his mouth and use it to dance around his own. Our kiss grows frenzied, and before I know it, he has both his hands on my ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks.

  “You’re right,” he suddenly says, his cock so hard that it’s stretching the fabric of his pants to the limit, “I’ve been dying for this.” With that, he grabs both my wrists and turns on his heels fast, changing positions with me and pinning me against the door. My back hits the door with a dull thump, and he leans into me and kisses my lips once more, there’s a kind of coiled intensity to the way he does it.

  At the same time, he places one hand right above my knee and, moving it slowly, slides it under the hemline of my skirt. His fingers trail over my smooth skin, and he only stops when he has the palm of his hand tightly pressed against the wetness between my thighs.

  “Tell me,” he starts, leaning in so that his lips are brushing against my right ear, “were you this wet with Lucas?” I don’t even know why in the world he’s asking me this, but I don’t hesitate; if he wants to talk about Lucas while his hand is on my pussy, I can do that.

  My hand darts to his crotch again, and this time I don’t flatten my hand against his cock; instead, I curl my fingers around it, squeezing it harshly. “Why? Does talking of Lucas get you hard?” I whisper right back at him, my words filled with mischievousness. His eyes widen as I say it, and I feel his cock throb suddenly against my fingers. Oh, did I hit a nerve just now? Touché.

  “You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you, Daphne…? Maybe I’ll have to shut you up.”

  “Oh, and how do you think you’re going to do that?” I ask him, tightening my grip on his cock so much that he struggles against the urge to groan.

  “That’s … an easy question to answer.” He takes one hand back to my hair and, yanking, forces me to go down. I resist at first, but then lower myself until my knees are touching the floor. I look up at him, narrowing
my eyes as a flicker of lust dances there, and his cock throbs in response.

  “I see,” I simply whisper, placing both my hands on his knees and running them up his legs. I stop right over his belt, hooking my fingers on his shirt and un-tucking it. My fingers move under his shirt and wander to his abs, and I trace their contour as I hold my breath; what is it with these billionaires? How do they find the time to sculpt their bodies into such perfection? I mean, Ares doesn’t even have a six-pack; he has an eight-pack! Ahem, it’s not like I’m complaining, alright? I’m the real winner here.

  Biting on my lower lip, I unbuckle his belt slowly and then pull it out from its loop. I let it slip from my fingers and it hits the floor right between my knees, and then I undo the top button on his pants and pull his zipper down. His cock pushes back against his boxer briefs, eager to be released, and I feel my eyes widening as I realize just how big Ares is.

  No wonder Ares and Lucas are rivals; it seems that even their cocks are fighting to see which one is bigger. Wonderful—my lucky day indeed.

  Running my tongue over my lips, already anticipating how it’ll feel when his cock is inside my mouth, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs. I’m about to push them down his legs when I stop, drawn by the throbbing shape under the fabric of his underwear. I start leaning in unconsciously, tilting my head sideways; before I even know what I’m doing, I have my open mouth pressed against the shape of his cock, and I’m sucking his huge member over his boxers.

  Ares has both his hands on my head, but there’s no pressure to his touch; he’s simply feeling my soft movements, his breathing growing harder with each passing second. Finally getting a hold of myself, I pull my mouth back from his boxers and tug on them, pushing them and his pants down his legs. He kicks off his shoes then, one at a time, and then steps out from his pants, his huge cock casting a long shadow over my face.

  I turn my gaze up to look at the thick mast between his legs, my mind burning with possibilities. When I was with Lucas, I was afraid that it would be impossible to fit a cock that big inside of me … but now I know better.

  I reach for his cock and lay my fingertip on his shaft; running it all the way down his long inches, I then open up my hand and cup his balls, smiling as I feel their weight. Their size matches that of his cock, and I can only wonder about how much cum they’re busy producing right now. Gallons, I’d say. Or even more; you can never tell with men like him.

  I massage his balls softly, my smile turning into a grin as I hear Ares’ breathing growing heavier and heavier. My fingers go up his cock once more, but this time, I stop on the middle of his shaft and finally curl my fingers around his thickness.

  Stroking him gently, I flick my wrist and move my hand up and down the length of his cock. I lean in at the same time, parting my lips and allowing my tongue to reach for his tip; I close my eyes the moment I touch it, its saltiness inundating me at once and making me feeling lightheaded.

  My tongue dances in slow circles around the head of his cock, and I close my eyes for an instant, allowing my mind to savor his manly raw scent. I keep on doing it for God knows how long, taking my time and being patient, but then I hear a voice inside of me asking for more ... so much more.

  “Didn’t you say you were going to shut me up?” I ask him teasingly, looking up at him. “Looks like I’m the one doing all the work here…” He grins at me, tangling his fingers in my hair, and I feel his cock throbbing against my tongue.

  “Oh, I’m a man of my word.” Grabbing his own member with his free hand, he angles it downward until it’s right in front of my mouth and then he brushes its tip against my parted lips. He moves his cock from one corner of my mouth to the other, doing it over and over again, his movements lulling me into a trance-like state. Then he just thrusts out of the blue, pulling me into him at the same time.

  I open my mouth wide by instinct, allowing his cock to roll over my tongue. It goes all the way in, only stopping when it meets the back of my throat, and I feel a shiver going up my spine.

