The most explosive orgasm of my twenty-three years.
Knock, knock, knock.
Sawyer’s tongue froze mid-swirl, and my aching pussy came all over it. I was so turned on I climaxed without any further stimulation. Though I was still left craving some real penetration; in the form of his allegedly huge cock to be exact.
I grabbed my jeans off the floor and headed to the bathroom to get dressed as Sawyer made himself appropriate and headed to the door.
FOUR
Sawyer
Fucking mechanic.
Maisie scampered off to the bathroom, her jeans tucked under her arm, and I grabbed a towel from the kitchen to wipe my mouth before answering the door.
“Mr. Thomas,” the mechanic said, streaks of black grease across his pinstriped shirt. “Your plane should be good to go. Ready for flight. We refueled you as well. Your pilot is on his way here. They’ve scheduled you for takeoff in approximately thirty minutes.”
“Thanks,” I said, shutting the door and heading back to the living room where Maisie was seated. Her cheeks were flushed and reddened, and wisps of blond hair hung in her face as her disheveled hair was now even more disheveled. A coy smile took over her full, juicy lips. The ones I so badly wanted wrapped around my dick. “I’m leaving in a half hour.”
She pouted her lip out.
“You don’t have anything to say?” I asked.
She pulled her phone from her purse and typed up a message on the screen.
YOU SAID I’M NOT ALLOWED TO SPEAK ON YOUR PLANE. JUST FOLLOWING YOUR RULES, MR. BUSINESSMAN.
I chuckled. Even invoking her speaking privileges did nothing to stave off her sassy little attitude.
“I hope you’re feeling satisfied,” I said.
She held her hand out and made a ‘so-so’ motion. I’d never seen a woman complain about my cunnilingus skills. Never. Not once. I brought her to an orgasm, so I wasn’t sure what more she wanted from me.
Her eyes drifted down to my pants, honing in on where my semi was resting snug behind the poly blend of my boxer briefs.
“Oh,” I said, running my hands over my hardening cock. “This. Is this what you want?”
She nodded, placing the tip of her manicured finger into the corner of her hot mouth. I glanced at my watch. I wasn’t going to have enough time to fuck her the way I wanted to, and I didn’t want to brag about fucking rocking her world and leave her with a quickie.
“Rain check?” I said.
Her pretty, aqua eyes scrunched as she stood up, and her face contorted into a scowl. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Apparently that was enough to break her silence.
“I’m leaving in a half hour.” I hide all emotion from my face. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to fuck her or get my rocks off inside that tight, sweet, sopping wet cunt of hers. I just wasn’t going to have enough time.
“You said you were leaving this afternoon.”
“Plane is ready to go now. My takeoff has been scheduled with the FAA.”
“Sounds awfully convenient. What, you have a wife that needs you home all of a sudden? A girlfriend on her way here? Is that why you’re kicking me out? Or did you just want to get me naked on your jet because you couldn’t get me naked in your hotel room? Oh, wait, are you one of those weirdos who have an extreme oral fixation?”
“What? No,” I said, laughing at the fit she was pitching. “Maisie, calm down.”
“I feel so fucking stupid right now.” She stormed toward the door, struggling with the lock.
“Let me help you.” I walked up behind her but she threw and elbow into my stomach, so I backed off. She put all her strength into moving the lever and the door burst open, almost taking her with it. She smoothed her hair down and held her shoulders back as she took her first step down the stairs. “At least let me call you a cab.”
She stopped, peering over the parking lot to where my rental car was parked. Her hands gripped air as she cursed quietly under her breath. Maisie was an anomaly: a