“I can’t believe I just saw Lizzo perform live and met her in fucking person. I can’t wait to get home and tell Dad,” she exclaims, popping another blackberry in her delectable mouth.
My eyes zero in on the way her pink tongue sweeps over her plush lips, wiping away the wine-colored juices.
Thank fuck we’re back on the jet. I spent the majority of the day hard.
“I’m happy you had a great day,” I smile.
Her gray eyes light up, “Great is not the adjective to describe the day I had. Phenomenal, extraordinary, prodigious. Those words begin to express the type of day I had with you.”
My chest tightens at her confession. Not just the concert but her time with me.
Extending my hand across the table, I help her stand. I want us to have more privacy, so I make my way to the bedroom at the plane’s rear.
Shutting the door with my foot, I hold Ariah’s hand until I sit on the bed, and she straddles my lap. Her skirt rides up, exposing the lace of her black panties.
I groan at the sight, “Are you wet for me, Love?”
Her answering whimper invites my fingers to explore.
“Yes,” her emphatic response encourages me to lift her skirt over her hips.
Sliding her damp panties to the side, my nostrils flare at the smell of her arousal as I insert two fingers into her waiting pussy.
“Mmhmm. Fuck, Wy,” she moans at the stretch of her walls around my thick middle and ring fingers, as she bites her lip, turning them blush red.
My hand pumps in, slow and deep, twisting as they pull out before slamming back in. My pace is steady until I hear the hitch of her breath on my face. Increasing the tempo, I make shallow strokes. My dick gets harder with each convulsion around my digits— her walls spasming.
“Please, Wy. I need more of you,” she cries out.
“You want me to slam my cock in this pretty pussy, Love?”
She groans, nodding her plea.
“Use your words. I want to hear you beg for me to stretch you open and have your virgin pussy weeping over my fat cock,” I grunt.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I bust in my jeans. It will all be worth it, though.
My words have her shaking around my fingers, and I picture what it will be like to feel the flutters strangling my piercings.
“I want you to shatter me,” she screams.
And fuck do I want that too, but I can’t.
“No, Riri. I can’t be your first. My piercings would hurt you,” I grit out.
“What if I want to feel the pain?” She challenges.
My lip quirks. “Pain is something I’ll gladly give, but not like this. Not for your first time.”
I lift her chin so she can see the seriousness of my next words, “I may not be your first, but I’ll be your forever.” Then my lips crush to hers as she rides my fingers, and my thumb circles her clit. Her moans fill my mouth— our kisses grow violent as she gets closer to her release. Her pussy grips my fingers, and her head tips back.
“Bring that fucking mouth back to me now,” I growl.
Smoldering gray eyes darken at my command— her lips returning to mine, and I recapture her mouth as I increase my pace, pumping my fingers in and out of her soaking wet walls.
She releases a quiet, stuttered moan before a loud cry explodes from her mouth as her body shakes. My other hand pulls her into me, trying to fuse us together, eating her orgasm until her body finally stills.
“Fuck,” she sighs, resting her forehead to mine. “You-,” she begins to speak, but a voice comes over the intercom, interrupting her and shattering the bliss we felt only seconds ago.
