Page 55 of Sticky Fingers
Chapter Eighteen
Sonia
What can I say?
There’s something about being in this private jet with Malcolm that has me dripping wet. Okay, fair enough—Malcolm Push and his golden cock is part of that ‘being wet as hell’ equation. I mean, I missed it, you know?
After trying him out that time, getting down and dirty with Malcolm has been on my mind 24/7.
And now that I have his cock inside my mouth, I’m as happy as I could ever be.
For a moment, I think he’ll stop me like last time. I feel the pressure of his fingers on my head, and I know that he’s conflicted as well. No problem—I’ll just make it happen so fast he won’t even have the time to react.
Going from slowly rolling my lips up and down the length of his shaft, I start going as fast as humanly possible. The wet sound of my lips going over his hard cock fill the whole cabin, and I close my eyes as I feel the first drops of pre-cum dripping from the tip.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…!” he starts to say, but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence.
Instead, his words turn into a groan, and his cock throbs violently against my tongue. Next thing I know, he’s shooting his load inside my mouth, his manly flavor coating my tongue in an instant.
I suck on him slowly now, taking my time as his cock twitches endlessly.
“That was fucking amazing,” he groans as I roll my lips back.
With my mouth brimming with his cum, I look up at him and smile—and then I just swallow it all, the saltiness of it caressing my throat on the way down.
“You sure like being a dirty little slut, don’t you?” Malcolm asks me, reaching for me and placing two fingers under my chin.
“No, I don’t like it…” I whisper, not even blinking as I lock eyes with him. “I fucking love it.”
With that, I get up to my feet. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I push him back against the seat and then climb on his lap, straddling him. Leaning in, I crush my mouth against his and then part his lips with my tongue, allowing him to get an after-taste of himself.
Dirty, I know, but so what?
Dirty isfun.
As we kiss, our tongues locked in a vicious embrace, Malcolm’s hands run down the side of my body. He guides his fingers down from my waist to the hemline of my dress, and then he hikes it up to reveal my drenched thong.
I gasp against his lips as he presses the palm of his hand against my pussy and then, with a flick of his fingers, he merely pushes the fabric aside.
“Well, if you love it that much...let’s just get down to it, shall we?” he whispers into my mouth, grabbing his cock with one hand and brushing the tip against my pussy lips.
I feel my whole body tense up at his touch, and this time he doesn’t take his time. This time, he simply thrusts, pushing his entire length inside my pussy.
He does it mercilessly, impaling me on his cock...and I almost lose it.
Swear to God, I don’t even care if the pilot can hear us. I have to moan. I have to scream. I must do it all, and as loud as I can, or I sure as hell am going to blow the fuck up!
“FUCK! Hard... Fuck me HARD!” I beg of him, rocking my hips back and forth at the same time. With my arms draped over his shoulders, I ride him like a madwoman.
Right now, I’m not the daughter of a police commissioner, or some snarky art thief that likes expensive wine and classy paintings... No, right now I’m just a woman who’s so fucking wet she’s about to dehydrate.
I don’t know what it is about Malcolm, but he makes me feel like such a slut. He actually makes me crave cock like I never did before.
I know that some women don’t really like being called slut, but you know what? When you have a twelve-inch cock buried deep inside your pussy, and you just can’t wait for that mind-bending orgasm you know is gonna come sooner or later... Well, let’s just say that’s when I start to love thinking of myself as a slut who loves sex more than she loves to breathe.
“You’re so fucking tight, Sonia,” I hear Malcolm say, but it’s almost as if his voice is coming at me from the other side of the universe.
Right now, my brain can’t process anything but the hard cock ravaging me furiously. And that’s just fine, if you ask me.
