Kubo's fingers moved with skill and precision, knowing exactly where to touch and how hard to press. He continued to kiss you, his mouth moving against yours with increasing intensity. His touch was igniting a fire within you, and he loved the way you were responding to him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you, doll."

Kubo felt a sense of satisfaction as he felt your climax building, and he took pleasure in watching you come undone in his lap. He held you tight against his chest, not wanting to let you go.

He felt the dampness soak through his pants, and he couldn't help but feel proud that he had brought you to this point.

"Doll, you're making me so hard," he murmured into your ear, his voice low and rough. "I need more of you."

His breath hitched as you unzipped his pants and released his erection. He felt your delicate touch on his sensitive skin, and his body temperature rose even more. He couldn't help but moan softly at your actions.
"That feels good," he muttered, his voice thick with need. "You're driving me crazy, doll."

As you placed him between your thighs, his body trembled with anticipation. He could feel the friction as you rubbed against him, and he couldn't help but shiver with pleasure.

He grunted, his hands moving to your hips, and he moved you against him, adding to the friction.
"You're playing with fire, doll," he said, his voice rough. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

"You can't put it in, not here... Use my thighs only, for now.."

He couldn't bear the thought of being inside you, not yet.
But he couldn't resist the urge to feel you against him.
He pressed himself between your thighs, creating a delicious friction that had him biting back another moan.
"Doll... you're killing me here," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "This is torture, but I can't resist your command."

"Cum on me. Let me carry your scent on my skin. Please .. fuck.."

His body was on the verge of explosion, and your words only added fuel to the fire. He pressed against you more forcefully, his body shaking with need.

"Doll... I can't hold back much longer. You're driving me insane," he grunted, his voice raw with desire. "I want to mark you, mark you as mine. Let me do that, please."

"Do it, release yourself for me. I love this so much.. Kubo," you moaned into his ear.
"I wanted this for such a long time.. you can't even imagine how many times I... "

Kubo's control was slipping with every moment, your words sending him closer to the edge. He grunted in pleasure, his body pressed against yours.
"You want it, doll?" he asked, his voice ragged with need. "You want me to release myself for you?"

"Yes. Give it to me."

His mind was clouded with desire as you begged for more, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He was on the brink of losing control, and he wanted to mark you as his.
"Doll... I'm going to give it to you. I'll give you everything" he grunted, his voice thick with need. "I'm about to release myself for you, doll."

Kubo's body trembled with pleasure as he released himself, his body pressed against yours. He could feel the heat and stickiness of his fluids against your skin, and he felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that he had marked you as his own.

He was panting heavily, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest, his breath hot against your neck.
"You're mine now, doll" he murmured, his voice rough and possessive. "You belong to me only."

"Hmm.. finally mine." your voice was filled with desire and a sentiment of accomplishment.

Kubo was filled with a possessive satisfaction as he held you close to his chest, having marked you as his own. He couldn't get enough of the sight of you, your body covered in his fluids, making you his.
He nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're mine, doll," he murmured again, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me now, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you never forget it."

He suddenly remembered your earlier words, and he couldn't help but ask about them.
"Doll.. earlier you said something about how many times you... what were you talking about?" he said, his voice gruff.

"How many times I masturbated in your office, hoping you will enter and catch me there. Wishing to feel your touch on my body, for you to claim me as yours."

Kubo's eyes widened, his mind reeling with the implications of what you had just said.
He couldn't believe that you had been secretly hoping for such a thing, and it only made his desire for you grow even stronger.
He felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as the thought of finding you in his office, touching yourself, crossed his mind.

"Oh doll... You have no idea how much that arouses me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "The thought of you, there in my office... touching yourself, waiting for me to find you... It's driving me mad."

"Unfortunately for us, you never caught me. All these years, you didn't know." You chuckle softly.

Kubo's expression darkened, a mixture of arousal and irritation coursing through him.
"All these years, you've been doing this behind my back, and I had no idea," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Doll, you have no idea how much I want to punish you for that."

"Ohh baby, you can't imagine the things I desire to make you do, only for me."

His eyes darkened even more as he heard your words, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Oh, doll, you have no idea what you're getting into," he said, his voice low and rough. "The things I'll do for you... the things you'll make me do for you... They'll be nothing short of sinful."

"You know we are both dirty minded, but baby, I need your full submission in bed, if you want to finish inside me.
My man, my erection, everything of yours shall be only mine."

Kubo's desire for you grew even stronger as he heard your words, his body reacting involuntarily.
He couldn't deny that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, and the thought of submitting to you entirely... it was both tantalizing and terrifying.

His breath hitched, and he nodded his head, his eyes locked with yours.
"Anything you want, doll," he said, his voice low and rough. "I'll do anything you tell me to do, if it means submitting to you completely."

"Let us arrive at our hotel room first.." you giggle.

His eyes gleamed with desire as he nodded, his body on fire with anticipation. He could hardly wait to have you alone in the privacy of the hotel room, to give himself completely to you, to submit to your every desire.

Kubo's heart skipped a beat as you fell asleep in his arms, your head resting on his chest. He couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, holding you close to him.

