Page 1 of Calla's Boys

Prologue

Calla

I moan loudly as he slams his cock deep into me, the sound hitching in my throat as I do my best to maintain control.

Clyde Hartley clamps a hand over my mouth. He doesn’t want anyone knocking on the door and disrupting our mid-flight tryst.

At least, not until he’s done with me.

Being in uncomfortable, cramped quarters such as the airplane bathroom is challenging, but he never fails to impress me with what he can do.

My head leans back as I arch into him, grinding my wet pussy down on his dick. He grunts as he thrusts his hips, making me gasp as his assault brings me closer to the precipice of euphoria.

“I fucking love you, Calla,” he groans as he comes hard, his body shaking. The warmth of his seed as it shoots deep into me makes me smile tiredly, leaving me feeling more fulfilled than I have in a while.

My boys—Clyde, Doc, Jesse, and Billy—keep my appetites well satiated, but the way Clyde works his cock is unmatched by the other three.

Granted, that’s not something I would ever tell them—I like having a small group of young men at my beck and call, and hurting any of their fragile teenage egos would more than likely ensure that I would have adryvacation.

Over the intercom, the pilot announces that we’ll be making our descent in the next hour or so and is requesting that all passengers either return to their seats or remain where they are.

“He can keep the plane in the fucking air until I’m done,” Clyde growls as he pulls his cock out of me and turns me around.

My palms are pinned against either side of the small, square mirror, and Clyde grunts as he pushes himself back into me. “Watch us while I fuck you, Calla,” he commands as he begins to thrust his hips again.

Without mercy, without restraint.

My wild boy claims my pussy like the fucking god he likens himself to be and grabs a fistful of my hair, jerking my head back, to make sure that I’m watching our reflections.

The animalistic look on his face as his mouth slightly hangs open, as his cock is thrust violently into me, is becoming more than I can bear, and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

Again, the pilot’s voice comes over the loudspeaker requesting that all passengers return to their seats, and Clyde looks into my reflection’s eyes.

“Should we stop, Calla? Be good little boys and girls and go back to our seats?” he breathes into my ear.

I shake my head as I begin to fuck him back, slamming my ass against him, taking him deeper into my pussy.

Clyde lets go of my hair and digs his fingers into the flesh of my hips as he quickens his pace. He’s feral now, and nothing will be able to get him to stop until he fills me with his hot, sticky cum all over again.

“Harder,” I mewl as I keep pushing back to take him in as deep as I can.

My tits are bouncing wildly, the smell of sex and sweat in the small compartment is starting to hang like a low fog, but it’s not until he leans down and grazes my back with his teeth, breaking skin, that he finally moans so loudly that I’m sure the first few rows on either side of the door know what we’ve been doing.

Clyde places a hand on the small of my back as he grips his sticky cock and slowly pulls it out of me.

He knows how much I love the sensation, and he’s always sure to give it to me, each and every time.

I stay where he put me—hands still splayed on either side of the bathroom mirror, a low arch to my back so that my ass is still in the air, and wait until he tells me that I can get dressed.

I listen for the sound of his zipper, then his belt. I wait while I feel the gentle caress of his fingertips tracing the curve of my ass, before he gives one of my cheeks a gentle slap.

“Get dressed, Calla,” he says as he slips a thumb underneath me, dipping it into my wet hole. “Or I’ll be forced to fuck you again.”

I wiggle my hips as I clench my inner walls around his digit, then moan gently as he slowly pulls it out.

“To be continued,” he whispers into my ear as he slaps my ass again, then opens the bathroom door and walks out—leaving it open for anyone in the surrounding rows to see how he’s left me.

Chapter One

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