Xavier boarded his jet with Cathleen. He kept on feeling drawn to Cathleen; he was even scared that maybe he might cross the line after tonight. He brushed it off and kept staring at his watch. He didn't want anyone with them, as Cathleen was still under whatever the fuck she was given at that party, and she couldn't stop touching herself.
When the jet was close to Miami, Xavier smiled wickedly. But then he stared at Cathleen; she was now seated in one place, opening and closing her palms. Her mouth was completely red from biting. She looked nervous. But instead, Xavier allowed himself to appreciate all of her body's dips and curves, with her black hair still tied in a ponytail. Cathleen loved tying her hair like that, and it had been torture for Xavier, but he chose not to think much about it until today. Every time Cathleen tied her hair like that, he always had thoughts of tugging on it.
Xavier looked at Cathleen and groaned, suddenly feeling the heat to spice things up. He shifted to the seat next to her. and then noticed she wasn't wearing any panties underneath her dress. He groaned again, shoved a hand into her kitty, and started to pump. It didn't take long for Cathleen to shake on the jet seat and call Xavier's name. As he heard his name coming from her mouth, Xavier closed his eyes. It was unlike the way Olivia referred to him or any other woman he had slept with over the years. This was like being called by an innocent little angel.
"Please." Xavier didn't know what made him continue to thrust his hand into her pussy even after she had come. Maybe it was the way her lips parted or the way she screamed his name as she came, her breathing faster, the heat between them, or maybe the way she said, "Please," as if begging him to continue and not stop.
"Xavier, please." That word again-the one that was tearing him into a million pieces. And then Cathleen looked at Xavier's pants. Seeing the bulge in his pants, she knew the desire to fuck was mutual. "Xavier." She called Xavier's name under her breath, and Xavier looked down at her parted lips and wished to shove his rigid cock in her mouth and thrust until he released. Xavier knew he needed her; he wanted to have her, even if it meant crossing the line for one day.
Cathleen gave Xavier one last look as she went down on her knees, finding his belt and undoing it, followed by the button on the pants. There was no underwear; his dick came into view. "It's big." Xavier shot back, avoiding unnecessary emotions.
"Is it the first time seeing it?" It should have offended Cathleen, but it didn't. She held on to his cock and started sucking on his balls. Xavier lost control; he began to thrust his cock into her mouth, swirling his hand through her ponytail and holding her in place. Cathleen gagged and needed to breathe, but Xavier fucked her mouth. When he noticed she couldn't take it anymore, he slowed down and let her suck him. When he was close to his release, he shoved one forceful thrust into her mouth and shot his seed inside her mouth. Cathleen swallowed everything. Xavier grabbed her by her hair, making her stand close to him, and tasted himself in her mouth.
It was supposed to be a taste, but the kiss deepened. Cathleen started to rub against Xavier's cock with her pussy, She jumped on top of him so she could let Xavier feel her wet folds. What she was doing was driving Xavier nuts. Cathleen was close to her release, as was Xavier. Xavier shoved a hand inside her, and she screamed as she released. Xavier also shot his seed at her. He knew he needed her, but he wanted the jet to reach Miami first so he could do for her what she wanted.
So Xavier kept kissing her to stall time, and Cathleen let out the sexiest muffled sound he'd ever heard and almost lost his mind. So Xavier moved and grabbed her hips again, pulling her into his lap. He was aware that she could perceive the desire in his cock as she sat on him. He needs to make her not shove it in her pussy because she is now hotter than ever from the drink she drank.
"You're perfect, Cathleen. You're so fucking perfect." He repeated it, his lips on her neck. Cathleen moved her head to the side with readiness, showing him that she wanted him to do this. "I couldn't stop thinking about your wet fucking pussy and the way you were pleasing yourself as I watched. I couldn't take it. I want you, Cathleen Knight." He admitted.
Cathleen moans, and her moans were music to Xavier's ears. Xavier kissed her soft skin, sucking right behind her earbud, not hard enough to leave a mark. Cathleen started moving against Xavier, and it took all his willpower not to start grinding against her. She was driving him crazy.
Xavier pinched her nipple from the fabric of her dress, and Cathleen moaned, "Please." This word again. Xavier loved to hear that word come out of her mouth. Her dress did little to hide much-no panties, no bra-it was an easy access to heaven. Xavier pressed his lips between her breasts, moving to kiss the top of them and sucking in the soft flesh. Cathleen whimpered, one of her hands getting in Xavier's hair while the other went down his horse to his cock.
"Xavier," she moaned again, making Xavier's blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. For some reason, he imagines Cathleen to be tight and wet for him, ready to take all of him without holding back. Xavier knew it was no longer an option to reach Miami to take her, so he carried Cathleen to one of the rooms in the jet. Xavier started massaging Cathleen's kitty, and Cathleen grabbed the sheets. He enjoyed how she was falling apart from the simple touch.
"Take me," she moaned as Xavier slipped a finger inside her wet tightness. "Please, I want you so badly." Xavier shifted a bit and got on top of her, looking at her. He took her dress off and pressed his cock against her, rubbing over her folds, ready to penetrate her hot tightness. But then, the jet was already at the landing pad. "We are here; I'm sorry. I will give you everything you want today, all of it." Xavier promised.