Becoming the cartel leader’s trophy

"Holy fuck..." I groaned, voice cracking as Carla's warm, wet mouth enveloped me again, taking me deeper with slow, deliberate suction. "Holy shit—you eat dick so fucking good—what the fuck~" My toes curled hard against the sheets, calves flexing, every nerve lighting up at once.

Carla answered with a low, hungry moan that vibrated straight through my shaft. 

She pulled back just enough to focus on the head—lips sealed tight around the sensitive ridge, tongue swirling in tight, filthy circles before flattening to lap at the slit with maddening precision. 

Each flick felt like she was trying to win a trillion dollars and the Nobel Prize for cock-worship at the same time.

"Christ, Carla..." I hissed through clenched teeth, hips jerking involuntarily as another pulse of pleasure ripped up my spine. 

My fingers twisted in her hair, not guiding, just holding on for dear life while she worked me like she'd been starving for this exact taste her whole life.

"You like mommy's mouth, don't you? Such a naughty little slut," she cooed, voice thick and syrupy with mock sweetness. 

A thick string of spit dripped from her lips onto my throbbing cock, glistening as it slid down the shaft before she dove back in, engulfing me with wet, greedy heat.

"Fuck!" I squeaked, high and desperate, hips bucking as her tongue dragged hard over that perfect, electric spot just under the head. 

My whole body seized—muscles locking, breath stuttering—as she clamped both hands around the base, fingers digging in with brutal, possessive strength. 

The pressure was so intense it bordered on pain, like she was trying to wring every last drop out of me, like my dick might actually snap off in her grip.

"Release it... all of it into mommy's mouth," she moaned around me, the words muffled and vibrating straight through my length. 

Her cheeks hollowed with ferocious suction, creating that filthy, wet squelch—loud, obscene, relentless—as she bobbed faster, lips sealed tight, tongue swirling mercilessly over the slit. 

Spit and precum leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down my balls while her nails bit into my skin, demanding I give her everything.

"I can't hold back anymore~ shit!" I grunted, voice raw and breaking as the pressure finally snapped. My hips jerked forward uncontrollably, burying deep into the slick heat of Carla's mouth as I came hard—thick, pulsing ropes flooding her tongue in heavy spurts. 

My toes spasmed wildly, curling and uncurling against the damp sheets; every muscle in my legs trembled as wave after wave ripped through me. 

It felt like I was emptying my entire soul out through my cock—endless, draining bliss that left me lightheaded and shaking.

"Mmmhhh..." Carla hummed low and approving around me, the vibration milking out the last shuddering drops as she swallowed greedily, not missing a single pulse. 

She kept her lips locked tight until I was spent, then slowly pulled off with a wet, satisfied pop, a thin strand of cum and saliva connecting her swollen mouth to my still-twitching tip before it broke.

"So fucking yummy," she purred, licking her glossy lips slowly, savoring the taste like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever had. 

Her eyes locked on mine—dark, triumphant, and hungry for more—as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a fingertip and sucked it clean.

I let out a long, ragged sigh of pure contentment, every ounce of tension melting from my body at once. 

My head fell back against the pillow of the seat, chest heaving, limbs heavy and loose as the aftershocks rippled through me. 

The quiet hum of the jet filled the cabin, a constant low vibration beneath us as we cruised through the sky.

My eyes stayed closed while I recovered, the warmth of the moment still lingering through my body.

Carla shifted back into her seat across from me after a moment, looking completely pleased with herself. I could almost feel her gaze on me even without opening my eyes.

The cabin had grown quiet again, the only sounds the engines and the faint clink of her wine glass as she picked it up from the table.

I let my head rest back against the seat.

The tension I had felt earlier about flying, about everything really, had melted away. My body felt heavy now, relaxed in a way it hadn't in a long time.

Somewhere through the haze of exhaustion, one thought drifted through my mind.

Hopefully someday she’s my wife.

The idea made a small, sleepy smile form on my face.

With Carla nearby and the gentle vibration of the plane carrying us forward, my body finally gave in to the fatigue I had been fighting all day.

Slowly, without even realizing it, I drifted off to sleep in the comfort of her presence.

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