“My sister was murdered the day of my wedding. I don’t have another one,” I tell him as I turn on my heels and stride out the door, just barely missing the whisper of Leon’s voice to the others.
“This is why we should have told her.”
What does he mean by that?
forty-five
Dima is making himself busy with the pretty petite stewardess at the back of the plane. The bedroom at the back is nearly soundproof but her porn star worthy moans manage to seep through the carefully crafted walls.
Blyad.
Her moans sound practiced, not authentic. Images of my sweet wife writhing and moaning beneath me have my body tightening and cock hardening. Groaning, I release my belt and free my hard cock. My eyes close as I conjure up a vision of Ava before me on her knees, her emerald eyes shining up at me innocently as she takes my cock in her hot, wet mouth.
I fist my cock, pumping it slowly as I let the fantasy take over.
Fuck.
Ava kisses my cock, swirling her tongue along the smooth wet head. I let out a throaty groan, relishing in the soft feel of her tongue as she flattens it at the base of the tip before her hot delicious mouth engulfs my length.
She sucks and I moan, my eyes closing. Hand burying itself in her ginger curls.
I buck into her mouth as she drops down further, taking more of me into her warm, wet hole. It takes everything I have not to take control and force her head down until her nose touches my stomach. Instead, I massage my fingers along her scalp, reveling in the way she preens against my steady action.
Rough, feral sounds escape my throat as she laps at my cock. It isn’t long before she adds her small, delicate hand to the mix. She squeezes the base of my cock roughly, the pressure causing my hips to jerk the tip of my cock further into her mouth as she works the two in tandem.
Pleasure builds, my balls tightening the more aggressive she sucks and strokes. On her knees before me, Ava holds all the power. My hand grasps her hair tighter as I chase the euphoria she is creating inside of me.
Fuck.
Wrenching her hair back, I pull her mouth from my cock. My free hand squeezes her cheeks, forcing her mouth open.
“Stroke me hard until I come,” I growl, her obedience nearly sending me over the edge as she reaches her hand out and strokes my painfully hard member. It takes just a few strokes of her soft hand to send me barreling over the edge. I curse, groaning her name as my release spurts over her mouth and cheeks.
Ava is perfect.
A high-pitched scream sends me careening from my fantasy and back to the hellish nightmare of reality. I let my hand fall from my softening cock and take a deep breath. Then I clean myself up and tuck myself away.
When I get my hands on her again, there will be no saving her. I’ll fuck her until we are both too exhausted to go on and the moment she thinks she is free, I’ll do it all over again. She will remember who owns her.
Me.
Ava is mine and the minute I return I will remind her of that fact.
Hinges squeak, the woosh of a door opening alerts me that Dima is finished with his business. He was only sixteen when he came to me, begging me for a job and a way out of the toilet he called a life. He was a junkie with only the clothes on his back. His girlfriend packed up her shit and ran, and his crew got wasted after a raid gone wrong. Dima was left with nothing, and I helped build him into the man he is today.
Strong. Resilient and a coward when it comes to confronting the woman who sold his crew down the river. Instead of finding her, he buries his dick in easy, disposable pussy. Not the best way to deal with your trauma, but I’m not going to judge him for it.
“I really wish you would stop fucking the stewardesses.” I shake my head and sigh. “Do you know how hard it is to find good ones that keep their mouths shut after the ones you fuck get their heart broken and quit?”
Dima shrugs.
“If it helps, I’ll hire the next one,” he volunteers.
“After this one quits, I’m hiring male ones,” I threaten lightly. “Beefy, male ones.”
Dima crows with laughter; his head thrown back at the absurd threat. “Those are always the most fun to dominate.” The fucker winks at me.
The gall of this kid.