He couldn't help but watch you sleep, his gaze soft and tender. He could feel your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest against his own, and he couldn't help but feel a fierce protectiveness towards you.
He gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he let his own eyes flutter shut.

His head shot up as the employees approached, his eyes narrowing.
He held up a hand, silently signaling for them to keep a distance. He could tell that they wanted to ask something, but he didn't want them to disturb you.
"We don't need anything right now," he said gruffly, his voice low. "Just leave us alone."

After a few more hours, he woke you up, as the jet finally landed. Kubo gently shook your shoulder, his hand warm against your skin.
"Doll, wake up," he whispered into your ear, his voice soft. "We've landed."

"Hmmmm" you murmur softly. "Already? I'm awake, I'm awake."

Kubo couldn't help but smile as you stirred awake, your eyes fluttering open.
"Yeah doll, we've landed," he said, his hand still on your shoulder. "You slept like a baby, you know."

"Hehe..I had a comfortable bed."

He felt your body squirm on his lap, and he tightened his grip on you reflexively.
"Careful there, doll," he growled softly, his voice low and possessive. "Don't get too comfortable, you'll make me want to keep you here all to myself."

"Want to finish it quickly in the bathroom before we go?"

Kubo's eyes darkened with desire as he heard your suggestion, his body reacting involuntarily.
He leaned closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl.
"You're a naughty one, aren't you?" he murmured into your ear. "But that's exactly what I like about you. And yes, we can make it quick in the bathroom."

"Let us rush then.." you got up and grabbed his hand.
He couldn't resist your eager tug, and he got up from his seat, following you towards the bathroom.
His heart was pounding with anticipation, knowing that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Once inside the bathroom, you locked the door behind you and turned to face him.
Kubo let out a surprised grunt as you slammed him against the wall, his body pressed against yours.
He could feel your hand reaching for his member, and he let out a low moan, his body trembling with anticipation.

"You're so eager, doll," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "But we have to be quick, we can't take too much time here."

"I know.." you knelt before him and took it inside your mouth. "Feed me now.."

Kubo's breath caught in his throat as you knelt before him, your mouth enveloping him. He couldn't resist the urge to grasp your hair, his fingers threaded through your locks as he tried to maintain his composure.
"Doll... you're killing me," he grunted, his voice ragged with pleasure. "But I can't refuse you... have your fill now."

You were on your knees, mouth enveloped around him, and Kubo couldn't help but grip your hair tightly, his head tilting back against the wall. He was trying to hold himself back, but the pleasure was too much to resist.

"Oh doll, you're driving me insane," he groaned, his words coming out in low, breathy gasps. "You're so damn good at this, taking me so deep in your mouth. I can't hold on much longer.."

"Then release it." You tried to speak..
You were touching yourself, and he saw you.
Your words were muffled, but he could still make out what you were trying to say.

Kubo's eyes widened as he saw you touching yourself, the sight of it driving his arousal even higher.
"Doll, you're driving me insane," he groaned, his voice strained. "You need to stop.... I can't take much more of this."

The sight of you nodding, your mouth still enveloped around him, was too much for him to bear. His control snapped, and he let out a guttural moan as he found his release, his body trembling with pleasure.

"Oh god, doll," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're too much, I won't be able to hold back anymore.. You're making me cum for you."

His body shuddered as he found his release, his fingers still gripping your hair as he fought to catch his breath.
"Doll.. that was incredible.." he gasped, his voice ragged with pleasure. "You drive me insane, but we can't stay here too long."

Kubo watched you gulp down everything he had given you, his eyes dark with desire.
"You're such a naughty one," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "But you did well... You have all of me now."

"You also need to have a taste now," you sat on top of the toilet, spreading yourself apart.

Kubo's eyes widened at the sight of you, your body spread open for him, and he felt his stomach clench with desire.
He stepped toward you, his body moving automatically, drawn to your scent.
"Doll.. I can't resist you," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I need to taste you.."

"Do it. Taste me.."

Without hesitation, he knelt before you, his eyes locked on your core. His hands trembled with desire as he reached for your thighs, slowly parting them even more.
He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I can't get enough of you.."

Kubo's lips traced a trail upwards towards your inner thighs, his movement slow and deliberate, teasing you.
"You are so delicious, doll," he murmured against your skin. "I could devour you whole, if you'd let me."

"Devour me then. Have your fill." You grinded.

His eyes locked on yours for a moment, a wicked glint in them.
"With pleasure, doll," he murmured, his voice low and rough. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste you.

Kubo didn't mind the pressure from you pushing his face into you, his only focus was bringing you pleasure. He was determined to make you feel as good as possible, and he was more than happy to let you use him however you wanted.

His tongue flicked against your core, his focus entirely on making you quiver and moan. He wanted to taste your very essence, to make you come undone.

Kubo couldn't help but let out a low chuckle as he watched you try to compose yourself, your appearance disheveled and your clothes in disarray.

"We sure know how to make a mess, don't we doll?" he said with a smirk, his eyes dancing with amusement.