God, I can’t believe this is happening!
Outside the door, I heard the flight attendant banging around.
Why did I agree to this again? How is Charlie going to get inside without anyone seeing?
This place was so small that I barely fit myself.
Charlie was bigger—I pushed my thighs together—so much bigger.
“More snacks?” the flight attendant asked someone outside the door.
“I’ll take a whiskey,” Charlie said. “Seat 2B.”
“I’ll bring it right over,” she said, and then someone grabbed the handle.
My heart pounded inside my chest, my pussy absolutely soaked at how wrong this was. We were in public, on a crowded plane, in the middle of the sky! Someone could easily catch us fucking in the restroom.
Charlie stepped into the restroom and shut the door behind us, locking it. Before I knew it, he had me bent at the hip over the small metal sink, his icy eyes on mine in the mirror. He hooked his thumbs into my pants and pulled them down to my mid-thigh.
“The things I’ve been waiting to do to this pussy,” he whispered into my ear, one hand gripping my hair, forcing me to look into the mirror. He pressed his mouth against my soft spot, his stubble tickling my neck. “My balls are filled to the brim with so much cum for you.”
I bit down on my lower lip to hold back a whimper. “Charlie …”
He reached into his pants, pulled out his hard cock, and lined it up with my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that everyone on this plane hears you crying my name, Athie. When you walk out of here, everyone is going to know that your pussy is filled with my kids.”
And with that, he slammed into me.
I slapped a hand over my mouth to suppress another moan.
While he barely pulled out of me—there wasn’t that much space—he was thrusting into me hard and fast and so goddamn deep. He took one of my tits in his free hand and squeezed my nipple between his forefinger and middle finger.
Another moan left my mouth, this one louder. Pleasure built higher and higher inside my core, and I clenched around him and clutched the sink with all my might. I closed my eyes, feeling his balls slap against my clit with every thrust.
Fuck!
“You’re mine, Athie. All mine.”
I nodded and continued to squeeze my eyes closed.
He tugged further back on my hair. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
After sucking in a sharp breath—the pleasure rising and rising in my core—I opened my eyes and looked at him through the reflection. He drew his nose up the column of my neck, his hooded eyes on mine.
“Beg me,” he murmured.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please, fill me up with your cum,” I said, becoming more and more desperate by the moment. My pussy was gripping his cock harder than it ever had, and I was a wet mess. “Please, get me pregnant. Please, make me your wife.”
The last plea surprised me—because how could I say that to him this soon?!—but a wild groan escaped his mouth, and suddenly, he slammed deep inside me without pulling out. My pussy exploded all around him, and I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Make you my wife,” he grunted, pumping into me deeper somehow. “I like the sound of that.”
Why did I say that?!
God, the thought of Charlie getting me pregnant felt so good that I wanted to say it again. Make him come inside me over and over.
