Page 54 of Truth
“I’m not wearing panties,” she purrs while spreading her legs open until I can see the glisten.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.” Reaching for her thighs, I grab them roughly and jerk her forward, dropping to my knees burying my head into her pussy. Each moan and groan increases my need to devour her sweet clit. I suck, lick, and nip at her pussy until she’s almost pulled all my hair from my head.
“Let them hear you, baby,” I hum into her clit as she grips my head, screaming my name through the cabin. I kiss the inside of her shaking thighs and position myself back in my seat, watching her right herself as she smooths down her skirt. She looks thoroughly worked over with her pink cheeks and wild hair.
“Jesus, King, I think they heard me on the ground too.” She giggles, not at all embarrassed. She’s perfect. I press the call button, and the flight attendant walks to our chairs.
“Sir?”
“Water?” I aim my question at Drew.
“Yes, please.” She smiles back, opening a magazine casually, her body giving a little shiver.
“Two,” I say to the attendant. As she walks away, Drew’s eyes find mine and drift down directly to my cock.
“Are you thinking of returning the favor, dear wife?”
“I haven’t stopped thinking of putting your cock in my mouth since we boarded. It’s a tiny little fantasy of mine.”
“Forget the waters!” I yell out, and she starts to laugh, craning her neck to confirm our guest is gone, hearing her mumble into the cockpit something about how we won’t stop having sex. When she looks back to me, I add, “Well then, baby, by all means, use me to fulfill your fantasy.”
It may be hers, but it’s quickly becoming mine. My dick is uncomfortably hard watching her drop down to her knees in front of me. She runs her hands up my thighs, digging her nails in as she goes up, and I adjust in my seat, aroused by the sensation.
“This is easily becoming my most favorite mode of transportation, gorgeous.” She bites her bottom lip, undoing my belt and unzipping my trousers. My heavy cock bobs forward, and she wraps one hand around, twisting it in a circular motion while she jacks it up and down.
“Fuck.” I let out a hiss as the sensation makes my whole body pull inward. “That feels so good, baby.” I open my eyes and watch her lick her hungry lips. “Hungry for my cock?”
She lowers her head pulling her hand down to the shaft, and traces the head of my cock with her tongue, licking off the precum.
“Jesus, you’re a fucking gift from heaven. I don’t deserve you.” My head falls back onto the seat as she wraps her warm mouth around the head and then takes me down to the base. I love her for so many reasons, but no gag reflex is definitely tied with the number one spot. Her head begins to bob, and the sweet suction from her mouth paired with her hand jacking me at the same time has my balls drawn up tight. I want to stay like this forever. She sucks and pumps my wet cock, and I run my fingers through her hair, gripping it at the back of her head, and take over. She grips the sides of my stomach, under my shirt, digging her nails into my skin as I fuck her mouth.
I grind my dick into her warm, wet mouth, envisioning her taking in my juices. “Swallow,” I demand as she grips me tighter, greedy for me as I fulfill her wish with a groan, hunching my back from the intensity of the orgasm. Straightening back up, I let out a breath and smile, letting go of her hair. My dick falls onto my pants, spent and sated. Sitting back on her heels, she smiles, and I lean forward to kiss her lips.
“You’re an angel,” I whisper.
“Sure, you say that now when I just had your dick in my mouth. Give it a month.” I’d give it a lifetime, but that will never get old.
Our flight attendant returns upon me calling her again, bringing waters and asking for us to stay buckled and seated because we are beginning out descent. I get the clear impression she doesn’t want to deal with our newlywed behavior. I couldn’t give a fuck, but my wife seems to want me on my best behavior, so I oblige.
SITTING IN THE BACK OFthe black SUV, I watch the lights blur outside as we drive to the attorney’s offices from the airstrip. It’s a little past 6:00 p.m., and I’ve already checked in with Gretchen to tell her to clear her schedule for tomorrow for dinner. I’ve also sent my parents messages, trying to nail down a good time for a phone chat. Neither are particularly busy, but I’d rather kill two birds with one stone.
I feel the warmth of King’s hand on my thigh as he checks his phone.I can’t wait until we are home, in bed. “Hey, where are we living?” Looking up, he stares at me with the same bewildered expression.
“You pick.”
“Me pick? Why me pick?”
“Because this is essentially your city. My home is in New York, but I’ll relocate anywhere you choose, gorgeous.” He turns his attention back to his phone, as if moving to an entirely different state is a normal day.
I scrunch my nose, trying not to beam at him because I’ve smiled way too much in one day.How is this real life?“I love the townhouse. Let’s live there, but we need furniture. Last I remember, you’re going with a super-minimalist feel.”
Putting his phone down, he smiles at me with his megawatt grin, making me feel like it’s Christmas morning. His joy should be bottled and sold. “Quit looking at me like that. I’m trying to plan, and you’re up to something in that head of yours.”
“I am.” He grins, pulling my hand to his mouth and flipping it over to kiss the inside of my wrist.
“Why do you do that? Always kiss the inside of my wrists like that…”
“Do you dislike it?” His thumb delicately skims my wrist.
