Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I maneuver myself so I don’t accidentally press any buttons or touch any instruments, and hike one leg over him before I lower myself onto his lap. I undo the buttons on my shirt and pull it open, showing him I’m wearing no bra. Gripping his head, I pull it forward and straight to my nipple.
The light from inside is the only illumination. We are surrounded by nothingness outside the plane—the pitch-black sky with barely a star to be seen. His hand finds my ass, and he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. As he does, I lower myself little by little until I feel him at my entrance. He bites hard on my nipple, and I sink all the way down at the flash of pain. He grunts, and it’s like music to my ears.
I’ve been with men before.
But not once have I had this level of sexual chemistry with anyone.
Ever.
“Oh, Caterpillar loves it rough, doesn’t she?” he says against my breast.
I nod and lift my hands to my hair, digging my fingers into the loose locks as I start moving. He bites my other nipple just as hard.
The roughest sex I ever had with Deven was him spanking me.
That’s it.
It sucked.
Even the spank wasn’t enough to leave my ass marked for days.
I want it to be memorable.
Reon knows exactly how to be remembered. He has a masterful cock, one that made me jump on a plane with him so I can get more of it. I move faster and faster, up and down. His hands are all over me, on my ass, my hips. But I don’t stop.
I know he’s reaching his limit when his grunts sound almost pained. The feeling I get from making this powerful man fall hard is unlike any other.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls.
His head is over my shoulder, and his hands are back on the plane’s controls, turning off autopilot. I feel the plane move forward, so I grip my hands around his neck and hold on for dear life.
We dip, and I fly up, and as fast as I go up, I’m coming back down and slamming even harder onto him.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as he repeats whatever he just did.
“Fucking hell,” he says and then curses some more, his hands working behind me. I’m too focused on myself to care if we’re about to die.
I want this orgasm.
I’m practically screaming for it to come.
And on the third dip, when I slam back onto him, I shatter.
He must put the plane back on autopilot because his hands grip my hips and rock me back and forth quickly. I can feel myself building back up again.
“We could have died,” he says, bites my neck, and doesn’t stop moving me. Deven never took control like this. I feel his teeth dig in, and I wonder if he’s drawing blood.
Pulling away, I feel him come, and just as he does, my second release follows, and the rocking of my hips speeds up.
“That pussy is milking the fuck out of my cock. Keep going.”
I take over the rocking, unable to stop myself. And when a third orgasm comes, I lean forward and bite his shoulder through his shirt to stop the scream.
While we sit there, still connected, both out of breath, the plane starts making acceleration noises.
“Get in your seat. It’s time to land.”
I climb off him, not even bothering to fix myself. He pulls the condom off, ties it up, and throws it behind him before he zips himself up and begins pressing buttons on the instrument panel.
“Are you meeting with anyone here when we land?” I ask.
“Yes,” he answers, his headset back on. His attention is off me and back on flying the plane.
“Who?”
“My ex,” he says, just as I buckle myself back in and start to do up my shirt. I feel his eyes on me. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No, should it?”
He smirks and turns back to the inky-colored expanse. “I guess not.”
I watch in fascination as he lands the plane, my attention split between him commanding the controls and the sky around us.
He’s definitely good at what he does, making it look easy. I wonder how long he has been doing this.
When we land, he stands and unbuckles me as if I didn’t just buckle myself into the seat, then tells me to follow him. He grabs my bag and carries it out the door. As soon as we step onto the tarmac, I notice a woman standing there. She’s looking down at her cell. She has long legs and is wearing a white shirt and a black miniskirt. She appears to be dressed for business, but in a hot, maybe even risky way.
“Hannah.”
She raises her head, and her gaze tracks to me. I arch a brow as I stand there, and she checks me out from head to toe, her eyes lingering on every curve and contour of my body.