Page 216 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Yes, you are.” I giggled.
He shook his head, but his eyes still had golden rings of fire. He was a patient man and was buying his time until he could take me just the way he wanted. The plane moved down the runway and took off into the air. When the seatbelt sign went off, he took me by the hand and led me to the private room at the back of the plane and locked the door behind us.
“Now, where were we?” he asked.
“Silly Daddy, you were about to show me what you do to naughty little flight risks.”
He pulled me against him, dipping until his mouth could claim mine. His passionate kiss had me melting against him as he slid my skirt over my hips and gripped my naked bottom in his large hands. One finger dipped into my very slick pussy and dragged my juices up to my back hole. He slid in and massaged the tight ring of muscle.
“You’re so ready for me.”
He was right, I wanted him inside of me urgently. I pressed my bottom into his hands. “Take me, Daddy, and mark me as yours.”
“Whatever my princess wants.”
He sat down on the edge of a narrow bed and tugged me willingly over his lap. The sharp smacks delivered to my naked backside rang out loudly in the small cabin. I was so turned on, I arched, meeting every stroke, wanting to tip over the edge.
When my bottom was an inferno, he placed me on my hands and knees on the bed. Behind me, I heard him unzipping his pants and his trousers hitting the floor with a thud.
Oh god, hurry up before I die of desire! I wanted to shout. But there was no hurrying this Daddy, everything in due time, and the more I tried to hurry things along, the more time he’d take. So I patiently waited for his next move.
He patted my inner thighs, and I spread them further apart. He tapped my hard little nub, and I cried out, he filled my back hole with cool lubricant and my excitement dripped down my inner thighs.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, became my mantra.
When his cockhead penetrated my entrance, I wiggled my bottom enticingly. He gripped the nape of my neck and pressed my chest to the mattress, pinning me there. Feeling helpless and giving up power, had never felt so good. I stayed perfectly still and was rewarded when he gripped my hip with his free hand and shoved his cock all the way in.
My empty pussy spasmed and I cried out with my first orgasm.
“That’s my good girl.”
When he said those things, my libido went into overdrive. I loved being his good girl, bad girl, naughty lass, his flight risk and anything else he wished to call me. Calling me out was like a mind massage that reached the innermost part of my being. I completely surrendered to him, loving the long strokes of his cock against the inner walls of my bottom.
“Play with that sweet pussy, little girl.”
“Artair!” I cried out as soon as I pinched my clit, my body spasming in his grip.
“So damn perfect!”
More words to overcome my senses. I was so close to another orgasm when I felt Artair tighten and grow bigger inside of me, signaling he was close. I relaxed, enjoying the feel of him rushing toward his release and as he shouted, shooting his load into my hole, I had my third climax.
Afterward, he cleaned me up in the bathroom and wrapped me up in his warm embrace as we both nodded off. I woke sometime later to his hard length pressed against my bottom. Unfortunately, Artair informed me, there was no time for anything more than a quick kiss as we would be descending soon.
Artair escorted me back to my seat, where I gingerly sat down. He smirked at my discomfort. “That makes me a happy man.”
“What does?”
“You, feeling me, long after I’ve pulled out.”
I blushed. Dirty talk during sex was one thing, but he still managed to make me blush when he spoke that way outside of it.
“Luna…”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“I love you.”
My heart swelled. “I love you too, Daddy.”
He smiled at me. “Are you ready for your next adventure?”
The pilot had just announced to prepare for landing. “Yes, Daddy, more than ready.”
“That’s my girl.”
He held my hand while the plane landed, and with my feet back on Canadian soil, I couldn’t wait to find out how much mischief I could get up to in my own city.
The End