  He doesn’t even need to guide my movements; I just start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, my unconscious mind taking the steering wheel as I slide my lips up and down his shaft. My eyes roll in their orbits as I savor his long thickness, the flavor of his flesh on my tongue like a forbidden pleasure.

  “I hope your pussy is as tight as your mouth,” he exhales sharply, succumbing to the way I suck him. I pop his cock out of my mouth at that, smiling as I look into his eyes.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” I promise him, my hand once again flying up and down the length of his shaft. Without a word more, I dive forward again, gobbling up his huge member in a fraction of a second. I do it fast and hard, sucking until I feel his cock pulsing almost too violently against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks.

  Yanking harder on my hair, he pushes my head back and groans at the same time, his cock popping out of my mouth quickly. His whole body tenses up and he even stops breathing, trying to stop from cumming. I drove him very close to the edge and, if he hadn’t stopped when he did, my mouth would now be filled to the brim with his cum. And I wouldn’t mind, not at all. But I guess we can postpone the grand finale, can’t we?

  “Come here,” he groans, grabbing me by one wrist and pulling me up to my feet. I press my body against his the moment I’m standing up and, resting my hands on his shoulder, push his jacket down his arms. It falls down his body easily, and then I get to work by unbuttoning his shirt, except I don’t have the patience to do it. Instead, I just grab the fabric of his shirt and pull it on opposite sides, making all the buttons pop out in a rush. Then, his ripped chest finally revealed, he takes his shirt off and throws it on top of his other clothes.

  Standing naked right in front of me, his cock pressed against my inner thigh, Ares takes his hands to my waist and pushes me back. Never breaking eye contact, he reaches for the handle on the door behind him and turns it, pushing the door open. He then grabs my hand and pulls me inside the cockpit; grabbing me by the hips, he forces me to turn on my heels and throws me forward, making me bend over the enormous panel of the Boeing.

  Swear to God, even though I’ve been CEO of this company for quite some time now, I’ve never been with a man inside a plane, especially inside a cockpit. Too bad we’re still on the ground, or else I’d be on my way to become a member of the mile-high club. Well, it’s a start.

  “I love the sight from here,” he whispers, coming up behind me and laying his hands on my ass. He bunches up my dress around my waist, baring my ass, and then presses his cock right between my ass cheeks, my thong the only barrier between my body and his mast.

  “You talk too much,” I tell him, looking back at him over my shoulder. With that, I thrust back, pressing my ass against his cock with all my strength. He groans harshly and, moving fast, flicks my thong to the side.

  “Let’s cut to the chase then,” he groans again, pushing his cock down until his shaft is pressed against my pussy lips. The moment the tip of his cock is between my folds, he doesn’t hesitate; he thrusts hard and without mercy, all of his inches straining against my inner walls on the way in.

  I moan as he pierces me, his thickness unleashing hell inside both my mind and body. Luckily, I’ve already had some experience with Lucas, and my mind already knows how to handle a huge cock without trying. It’s not a walk in the park, though; handling a cock as big as this takes some … fortitude. Both mental and physical.

  Gritting my teeth, I place the palm of my hands on the dashboard in front of me and slam my body back against Ares, forcing his cock to go as deep as is humanly possible. My moan turns into a scream as that happens, but I just push through and start rocking my body back and forth, smacking my ass against his hips as I impale myself on his cock over and over again. I do it rhythmically, every time I move a pleasant buzz taking over my mind, drops of pleasure infiltrating my bloodstream as my heart races faster and faster.

  I only slow down my rhy
thm to tease him again. “I’m doing everything here, Ares…” I whisper at him, a devious grin on my lips. He doesn’t even reply; he just grins back at me and slides one hand over my back, his fingertips crawling up the nape of my neck before he grabs at my hair. Holding me still, he starts to thrust so ferociously that the sound of flesh-on-flesh becomes almost too overwhelming, my brain struggling to keep up the pace as an avalanche of sensations hit me at once.

  “Any complaints now?” he groans, his body moving so fast that it’s a struggle not to fall forward and collapse on top of the dashboard. I open my mouth to reply, but no words come out; my brain is too busy and, besides, my throat seems to only be able to moan and scream right now.

  “Yeah… one complaint...” I finally manage to say, pushing one word out at a time. “I… want it… harder…” I groan, another moan taking over my voice then.

  “Happy to fucking oblige,” he replies, slamming his cock so furiously into my pussy that I topple forward, my elbows falling on top of the panel in front of me. He moves one hand around my waist at the same time, his fingers trailing down between my thighs, and he presses hard right on my clit. The moment he presses on me down there, it’s as if thorns made of fire and electricity climb up my spine, wrapping around it and squeezing tight.

  “Fuck,” I groan under my breath, feeling my muscles tense up to the point that they’re close to snapping me. My inner walls close in on Ares’ shaft and an orgasm hits me before I even feel myself dangling over the edge of pleasure’s cliff.

  Electricity runs through my muscles furiously, making them twitch all at once; I’m gritting my teeth but, even so, I’m moaning so hard that my lungs hurt from the effort. It’s painful and, at the same time, it feels so gloriously delicious that it’s almost like I’m in a whole new dimension.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? There’s more where that came from,” I hear Ares say, his voice coming at me as if he’s standing on the other side of the universe. But then, as he slowly starts sliding his cock out of my pussy, I open my eyes and I’m brought back to the real world.