Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
I stop breathing for a moment, but a whisper in my head says, do it. Live a little.
I slide my fingers under the gusset of my panties. I’m wet, and touching myself nearly makes me moan. It’s suddenly way too hot in the airplane cabin.
“Now rub that little clitty. Rub it like it’s Aladdin’s lamp.”
My face goes slack and I slouch in my seat, the pad of my index finger moving over my little button.
“Tap it now. Give it a little spank. That’s what I’m going to do as soon as we get off this plane.”
My chest lifts and falls like the heaving bosom of every heroine in a Regency romance as I obey him, tapping my clit with as much force as I can get without lifting my whole hand.
“Now dip a finger inside that pussy and give me a taste.”
Oh lordy. My face heats and I don’t move for a moment. I’m not sure I can do this.
Tony tugs my hair. “Now, songbird.”
Screw it. I dip a finger in. Lord, I’m wet. The moment my finger enters, my pussy lubricates, making everything slippery and smooth. Delicious. I don’t consider myself a sexual person. My one foray into a sexual relationship was awkward, at best. But right now I’ve never felt like such a sexual being. Like a hedonist, wanting to explore every pleasure possible for my body. I love having a witness, a coach. No, a boss.
Tony’s hand closes around my wrist. “Let me taste.” His gravelly voice almost sounds pained. I remove my finger and let him pull it to his mouth. He gives it a long suck, causing my pussy to squeeze and lift with each sweep of his tongue.
If my voice were capable of sound, I would’ve let out a mewl—the air definitely comes out that way.
He holds my gaze. “Even more delicious than I expected.”
A shiver of pleasure runs through me.
He takes another suck and gives my hand back. “No more touching. Not until I’ve had my mouth on that pussy and hear you scream.”
A mini-orgasm rolls through me. I’m all trembly and horny and ready to go off, and we still have forty minutes until we land.
Tony leans his head toward me. “I take that back. No screaming for you, songbird. That would be a bad idea.”
I can’t help but laugh, lifting my face to his. He’s smiling, his eyes warm and crinkled.
“You’ll just have to”—he waves his hands in the air as if to help him think—“clap for me.”
I giggle and he chuckles, too.
I look away. It’s one thing to have crazy hate sex with this guy, but I definitely don’t want to start liking him. Not when he’s the asshole putting a choke-hold on me and my family.
We’re the first ones off the plane and Tony moves through the airport with long strides. I decide he wasn’t serious about spanking my pussy. It was part of his torture of getting me excited and then telling me no. Another punishment.
But then he makes a sharp turn and tugs me toward a restroom. A stand-alone family restroom.
Thank the lord.
The second we’re inside and the door is locked, he pins me to the wall, my wrists pinioned under his meaty palm, his other hand stroking between my legs. His lips crash down with a kiss.
It’s a hard, demanding kiss, the kind that leaves you breathless. The kind that I thought only happened in those movies where the characters are tearing each other’s clothes off. And yeah, that’s what I want to do. I run my hands over Tony’s hard body, exploring the hard lines of his washboard abs, his thick cock straining under his pants.
He drops to his knees, apparently not caring about his nice trousers getting dirty, and tears my panties off. With one hand pressing my middle against the wall, and one holding my knee up, he dives in, shocking me with his tongue.
He clearly knows exactly what he’s doing. The guy licks me from anus to clit without hesitation. I squirm against the wall, silent squeaks coming from my throat. He slides two fingers in me, stretching my pussy as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
“Jesus, you’re tight, baby.”
“Yeah,” I pant.
He shoves his fingers in and out, hard. “No talking.” His tone is deep and hard.
I throw my head back, my standing leg buckling.
It doesn’t matter; he holds me up, fucking me with two fingers, sucking my clit. When he changes position to put his thumb in my pussy and a finger on my anus, I shriek.
“Uh uh. No sounds. Hold your breath and I’ll make you come.” His wicked fingers keep working every erogenous zone, massaging my anus, pumping in and out of my pussy.
I do as he says and hold my breath.
He’s right. The deprivation of oxygen brings me right to the brink and then hurtling over the edge. I keep holding my breath through the orgasm that makes my entire body convulse with pleasure, not dragging in a long, desperate breath until I’m on the other end of it.