Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Start the program,” she says softly. “Show me what it’s like.”
I punch a few buttons, the display blips to life, and the simulated world appears: clouds, horizon, instrument readout. I guide her hands to the controls, showing her how to pull up, bank left, level out.
She’s a quick study. Her touch is tentative at first, then stronger, more confident.
“Can I crash?” she asks.
“Not in here,” I say. “But I’ll catch you if you do.”
She looks over her shoulder. “Promise?”
“Promise,” I say, and this time I don’t bother holding back. I bend down, press my mouth to the slim length of her neck, and taste her skin—salt, perfume, a sweetness that’s all her own. She doesn’t freeze, doesn’t shy away. Instead, she lets go of the yoke and reaches up, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
I take it slow. My hands bracket her ribcage, and I can feel her heart hammering through the thin fabric of her dress. She turns in the seat, twists to face me, and her lips find mine. It’s soft, hesitant at first, but then she bites down—just enough to make me grunt.
“Is this what you want, Jack?” she whispers.
I’m a grown man. I should be able to say no, keep a lid on it, but I’ve had enough of saying no to the things I want.
I kiss her back, hard, tongue slipping between her lips as her arms snake around my neck. She moans into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I unbuckle Eliza’s seatbelt, drag her out of the simulator, and then spin her so she’s sitting on the plane’s wing, legs spread around my hips.
Her thighs grip me. I grind against her, the friction exquisite through the layers of clothing. Yet she’s warm and trembling beneath me, her big breasts pressed up against the hard wall of my chest.
“Eliza,” I warn. “If we keep going, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
She smiles, all teeth and mischief. “So don’t stop.”
I grab the young woman’s hips, hoist her into my arms, and stumble until she’s pressed up against the nearest wall that shows some redheaded pinup grinning over a bomb bay. Fitting.
Meanwhile, Eliza wraps her legs around me, dress riding up to her waist. I slide a hand up her thigh, hook a finger under the edge of her panties, and holy fuck, but she’s soaked—no surprise, but the confirmation makes me spurt into my pants.
“You sure about this?” I ask, voice rough.
She nods. “Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”
That does it. I yank her panties aside and sink two fingers inside, curling them until she bucks against my hand. Her head falls back, golden hair spilling over her shoulders as she moans, her eyes drifting shut.
“Oh yes, Daddy. Oh yes yes yes, that feels so good. Don’t tease me.”
I laugh, low and dangerous, while twisting my fingers in her squelching cunt. “You don’t know what teasing is, sweetheart.”
She gasps as I finger her, slow at first, then faster, matching the way her hips buck and grind against my palm. I thumb her clit, and she nearly bites through her own lip to keep from screaming, as I begin to shake my fingers in her pussy, hot juices pouring over my wrist.
But Eliza wants to touch me too, and she reaches down, fumbling with the button on my jeans, finally working me free. My cock springs up, angry and red, and she wraps her hand around the massive length, pumping slow and sensual. There’s so much pre-come that within seconds, the entire rod is lubed and wet.
“Fuck,” I groan, letting her work me for a second. Then I grab her wrist, pin it above her head, and push into her tiny twat in one smooth thrust.
“Ooooh!” she cries out, the sound echoing off the museum walls. “Mmm, yes Daddy, yes! Oooh, that feels good!”
I fuck the young woman hard and fast, her channel so wet that obscene sucking sounds ring out in the museum. Her pussy grips me, slick and greedy, and I lose track of the world outside the radius of her body.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Baby, you’re so tight.”
“Yes, use my pussy,” she moans. “It’s yours to make yourself feel good, Daddy. Trash it.”
We go like that for what feels like forever—me slamming into her, her whispering filthy encouragements in my ear. “Harder, Jack. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, Daddy. Mmm, I want it!”
Her words drive me to the edge, and Eliza knows it. She digs her nails into my back, thighs trembling and then lets out a wail when I hit that special spot inside.
“Oooh, Daddy yes! More!”
I clamp a hand over her mouth. “Quiet, unless you want to get caught by the security guard.”
She licks my palm, moans against it, and then I feel her coming apart, the tremors starting in her core and rippling out. Her back arches as she wails again, the violent spasms of her cunt driving me to my own completion. I thrust a few more times and then let go, filling her with gallons of salty, virile cream.