Page 176 of Sins of Arrogance

“Stop.” But I don’t move her hand away, do I?

“I don’t want to.” She squeezes me again and rubs her hand up and down the log in my pants. “I want you to lose con­trol, Mick.”

She doesn’t know what she’s ask­ing for. “You’re go­ing to get your wish if you keep that up. I’ll fuck you right here.”

“With the pi­lot and the se­cu­rity team just on the other side of the cur­tain?” She doesn’t sound ap­palled by the idea; she sounds ex­cited.

Fuck. Me.

Kara’s hand strokes me through my trousers like she owns me – which she does – and I bite back a groan.

“You want me,” she whis­pers.

“No feckin’ idea how much,” I rasp, the mus­cles in my thighs lock­ing up with re­straint. “Get in my lap.”

She hes­i­tates.

I undo my seat­belt. “If you want this, get your tight pussy over here.”

I don’t talk to her like this. That’s not part of our sex life.

But in­stead of of­fend­ing her, it turns my wife on. She un­buck­les her seat­belt and jumps up be­fore reach­ing un­der her dress and pulling off her panties.

This ver­sion of Kara is go­ing to kill me dead, but I’ll en­joy ev­ery sec­ond on my road to hell.

“Come here, mo chroí.” The words rum­ble from deep in my chest.

Tug­ging her sexy dress up to her hips, she scram­bles onto my lap. With­out hes­i­tat­ing, Kara swings one leg over, strad­dling me. Her knees set­tle on ei­ther side of my hips on the soft leather seat, her dress rid­ing up over her thighs.

I drag my palms over the silky skin of her legs, so warm and soft.

Breath­ing hard, she leans for­ward and braces her hands on my shoul­ders.

I kiss her. Hard.

Her mouth parts with a gasp, and I take full ad­van­tage. Our tongues col­lide, and ev­ery­thing I’ve been hold­ing back – ev­ery­thing she’s just given me per­mis­sion to un­leash – pours out of me.

She rocks against me, and my hands slide to her back­side, grip­ping the gen­er­ous curve and pulling her tight to me. I grind against her, and she moans into my mouth.

“I need you now,” she pants. “I need you in me.”

That’s all it takes. I yank at my belt, then my zip­per. Then I line my­self up, the head of my cock brush­ing against her wet heat.

“This is what you want?” I growl, my voice low and rough in her ear. “You want me to fuck you in a he­li­copter, know­ing my men are just feet away?”

“Yes,” she whis­pers, and that one word damn near un­does me.

She sinks down slowly, tak­ing me in inch by inch, her breath catch­ing as I stretch her open. But I’m not go­ing slow. She said she wants me to de­vour her. So, I do.

Tak­ing her mouth like the ma­rauder I am, I surge up, forc­ing my­self in­side her to the hilt in one bru­tal thrust.

She cries out against my lips, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Her hips cant back and forth press­ing her needy lit­tle clit against my pelvis.

My fin­gers dig into her hips as I guide her body up and down on my swollen dick.

“You’re so tight,” I mut­ter against her lips. “So bleedin’ hot and wet.”

“You make me that wa—” Her words cut off in a wail when I yank her down­ward as I shove up­wards, hit­ting her cervix.