Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I whimpered, hating myself for it. I was torn between wanting him to stop and wanting to open my legs wider. I tried to mentally fight this. My body’s craving for this man.
“Don’t you have a flight attendant you can have suck you off?” I asked him, but my voice sounded breathless rather than snide.
A deep chuckle tickled my ear. “Careful. You sound jealous.”
I was, and I wasn’t. Because just like the flight attendant he’d used, he’d also used me.
His finger rubbed my clit, and the wetness pooling down there was unfortunate. I had no control over it. If I had, I’d have made sure to stay bone dry.
“That’s it.” His voice was husky as he ran his finger down to my aching core. “You might not like that you want me, but you do. Your body wants me. It wants to be my pretty little slut. Spreading your thighs for only me.”
Oh God, please don’t let me have an orgasm.
I fought against lifting my hips. I would not enjoy this.
“I wasn’t lying. This pussy is the sweetest, tightest one I’ve ever had.” He pressed a kiss on my neck, and I shivered. “I’m not gonna share it. And you’re gonna give it to me when I want it.”
I shook my head. “No, I won’t,” I said, wishing I’d sounded firmer.
His tongue flicked against the pulse in my neck. “Ringlets, your pussy is dripping wet.” He thrust his finger in and out of me to prove his point.
The door to the front of the plane opened, and I watched over his shoulder as the flight attendant stepped out. I tried to push him away and press my thighs together, but a sadistic laugh rumbled in his chest as he replaced his one finger with two.
“Stop,” I told him. “The attendant is in here.”
The trail of his hot breath and lips moved up my neck. “She can’t see your pussy. My hand is covering it up.”
“She can tell what you are doing.”
“Mmhmm,” he murmured against my skin.
She looked unsure of what to do and glanced at his empty glass.
“Ah fuck, Ringlets. You keep that up, and there will be a puddle in this seat,” he said as another gush came from my traitorous body.
I gripped his arms, not sure if I was trying to stop him anymore.
“She can hear you,” I panted.
His thumb began to rub my clit, and I dropped my face to his shoulder, closing my eyes tightly as I tried to fight off the climax building.
“Please, stop,” I begged.
I jerked as his teeth sank into the curve of my neck.
“Your cunt is squeezing my fingers, and your clit is swollen and pulsing under my thumb. Do you really want me to stop?”
No. Yes. Oh God.
“Linc.” His name sounded like a moan.
“That’s a good girl. Show her how sweet you come for me, Ringlets. Coat my fingers so I can lick them clean.”
“I can’t. She’s gonna hear me,” I said in a strangled whisper.
“She offered me her cunt to fuck, but whose cunt are my fingers buried in? Show her whose cunt I want. Whose cunt I take care of.” His dark, tempting words were right against my ear.
My legs opened more.
“Ah, there we go. Open wide for me. Show her that I already have my own naughty slut.”
I gasped, trying to hold it back, but it slipped away from me. He could have fucked her, but he was finger-fucking me. My body began to shudder, and I muffled my cry as the orgasm hit me.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Ride my hand. Get the taste of that sweet pussy all over it.”
I didn’t know if she was still in here or not, but I hoped she had gone. I couldn’t believe I had given in to him again.
He removed his hand from between my legs and grabbed my wrists, then tugged me up from the seat. My knees were wobbly as he turned us so that he could sink down onto it instead. His hooded eyes slid up my body while he unzipped his jeans. What was he doing?
I glanced over to see the attendant eyeing him hungrily.
What the hell?
“Get the panties off and come straddle my cock,” he said as he pulled it out and began to stroke it.
I looked at him, then back to the attendant. Was she just going to stand there and continue to watch? I…I wasn’t about to orgasm this time, and there was no way I was doing this.
“Leave,” he barked at her, then reached for my thigh. “Take them off, or I’ll rip them off.”
The door closed as she exited the cabin.
I looked back down at his erection and swallowed. “What if Stevie wakes up?”
“We will see her come out. I’ll tell her Mommy was just sitting on Daddy’s lap.”
“You can’t tell her that,” I hissed.