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Chapter 767: Threesome On Flight 2
Claire’s breath hitched, her hand sliding up her own thigh, her eyes dark with arousal. "I-I didn’t know that could be..." she trailed off, her cheeks burning as she watched Natalya tremble beneath my tongue.
I chuckled, my lips pressing against Natalya’s skin again, my tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles. "Oh, it can," I murmured, my voice rough with promise.
"And it will..." I licked her again, harder, my tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh before I sucked gently, making Natalya whimper.
"J-Jack, please—!" she begged, her voice shaking, her body twisting beneath me as I lavished her armpit with hot, wet kisses, my tongue exploring every inch of her hidden, erogenous zone. "They’re watching—!"
"Let them watch," I growled, my lips moving to her ear, my tongue flicking the shell before I whispered, "Let them see how good I make you feel..." My hand slid up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the soaked fabric of her panties, and Natalya let out a broken, needy moan, her hips jerking upward.
Yelena let out a soft, shaky breath, her fingers tightening in the sheets as she watched Natalya fall apart beneath my touch. "God..." she murmured, her voice thick with desire, "that’s so hot..."
Claire’s lips parted, her breath coming faster as she watched me tease Natalya, her own body responding to the erotic display. "I-I never thought..." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, "that that could be so... sexy..."
I smirked, my lips returning to Natalya’s armpit, my tongue licking a long, slow stripe up the sensitive skin. "Oh, it is," I murmured, my voice dark with promise, "and you’re all going to learn just how good it feels..."
My teeth grazed her skin again, and Natalya let out a high, needy sound, her body arching into my touch, her pride shattering under the weight of her desire.
"Y-you’re aah so bad... Aaaaah," she gasped, her fingers clutching at my hair, her voice drowning in pleasure as I licked her armpit again, my tongue swirling before I sucked gently, making her whimper.
"You love it when I make you beg... right?" My hand slid higher, my fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of her panties, and Natalya let out a broken, needy sound, her hips rolling against my touch.
"Fuck... you.. aaaaaah," she whimpered, but her voice was drowning in pleasure, her body betraying her as she arched into my touch, her thighs clenching around my hand.
I chuckled, my lips brushing her ear. "Really..," I murmured, my fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, "So that’s what you want, my little boss."
And with that, I yanked them down, exposing her glistening, swollen folds to the cool air—and the hungry eyes of Yelena and Claire.
"Now beg for me, boss..." I growled, my tongue licking a slow, deliberate path down her stomach, lower... lower... "Let them hear you."
My fingers closed around Natalya’s perked nipples, pinching them firmly through the thin fabric of her blouse as I lowered her onto the bed. The sharp gasp that tore from her lips was music to my ears, her back arching off the mattress as I rolled her hardened buds between my fingers, teasing them into aching peaks.
Her cheeks were already flushed, but now they burned crimson, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she glared up at me, her pride warring with the desire pooling in her darkened eyes.
Natalya looked at me with a flushed face and said, " Please... Hmm..... I can’t.... Aaaaaah"
"Wasn’t it you," I murmured, my voice a low, dangerous purr, "who started this first?" My thumb brushed over her swollen lower lip, my gaze locking onto hers.
"I don’t care," I continued, my fingers tightening just enough to make her whimper, "I’m going to let them hear the naughty little sounds their boss makes when she’s begging for my cock."
Natalya’s face flamed, her fingers clenching into the sheets beneath her. "Don’t you dare—!" she hissed, her voice shaking with a mix of indignation and arousal.
I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. "Why wouldn’t I dare?" I growled, my free hand sliding up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the heat between her legs.
"You started this, boss." My lips curved into a smirk as I felt her shiver, her body betraying her protest. "Now you’ll finish it."
Natalya’s eyes flicked desperately to Claire and Yelena, her voice breaking with embarrassment. "Sisters... help me..." she pleaded, her cheeks burning as she realized just how exposed she was—not just physically, but in every way that mattered.
Claire bit her lip, her eyes dark with amusement as she leaned against the bedpost, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheets. "Oh, Natalya," she murmured, her voice teasing, "you know you don’t really want help." Her gaze flicked to me, her smirk deepening. "Besides, it’s fun watching you squirm."
Yelena chuckled, her hand sliding up my arm as she leaned in, her breath hot against my neck. "Yeah, sister," she purred, her voice husky with mischief, "you started this. Now you’ve got to take it." Her fingers traced down my chest, her eyes gleaming as she watched Natalya tremble beneath my touch.
Natalya let out a frustrated sound, her body arching as my fingers found the waistband of her skirt, tugging it down to expose the lace of her panties. "You’re all traitors—!" she whined, but her voice was drowning in pleasure, her hips lifting off the bed as my thumb brushed over the damp fabric.
"Oh, we know," Claire murmured, her voice soft but firm, as she leaned in to press a kiss to Natalya’s temple, her fingers tangling in her hair.
I grinned, my lips capturing Natalya’s in a hard, possessive kiss, my tongue sliding between her lips as my fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them aside to expose her glistening folds. "And I love hearing you beg," I growled, my thumb circling her clit, making her body jerk beneath me.
Natalya let out a broken, needy sound, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her voice muffled against my lips. "I hate you—!"
"No," I murmured, my lips trailing down her neck, my teeth grazing her pulse point.
"You don’t." And with that, I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them deep, my thumb pressing against her clit as I started to fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Natalya’s back arched, a moan tearing from her lips as her body trembled, her voice breaking into whimpers that filled the room—loud enough for Polina and the others to hear, if they were listening.