Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Fuck!” he shouts. “Oh shit!”
A huge burst of come floods my insides, the lashes powerful and hot as they paint my pussy in his colors. I gasp as he dumps a huge load into my sweetest spot, my hole stretched so hard as he sprays me with seed.
“Shit, you feel good,” he rasps. “Milking me for everything I’ve got. Never fucked a sluttier pussy in my life!”
I can only let out a breathy moan in response as he continues to pump me full. There’s so much that the semen literally spills out from where we’re joined, a hot trail leaking down one of my thighs. And yet I love it because this is what I was born to do. Pleasing men is my thing, and this hijacker, as horny and handsome as he is, is no exception.
Finally, however, the gorgeous terrorist stops and I slump against the wall, trying to catch my breath. OMG, did that really happen? Did I really just have sex with a criminal in order to keep our flight safe? I must be a mess with my dress crumpled around my waist and my skin flushed, hot, and damp. Even more, when he finally pulls out, it’s like unplugging a stopper. A gush of seed courses from my folds, dripping heavily down one leg almost all the way to my ankle.
But the handsome hijacker merely stares between my thighs as he runs a big hand over my swollen cunt, catching the fluid in his palm. Then, he reaches up to trace his fingers over my back pleats, and I gasp, turning to look at him over one narrow shoulder with wide eyes.
“Are you going to…?” I whisper. “Really?”
Those blue eyes glint as he stares back at me, a cocky smile on his sculpted lips.
“I am,” he rasps while slowly easing my backdoor open with his fingers. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
I merely whimper as my head drops, my curves shaking with need once more. After all, I’ve met my match with this man … and now, I only want more.
4
RANGER
The next day.
I let out a grunt while taking a seat at the hotel bar, wincing as I rub at my stiff shoulder. Fuck, the airport police were rough yesterday. What’s up with that?
Then again, I can’t blame them because they had no idea that actually, I’m a part-time air marshal for the TSA. They thought I was a real hijacker at first, and wrestled me out of the plane in cuffs before hustling me into a small detention room at Heathrow. It was only then that I revealed my name and occupation, and yes, part-time air marshals exist. Basically, with the increase in passenger disruptions, the TSA was desperate to hire. As a result, they now allow folks to work part-time and I signed up for that shit immediately. I don’t need the money, but it’s always been a dream of mine to carry a gun onboard, and that definitely happened yesterday.
Then again, things went off the rails, and by ‘off the rails’ I mean way off. I shake my head again, remembering the beautiful woman who saved a flight full of people. That was certainly unexpected because the hijacking was staged, of course, even if I ended up scaring a shit ton of people. But what no one anticipated was a sweet, succulent woman stepping in to “sacrifice” herself to keep me under control. We had no idea that she’d lock herself in the lavatory with me, and then offer that curvy body as a distraction.
Obviously, I wasn’t supposed to touch her. I should have continued to act like a crazed maniac, but there’s no way I should have set one finger on her creamy skin, much less inserted myself into her pussy and ass. But the beautiful brunette was so fucking luscious and slutty, and I couldn’t help myself. So yes, I took what she was offering, and I have no regrets today.
Goddamn. What has the world come to? I shake my head while sipping at my bourbon. Obviously, I’m going to be fired by the TSA, but it doesn’t matter. As the CEO of Titan Consulting, that shit was just for fun. Even if they fine me, it won’t make a difference. I’ll happily pay six figures or even more as a penalty because I got a taste of that gorgeous brunette’s body, and it was worth it.
“More?” the bartender asks politely, with a questioning look.
I grunt.
“Sure. Why not?”
I sigh, looking around the bar as the man disappears with my tumbler. Honestly, I should be up in my suite, icing my shoulder, but instead, here I am, waiting for a call girl.
What the fuck is wrong with you? the voice in my head screams. After yesterday’s shitshow, you’re meeting up with a hooker?
Then again, this date was booked in advance with no option for a refund. Yes, the timing could be better, but sometimes you can’t help what happens.