The flight attendant shuts off the TV, leaving us alone as she walks back to her station.
“I want that too,” I whisper. “From here on out, no more Landon. Just us.”
“Just us.” He peeks at the flight attendant who’s talking to the pilot. “Want to go in the back?”
I bend my head and whisper, “Winston, we can’t.”
He stands, takes my hand, and pulls me to my feet. “We can. This is my plane. I can do whatever I want and right now, what I want is you.” He tugs me behind him as we hurry to the back of the plane.
I look behind me, hoping the flight attendant isn’t looking.
She is.
And all she does is smirk and turn away.
Winston pulls the door open, yanks me inside. I lose my footing and I’m about to land on the bed when Winston snags my wrist, tugs me against him, and slams me against the jet’s wall. He stares at me with such intensity, and his hands lift my dress as he runs his palms up my thighs.
I gasp from his touch, the way his smooth fingers drift up my thighs. Not even the loud roar of the jet engine is as loud as the blood soaring in my veins.
“We can’t,” I whisper against his lips as he teases me by ghosting them over mine.
“Oh, we are.” He cups my pussy, growling when he feels how wet I am. “And it seems like you want to.” He kisses the side of my neck, dragging the strap of my dress down my shoulder. “Unless, you want to go back and sit down, but if you stay—” He tugs my panties down my legs, tucking them into his pocket. “I promise you’ll be addicted to the mile high club.”
I nibble my lip, watching as he falls to his knees in front of me. He lifts my leg onto his shoulder, kissing my ankle and working his way up my thigh until he buries his face between my legs. One swipe of his tongue along my pussy and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep myself from being too loud.
I’m used to trying not to wake the baby, so I should be able to keep my pleasurable moans muffled. Winston moans, burying himself deeper, his tongue rolling. His fingers find my clit, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. My hands run through his thick silver hair, gripping it as I ride his face.
“Just like that, Winston. Oh god, I’m close. Don’t stop. Don’t?—”
But he does.
He pulls away, his lips shining with my lust, and he looks up at me with wicked green eyes that hold a promise to ruin me.
“Winston!” I object, trying to push him back between my legs.
He stands and without a word, slams his lips against mine. I taste myself on him when he slides his tongue across mine. Reaching between us, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, freeing his cock. Lifting my by my hips, he guides me down his cock, and we groan in unison when we feel one another.
“Fuck, I could be inside you twenty-four hours a day and it wouldn’t be enough.” He slams into me without mercy, continuing the rampage of his thrusts.
His thick cock stretches me, pulling me closer to the edge once more.
He cups my breasts, hard and unrelenting. Tugging my dress down to free them, he bends down, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, handling them in desperation.
“I can’t get close enough,” he says. “I can never seem to get close enough.” He spins us around, slamming us onto the bed, and drives into me, hard and deep. “Fuck, I want more, Dove. Give me more.” He hooks his hands around my shoulders, pressing me down so I take even more of him.
I cry out, uncaring if anyone hears me.
“You’re all mine, Dove. Forever.”
“Yours,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back. “Only yours.”
He yanks my head back by the roots of my hair, sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. I know there will be a mark. I’ll have small bruises all over from how hard he’s gripping onto me. And I love it.
I love knowing that when I look in the mirror and see the small finger-shaped bruises, it’s from him being unable to control himself. He wants me to the point of being as close as possible to my body. How lucky am I?
Winston grabs onto my ass with one hand, keeping my head pinned back with the other. He rolls my clit again, and that’s all it takes for me to explode. Fireworks blind my vision, my orgasm causing me to clench around his cock and soak it with my cum.
“Fuck, Dove. You feel so good. You’re going to make me come.” He wraps a hand around my throat and forces me to look at him. “And you’re going to take every fucking drop so our son can have sibling.”
The words alone have my toes curling from another orgasm.
Winston buries himself as hard and deep as possible, nibbling the shell of my ear when he moans. His warmth fills me, leaving me sleepy, relaxed, and in need of a nap.
I’m miles high.
And I never want to come down.
The End
