“Be quick,” Renzo says. “I will call the gate, but they won’t wait forever.” Flying commercial sucks. Perhaps I shouldn’t have given my pilot the night off, but he has a young family, and I didn’t want to keep Petro from them at Christmas. Renzo slaps my phone in my hand along with a condom, piercing me with a look.
“We won’t miss the flight,” I promise because I know he wants to get home to his wife and kids too.
“Try anything and you’re a dead man,” Renzo warns the stranger. “Hurt one hair on her head, and you won’t make it out of that bathroom alive.” There is no disguising the intent in his tone.
“You have nothing to worry about. Your wife is safe with me,” the stranger replies before I yank him into the bathroom and lock the door.
“Those are some of the weirdest words to ever come out of my mouth,” he admits, looking highly amused while I tug at the belt holding his pants up.
“Shut up. We’re here to fuck, not talk.” Unbuttoning his pants, I let them fall to the ground as I dive my hand underneath his boxers, gripping his semi-hard length.
He hisses as I stroke him, his erection solidifying in record time at my touch. He’s big, and I’m salivating at the anticipation of feeling him inside me.
He cups my breasts through my dress, kneading me hard. “I was hoping these were real.”
“Like I’m hoping you know how to use the gift God gave you.” I drag his boxers down his muscular thighs and toned legs. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of his magnificent cock. It’s long, thick, and beautiful, jutting out straight from his body, primed and ready to give me pleasure. Swiping my thumb across the tip through the bead of precum lodging there, I wish I had time to suck him off.
I’m surprised at my thought, reminding myself again it’s for the best I don’t. These types of reactions are not usual for me, and I already know this man would be dangerous for my sanity.
“Trust me, you’ll have no complaints.” Circling his hand around his hard-on, he gives it a few quick pumps while watching me with hungry eyes as I shimmy my lace panties down my legs.
“Just so you know,” I say, walking over to the sink. “I am armed.” I flip the button on my cell phone, revealing the hidden knife inside. I hold it up, showing it to him. “I know how to use it too.”
“Who are you?” he asks, walking toward me, loosely holding his boxers and pants up. Fresh curiosity is etched across his face.
“The woman you’re about to fuck.” Gripping his chin with my free hand, I bring his face down to mine and claim his mouth in a searing-hot kiss I feel all the way to the tips of my toes. His pants and boxers pool at our feet, and I feel the heat from his cock as it presses against my belly through my dress.
Unconcerned I am holding a knife to his stomach, he responds enthusiastically, angling our heads and devouring my lips in a punishing kiss that has my insides rejoicing and my pussy pulsing with potent need.
This man knows how to kiss a woman, and I can’t remember ever being kissed so thoroughly.
“Turn around,” he growls against my lips. “Keep the knife in your hand if you need it, but you aren’t in danger from me. I won’t hurt you.” Diving to my neck, he nips at my skin. “Unless you want me to.”
His words irritate me, and I move my knife up, pressing the tip against his throat. “I thought I told you to shut up. Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me or get the hell out.”
Most men would run for the hills right about now, but this man once again proves he’s no ordinary man. He grins, almost blinding me with a dazzling white smile. “I think I might love you,” he says as I nick his skin and a fine line of blood rises to the surface.
I snort out a laugh, instinctively knowing I don’t need the knife. “I think you must be as fucked up as me.” I’m rarely honest with men, but it’s the truth. Spinning around, I place my hands on the counter as he yanks my dress up to my waist and slaps my ass. My pussy is drenched in a way it never has been before. “That’s for cutting me,” he snarls, slapping my ass again. I glare at him over my shoulder as he lowers to his knees.
“FYI. I didn’t ask, or want, to be slapped.”
“Liar.” He plunges two fingers deep inside me. “You’re fucking soaked. You liked it. Probably want more.”
I don’t wish to explore those words or what they might mean to me. “You’re all talk and no action.” I bait him, biting my lip to stifle a moan of pleasure as he scissors his fingers inside me.
“Your pussy is beautiful,” he says before shoving his face up against me from behind. Ripples of pleasure wash over me as he licks my slit and plunges his tongue inside me. I want him to make me come like this and then fuck me and make me come again. But there isn’t time, and I can’t miss this flight because that wouldn’t be fair to Renzo.
Reaching around, I grab fistfuls of the hot stranger’s hair, yanking hard on the thick strands until he stops what he’s doing and looks up. “There isn’t time. You have three minutes to fuck me or I’m leaving.”
He climbs awkwardly to his feet, reaching out to hold on to the wall to steady himself, his lower legs tangled in the wrinkled pants. “If you were mine, I would never share you with another man.” He snatches the condom from my fingers and rolls it over his hard shaft. “But your husband’s shortcomings work to my advantage.” He grabs my hips and tilts my ass up before slamming his cock inside me in one hard drive.
A scream tears from my throat. Predicting my reaction, he covers my mouth with his hand, stifling my scream of passion, before Renzo bursts in here, all guns blazing. I can only hold on for dear life as the handsome stranger fucks me into oblivion.
The sounds coming from me are wholly new, along with the sensations he coaxes from my body, as he pounds into me with savage need. Every thrust of his cock sends sparks flying over my skin, and my climax is steadily building. He commands my body like a man who knows his way around a woman’s body. One hand possessively holds my hip in place while he wraps my hair around his other hand, tugging my head back as he rams into me.
I’m not even shocked I have relinquished all control to him. I’m too lost to sensation to fully recognize it or to care. My skin is flushed, and I’m hot all over, my muscles quivering and limbs turning to jelly, as he fucks me hard and raw, like he can’t get enough. My walls clench around him as he buries himself deep, and I’m pushing back against his dick, in synchronization with his movements, greedy for more.
“Fucking hell,” he grunts while driving deep inside me. “Your cunt is so hot, so tight, so warm. I could live in here until I die and be completely and utterly happy.”
