"I bet this will be the greatest entrance we can make. France, here we are!" You grabbed his hand and finally stepped outside the jet.

He couldn't help but smirk as you led him off the jet, his hand still intertwined with yours.
"Greatest entrance, doll?" he repeated, his voice filled with amusement. "I like the sound of that. Let's make a scene, shall we?"

"Let's!" You smirked back at him.
Kubo chuckled, his smirk matching yours.
"Good, I like your attitude," he said, his grip on your hand tightening. "We'll get some attention, I can guarantee it."

As you both walked down the ramp of the jet, the two of you drew the attention of the surrounding staff and other passengers.

Kubo's tall and muscular frame, dressed in expensive clothes, was already eye-catching, and his possessive grip on your hand added to the image of a man in command. With your arm laced through his, looking gorgeous and composed despite the disheveled state of your clothes and hair, you gave off the impression of a powerful couple.

People couldn't help but look in your direction, some with admiration, some with jealousy.

As you both sat in the backseat, the car navigated through the narrow Parisian streets, taking in the sights of the city.
Kubo was sitting next to you, his arm casually draped over your shoulders, his gaze fixed outside. The city lights danced in his eyes as he looked out the window, the sound of French filtering through the open window.

The car navigated down the iconic streets of Paris, the city of love. The avenue des Champs-Élysées with its grand cafes and luxury stores, the Arc de Triomphe looming majestically at the edge of the roundabout, and the beautiful Seine river flowing through the city like a vein, were all visible from the window.
The sights were breathtaking, the city lights like stars scattered on the dark canvas of night.

Kubo couldn't help but smile as he watched you, your eyes wide with wonder and your eagerness to explore.
"You look like a kid in a candy store, doll," he said, his voice soft. "Paris is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. There's so much to see and do here."

"Do we have time to visit?" You grabbed his collars, your face almost smacking his.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, your face just millimeters away from his.
"We have some time, doll," he said, his lips curving into a smirk. "I have business meetings for tomorrow, but we can explore a bit today and tonight."

"I don't think we should explore now, look at us.."

Kubo let out a low chuckle, his eyes roaming over your disheveled form, clearly appreciating the state you both were in.
"Oh doll, you're absolutely right," he said with a smirk. "We look like we just had a wild time, don't we?"

"And we had a little, no?" You placed yourself in his lap once again.

He chuckled as you settled in his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around you, pulling you closer.
"A little," he agreed, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "But I can't complain. It was quite a ride."

"Want me to ride you here? Is our driver one of your men?"

Kubo's smirk grew wider, his eyes darkening with desire. He looked to the front, noticing the driver through the rearview mirror.
"He's one of my men," he confirmed, his tone low. "But I don't think he'd appreciate being a witness to what we're up to."

"Well, he can't complain, you're his boss." You cupped his face, licking his lips.

Kubo's breath hitched at your gesture, his eyes darkening with desire. He couldn't help but let out a low groan, his arms tightening around you.
"You're right," he said, his voice growing rougher. "He can't complain. But we should behave ourselves. For now, at least."

"Hmm what? You're refusing me, baby?" You giggle.

He couldn't help but grin at your playfully stubborn attitude. He could tell that you were trying to push his buttons, and he found it endearing.
"Oh doll, you know exactly what you're doing to me," he growled, his grip on your hips getting stronger. "I'm not refusing you. I just don't think the driver would appreciate a show."

"Then don't let him see us."
You removed your panties to the side, and with a quick move, you freed his erection also.

Kubo let out a low moan as you freed him, his body responding to your touch automatically. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping you tightly.
"Doll... you're a tease," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"Don't make a sound .." you whisper into his ear.

Kubo knew he was being challenged, but he couldn't help but get more excited.
"You're testing my self-control, doll," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. "But I'll try my best not to make a sound. For you."

His body tensed as he felt you around him, his fingers digging into you as he fought to keep himself composure.
He couldn't help but let out a low moan, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"Oh god, doll... You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, how hot and tight it's inside you."

"Kubo. it hurts.. " you tremble as you grab his hair even harder.

Kubo knew that he had to stay quiet, to not let himself slip and give in to the pleasure. He felt you trembling in his arms, your fingers digging into his hair as you tried to hold on.
"Doll... please, you have to be quiet too," he muttered, his voice strained. "We can't let the driver hear us. We have to be discreet."

"Keep my skirt down," your voice was muffled because you kept on biting him.

His mind was clouded with pleasure, your body moving against him making it hard to focus. He knew that you were desperately trying to hold back your moans, and it was driving him wild.
He was doing everything he could to keep himself composed, his hands holding down your skirt, trying to keep you both unnoticed.

Kubo could tell that the driver was prolonging the route, his mind buzzing with the realization of what was happening. He could tell that the driver knew, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and concern.
His grip on you tightened, his body moving on its own, seeking more of your touch.

