Oh, Lord, this man. He’ll be the death of me.
Finally, he lines himself up with me. I grip the sink, my chest heaving, and quietly moan at that delicious moment when his thick head breaches my pussy.
He meets my gaze once more in the mirror and holds it, right until he bottoms out, balls deep inside me.
At that point, Zane winks… and I’m a goner.
CHAPTER 4
Saint
Dieu,this film is dull. I ought to get some shuteye. Taking off my headphones, I stand, stretching my arms to relieve the tension in my neck and shoulders. But then I pause, frowning. Behind me, the two seats Zane and Vani were occupying are empty.
What the fuck?
Narrowing my eyes, I figure out pretty quickly what they must be up to. Damn them for not inviting me.
My cock starts to harden, aching a little as I think about Vani getting fucked in an airplane bathroom.
Stepping my long legs over the stupid half doors they have on these booths, I stroll down the aisle toward the back of the section and stand by the first door, which is locked, listening. Nothing. The second door is unlocked and empty. But these are the bathrooms, and I bet Zane has her in the shower room.
Sure enough, as I near, I see the door is closed and the engaged sign is lit. Stepping closer, I put my head against the door and listen carefully.
Dirty bastard. I grin as I listen to the sounds of Zane fucking Vani. It’s only faint, but I can hear a rhythmicthump, thump,thump, together with little breathy cries. After a few seconds comes a low, drawn-out, feminine moan.
Fuck. That’s the sound Vani makes when she’s coming and trying to be quiet. I want so badly to be in there, seeing her lose it. Has he got her naked, or is he fucking her clothed?
I love to watch Zane’s cock split her pussy lips and push inside her. He’s so fucking big, there’s always a moment when her pussy seems to struggle to take him, even after all this time, and that gets me hot. One of the bonuses of the setup of our relationship is getting to watch another man fuck her with zero jealousy.
“Sir, can I help?” The flight attendant standing in front of me must be a damn assassin the way she snuck up on me.
A devious little thought enters my pretty head and I smirk. “Oui. There is someone in there, taking too long. Can you ask them to move it on?”
She glances at the door, then back at me. “I can’t, sir. They can take as long as they wish.”
“I think they might be dead,” I add dramatically. “Or at least incapacitated. They’ve been in there forever.”
“We’ve not been flying all that long, sir.”
“Fine. I’ll do the job myself.” I shrug then rap lightly on the door. “Hey. The flight attendant wants to know what you’re doing, taking all that time in there.”
There’s a gasped sound, a bang, and a soft giggle. The flight attendant’s eyebrows rise.
“Well.” She clears her throat. “Clearly, they aren’t dead. And please, can we keep the noise down. People are sleeping on the aircraft, sir.”
“Out in a minute,” Vani calls from behind the closed door.
The attendant ducks her head in a nod. “There you go, sir.”
She walks off down the cabin, an extra sway in her hips. Back in the day, she might have been the kind of woman I’d have fucked for a bit of fun.
Now, despite her extra swing and wiggle as she walks away from me, she leaves me cold. I only have eyes for Vani.
It’s true, as tragic as that makes me. These days, I am a one-woman man who probably couldn’t get it up for another woman, even if I tried.
Vani has bewitched me.
Speaking of the temptress, the door to the shower room opens, and there she is. All tumbling curls, flushed cheeks, and massive tits, outlined beautifully by the soft sweater I bought her.
