Rough and Rhythm

Zachary Camwell...

She was reading her Physics book while eating the cake, served by Natalie, the cabin crew. I couldn't concentrate on the presentation because I kept looking at her. Most women are easy to please; their decisions are based on what they see because their minds can only comprehend the superficial world they adore.

She was different; she was thoughtful of what she saw, the luxury, vanity, and details, but her impression was that she was scrutinizing the technicalities, features, and materials to make a statement. This luxurious jet appears to be her regular mode of transportation.

Her silk skin was highlighted by her magenta pleated dress, and her cheeks and lips were naturally pinkish.

I can see her cleavage and her smooth skin, and I want to lick it and mark her once more. She looked at me and noticed that I was staring at her. I heard my phone beep as she typed something into her phone. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw it. "I AM FUCKING HORNY, ALL I CAN THINK OF IS SUCKING YOUR DICK. FUCK THIS PHYSICS BOOK!" she wrote.

As she walked to the private suite, swaying her firm hips, I gasped. I couldn't stop drooling at the way she swayed her hips; her movements were both graceful and sensual.

Where did she pick it up?

My heartbeat became erratic when she turned and smiled at me, and my shaft sprang, but couldn't find space in the tiny space of my pants. To Cynthia's surprise, I jumped out of my seat and told her to take a break and that we would resume the presentation later. I entered the private room and found her looking around, her back to me. She turned to face me, and I kissed her passionately.

"I will satisfy your craving baby, I am at your service," she said, making my cock harder. She knelt between my legs, fumbled at my pants, and slid my underwear to my feet.

"My mouth watered seeing this babe." Fuck! She was so hot! I can't wait to feel her mouth encompassing my shaft.

She traced the head with the tip of her tongue, licking it from top to bottom and up again. My moans escaped my mouth, but she quickly wrapped her mouth around my shaft. I held her head and looked at her, and she looked at me devilishly while her mouth and hand moved up and down my shaft. I groaned loudly, but the sensation intensified when she sucked my shaft deeply and massaged my balls with her free hand.

"I can't take it any longer, baby, shit! You're fantastic!"

Her mouth secreted all of my juices.

While I was catching my breath, she smirked at me.

"We will do this quickly baby," I said hoarsely, as she removed her panties and threw them, pushed me to bed, still in my clothes except for my pants, and she mounted me, my shaft filling her up.

I closed my eyes and felt my fullness rubbing up against her walls; it felt like coming home. She kissed me hungrily, our tongues moving together as if we were dancing.

My hands dropped, fuck!

While she was mounting me, I rubbed her clit. My dick is being covered by her juice, which is coming in and out of her cunt. I grabbed her clit and rubbed it in quickly, and she accelerated as well.

Damn! She was ravenous!

As we kissed deeply, our moans became entangled in our throats. As I climaxed, my cum exploded inside her cunt like a shooting star.

I own properties all over the world, and I've even used dummies to obtain ownership and avoid local laws. I instructed the team to simply email me the presentation because I was no longer in the mood to listen to it. My lustful princess sapped all of my energy, and we slept together for the rest of the flight.

When we arrived at Chiang Mai International Airport, John and Jim went out first to get the vehicle for us and then picked us up. My Mercedes Benz Viano was named one of the world's most luxurious vans. Luxury was also a part of business and marketing strategies to gain trust. Staying low was never an option for me.

We arrived at the top of the mountain at the house. My former Thai-Chinese business partner provided me with collateral for the property. It has an ancient Chinese feel to it, a serene ambiance, cool temperatures, and beautiful fogs that make the place stunning. The beautiful woman beside me with visible marks on her flawless skin and her natural scent reawakened my dick. My vision of her in the private suite was enough to make me want to fuck her over and over.

I knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath that dress when I picked up her thrown underwear and stuffed it into my pocket.

Thinking about it made me horny, so I restrained myself, particularly my hands, from touching her. She was sore from all of our sexual and rough activities. However, fuck! Waiting would be too much for me! I dragged her into the bedroom and pushed her into bed.

Her eyes widened when she realized what I was up to, but I didn't give her time to think.

"I miss you," I said between butterfly kisses. She had her way with me in the private jet more than an hour ago, and I still want her. I'm going to fuck her slowly this time.

I awoke the next morning to find Simone in the shower. I went to the kitchen and made breakfast. She walked into the kitchen wearing a short skirt and a stretchy midriff top.

When she kissed me on the lips briefly, I swallowed hard. I resisted taking her into the kitchen because I needed to study the presentation for my marketing team, which had already been delayed.

I kissed her and went to my study without waiting for her to finish her meal. I was preoccupied with the paperwork until I noticed the time and realized it was already noon.I went to the kitchen, where Chatchai, our caretaker, was preparing Thai food for lunch, but she was not there.

I looked around and discovered a studio-like area near the outdoor pool, where I heard some music.The studio had a built-in sound system and a screen in the center of the wall, as well as a wooden floor.

When I saw her dancing to the tune of an unfamiliar pop song, my lips moved and my jaw dropped open. She was wearing the same outfit and it was making her extremely hot. When she bends down, I can see her sexy ass and her red thong. Her long hair flew in the air as she rolled her head, her hands clasped around her waist.

I sat in the empty chair to watch her intently. Fuck! She can dance perfectly. I knew that she had elasticity in her, but I never imagined she had to this extent. It was like her body was made of rubber. When she saw me, she smiled seductively, made the moves a little sensual while making eye contact with me, she even winked at me while humming music I didn't understand. She can sing too.

I sat in the empty chair, intent on watching her.

Fuck!

What is her age?

I caught a glimpse of her passport; she was only twenty-three years old. Isn't thirty-four too old for her?

Damn!

I can demonstrate that I am not too old for her. When the music stopped, I quickly lifted her and pushed her against the wall, saying, "I like your body covered with sweat," before kissing her fiercely again. I simply unzipped my pants, slid her thong to the side, and slammed my member against her.

"You like rough," I commented, rather than asking her a question. She responded with a kiss and a thrust.

"Faster," she said as she clasped my thigh with her legs. I listened to her and pumped her mercilessly like a sex-deprived barbarian. She yanked my head back, grabbed my long blond hair, and kissed me passionately. This woman is driving me insane. We both got in a frenzy.

"Do you want something to eat?" We're still in the studio, panting on the floor.

"Yes, I'm hungry," she admitted weakly. I assisted her with her clothing as we walked hand in hand to the kitchen. Chatchai greeted us in wai, and she responded in wai before greeting him in Thai. The table was already set, she loved Thai food, and her joy was visible on her face. Her obsession with food astounds me.

We ate in silence, and I noticed she was obsessed with anything but sweets. I made certain that the cook had something ready for her. I loved seeing her smile over simple things like food. I motioned for Chatchai to deliver the chocolate lava cake to the table. She cut the cake, served me, and cut a larger piece for her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweetness of the cake. I gave her a tender glance. What was going on with me?