Page 177 of Sins of Arrogance

Fuck. I have to slow down.

Re­gain con­trol.

But Kara’s vagi­nal walls tighten around me, and my wife’s body goes rigid in cli­max.

What the bleedin’ hell just hap­pened?

I rip my lips from hers and our gazes lock. She’s mov­ing against me, rid­ing out her ec­stasy, not a sin­gle sign of dis­tress on her plea­sure flushed fea­tures.

My lips find her neck. Her jaw. Her mouth again.

I’m not done. And nei­ther is she.

Surg­ing up, I carry her across the small lounge and lay her flat on the bench seat there. Then I start to pis­ton in and out of her, forc­ing her body to take more plea­sure.

Yank­ing her dress down her arms, I ex­pose her gen­er­ous curves. I want to squeeze her tits. Play with her nip­ples.

And that’s what I do as I ride her pussy with all the power in my body so much big­ger than hers.

“You were made for me,” I growl. “Ev­ery­thing about you.”

Pupils blown, she de­mands, “Say it again.”

“You. Were. Made. For. Me.”

She moans, loud enough I know even the pi­lot heard it. Good. Let them know who she be­longs to.

Our bod­ies slap to­gether, the wet sound of our join­ing loud in the oth­er­wise silent cabin. Her dress is bunched up like a corset from just be­low her boobs to the top of her mons. The neck­lace I gave her glints in the soft light, a mes­sage and a claim.

She is mine.

Al­ways.

“I’m com­ing again! Oh, Michael,” she gasps, her voice tinged with awe.

It’s not the first time she’s cli­maxed so close to­gether. Some­thing else is mak­ing her sound like that.

“Let go,” I growl. “Right now, Kara. Let me feel you.”

She does.

Her whole body trem­bles as she falls apart un­der me, clench­ing around me in rhyth­mic spasms that drag me right over the edge with her.

I thrust once, twice, and then empty my­self in­side her with a low, gut­tural curse.

We cling to each other as we come down. I roll off the bench, land­ing on the floor, Kara on top of me. She laughs and it makes her swollen pussy clench around my still hard dick.

Then Kara slumped against my chest, both of us pant­ing, sweaty, and com­pletely wrecked.

“I hope your team en­joyed the sound­track.” Her gig­gle is soft. Sweet.

So like my wife, but the vixen who se­duced me into fuck­ing her on a he­li­copter full of sol­diers has a dark side too.

“If they did, I might have to per­fo­rate their eardrums.”

She rears up and stares down at me. “No.” That’s all she says.

And fuck if the jeal­ous and rag­ing beast in­side me doesn’t calm down.