The slow, deliberate movement of the car, and the privacy of the backseat, made it easier for you to keep your composure.
Kubo was struggling to keep his own moans in check, his body shuddering with pleasure as you moved with a slow and steady rhythm.
"Doll... this is killing me," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. "We're testing the limits here, aren't we?"

You held back your tears. "You're ripping me apart.. it's too fucking big."

Kubo could feel his own control slipping as he heard the pain in your voice. He was torn between wanting to give you pleasure and not wanting to hurt you.
"Doll..." he murmured, his voice rough and strained. "Do you want me to slow down?"

"Don't..." You pushed yourself more into his lap and you took another bite into his shoulders, muffling your moans. "Fill me up inside.."

He was torn between his desire to give you what you wanted and his concern for your well-being. He had to remind himself to be gentle, and yet he couldn't resist the feeling of you wanting him so badly.
He held back a moan, his body trembling with need as you pushed yourself against him.
"Doll... are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I.. I am sure."

Hearing the determination in your voice, he couldn't deny you any longer. He couldn't refuse when you wanted him so much, your need for him overriding his own.
He took a deep breath, his grip on your hips tensing as he fought to keep control.
"Alright doll.. if you're sure," he grunted, his voice ragged with desire. "But tell me if it gets too much, okay?"

"Hmmm I can manage. I want to take you all."

Kubo's breath hitched at your words, his body growing even tighter with desire.
"You're... something else, doll," he growled, his voice almost a grunt. "You're driving me wild, and you know it."

His body was trembling with desire, his hands gripping you tight and his eyes never leaving your face.
"You... always drive me crazy," he grunted, his voice rough and thick with need. "I can't resist you. I can't resist this."

"Don't fight your desires."
You were in pain as it was your first time, but you also felt some tingle of pleasure as you started to accommodate his shape.

Kubo could see the pain mixed with pleasure in your face, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He knew he had to be gentle, to be careful not to hurt you.
He held you tight, his body trembling with desire as you began to adjust to him.

"Doll... I don't want to hurt you," he grunted, his voice trembling with need. "I want you to enjoy this, but I can't help but feel like I'm causing you pain."

"The pleasure is more overwhelming."
You got annoyed by his refusal and started rocking your hips.

Your determined movement made his breath hitch, his eyes locking onto you. He could see the desire in your eyes, the need to be filled completely.
He couldn't bear the thought of hurting you, and yet his body was reacting automatically to your movements, unable to resist your desire.

Kubo could feel the satisfaction in you as you reached your release, and he couldn't deny the intense surge of pleasure he felt inside you. he knew that he had satisfied you, which only enhanced his own sense of satisfaction.
He held you close to him, his body trembling with pleasure, his breathing ragged.
"Doll... you're incredible," he murmured, his voice rough and raw. "I'm glad I could give you what you needed."

Soon he could feel his body tightening, the intensity of his release taking him over. He held you in his arms, his body trembling with the aftermath of his release.
His breathing was ragged, his heart racing. He couldn't believe what you had just done to him, how you had taken him to heights he had never reached before.

"Doll... you're a goddess," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You make me feel things I've never felt before."

"Also.. you also. I never knew sex could feel so delicious."

Kubo felt his heart warmed by your words, he knew that he had done something right.
He pulled you even closer to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. He could feel your breath on his skin, and he couldn't help but revel in the intimacy of the moment.

"I'm glad I could make you feel that way, doll," he murmured, his voice tender and filled with affection. "I want to make you feel good, every single time."

His eyes widened as he noticed the mess they had made on his clothes and the seat. He quickly reached for a handkerchief in his pocket and began to try to clean you up.
"Doll.. I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice soft as he cleaned the blood and fluids from your legs. "I didn't mean to make a mess."

Kubo's concern was palpable as he noticed the blood staining your legs and the seat. He couldn't help but ask why this was happening.
"Doll... is this normal?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Is it supposed to have blood?"

"I think it's normal. It was my first time..." You blushed.

Kubo's heart clenched at your words, he was both touched by your confession and also felt a sense of guilt for not being more careful.
"It was your first time?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was afraid you would refuse me, and I also didn't know it would end up being so difficult. Your size is not average, I suppose."

Kubo felt a mix of emotions hearing your words, his heart clenching with a mixture of guilt and tenderness.
"Doll, I would never refuse you," he murmured, his voice gentle. "But I feel guilty that I wasn't more careful. I should have been more gentle with you, given it was your first time."

"You were gentle enough. You can fuck me slowly next time.." you giggle.

Kubo's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his body reacting to the thought of being with you again. He knew that he wanted you again, but he also knew that he would need to be more careful.

"Doll... I promise I'll be slow and gentle next time," he murmured, his voice dark desire. "I'll make sure you feel good, and never feel pain like this again."