cloth and she blushed as she wiped her legs.
"Ready to go?"
Macy nodded silently and checked her makeup and hair. He wanted to laugh at her. She was trying so hard to be demure, but her swollen lips and the beard burn on her neck gave her away. His driver would know just what they'd been doing back here. He made a mental note to feed her more champagne. Silently, they walked to his private jet and he nodded to the stewardess.
"Please bring us more champagne and don’t disturb us." He led Macy through a small sitting area in the plane and sat her on a leather couch. Wood grain lined the walls and soft tones of gold and white echoed through the cockpit. A door led to a small bedroom in back, but he had a feeling she'd balk at going there with him. There would barely be time anyway, their flight was just 45 minutes long. Just long enough to drive her crazy, he thought.
Lucky sat back and like a wolf after his prey, he picked up her hand and kissed it. He lingered over her palm and licked it, placing soft kisses. Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips nervously. He wondered if she knew how sexy she looked when she did that. Mussy hair tumbling around her head, swollen lips, and a flush across her cheeks. He wanted to play with her all night long.
The stewardess brought them champagne and announced departure, she quietly left the cabin and closed the door behind her. Macy grabbed her champagne and took a large sip; she gulped, and sputtered, spilling a few drops across her chest.
"Shh, calm down. It's ok."
Macy nodded. "Sorry. I just, I think champagne goes to my head a bit. Sorry about the limo." Macy smiled and tried to breathe.
Lucky laughed. She was apologizing to him? He'd all but jumped her bones. He watched the drop of champagne run down her chest. He leaned in and she flattened herself against the back of the seat. He smiled. God, he loved having this power over her. Him, geeky scrawny Matthew Breton had Macy Bradshaw all but cumming in his lap. It was beyond his wildest teenage dreams.
But he wasn't a teen anymore and he'd had many lovers since he'd finally experienced sex at Harvard. His initial awkward fumbling attempts had turned into a campaign of learning the ins and outs of what women wanted. He was determined to erase Macy's high school image of him.
Lucky leaned over and traced the path of the champagne with his tongue, dipping into her cleavage. He smiled as Macy shuddered. Her breasts appeared to be a sensitive spot for her and he decided to devote the rest of the flight to them.
Chapter 5
Macy
M acy almost whimpered as Lucky's tongue flicked under the neckline of her dress. The structure of her dress pushed her large breasts up and out, and Lucky only had to pull the material down slightly before her nipples bounced out. She groaned as he gave an evil smile and licked each one gently.
"You're so beautiful, you know. Your breasts are glorious."
"They're too big," Macy breathed. Lucky ignored her protest, tracing her large nipples with his fingers. Looking into her eyes, he dipped his finger in the champagne and dripped some on each nipple. The coldness spiked against the heat of her nipples and Macy whimpered.
"Here, taste it." Lucky slid his finger in her mouth as he rubbed her nipple. Macy gasped at the intrusion and then desperately began to suck as he rolled her nipples in his fingers. Lucky bent over and teased her nipples with his mouth. Macy groaned and bucked against him.
Lucky pulled his hand from her mouth and breathing hard, he poured the champagne over her chest and held both of her breasts high up.
"Taste it, I want to see you lick yourself."
Macy blushed. Her breasts were huge and her nipples were swollen with lust. She raised one breast to her mouth and licked her nipple tentatively. Lucky groaned and watched her as he rubbed himself through his pants.
"You're going to be the death of me."
Macy's lips quirked and a red flush spread across her cheeks. Gathering courage, she
"Ready to go?"
Macy nodded silently and checked her makeup and hair. He wanted to laugh at her. She was trying so hard to be demure, but her swollen lips and the beard burn on her neck gave her away. His driver would know just what they'd been doing back here. He made a mental note to feed her more champagne. Silently, they walked to his private jet and he nodded to the stewardess.
"Please bring us more champagne and don’t disturb us." He led Macy through a small sitting area in the plane and sat her on a leather couch. Wood grain lined the walls and soft tones of gold and white echoed through the cockpit. A door led to a small bedroom in back, but he had a feeling she'd balk at going there with him. There would barely be time anyway, their flight was just 45 minutes long. Just long enough to drive her crazy, he thought.
Lucky sat back and like a wolf after his prey, he picked up her hand and kissed it. He lingered over her palm and licked it, placing soft kisses. Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips nervously. He wondered if she knew how sexy she looked when she did that. Mussy hair tumbling around her head, swollen lips, and a flush across her cheeks. He wanted to play with her all night long.
The stewardess brought them champagne and announced departure, she quietly left the cabin and closed the door behind her. Macy grabbed her champagne and took a large sip; she gulped, and sputtered, spilling a few drops across her chest.
"Shh, calm down. It's ok."
Macy nodded. "Sorry. I just, I think champagne goes to my head a bit. Sorry about the limo." Macy smiled and tried to breathe.
Lucky laughed. She was apologizing to him? He'd all but jumped her bones. He watched the drop of champagne run down her chest. He leaned in and she flattened herself against the back of the seat. He smiled. God, he loved having this power over her. Him, geeky scrawny Matthew Breton had Macy Bradshaw all but cumming in his lap. It was beyond his wildest teenage dreams.
But he wasn't a teen anymore and he'd had many lovers since he'd finally experienced sex at Harvard. His initial awkward fumbling attempts had turned into a campaign of learning the ins and outs of what women wanted. He was determined to erase Macy's high school image of him.
Lucky leaned over and traced the path of the champagne with his tongue, dipping into her cleavage. He smiled as Macy shuddered. Her breasts appeared to be a sensitive spot for her and he decided to devote the rest of the flight to them.
Chapter 5
Macy
M acy almost whimpered as Lucky's tongue flicked under the neckline of her dress. The structure of her dress pushed her large breasts up and out, and Lucky only had to pull the material down slightly before her nipples bounced out. She groaned as he gave an evil smile and licked each one gently.
"You're so beautiful, you know. Your breasts are glorious."
"They're too big," Macy breathed. Lucky ignored her protest, tracing her large nipples with his fingers. Looking into her eyes, he dipped his finger in the champagne and dripped some on each nipple. The coldness spiked against the heat of her nipples and Macy whimpered.
"Here, taste it." Lucky slid his finger in her mouth as he rubbed her nipple. Macy gasped at the intrusion and then desperately began to suck as he rolled her nipples in his fingers. Lucky bent over and teased her nipples with his mouth. Macy groaned and bucked against him.
Lucky pulled his hand from her mouth and breathing hard, he poured the champagne over her chest and held both of her breasts high up.
"Taste it, I want to see you lick yourself."
Macy blushed. Her breasts were huge and her nipples were swollen with lust. She raised one breast to her mouth and licked her nipple tentatively. Lucky groaned and watched her as he rubbed himself through his pants.
"You're going to be the death of me."
Macy's lips quirked and a red flush spread across her cheeks. Gathering courage, she
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