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The plane jerks forwards and I fall into his arms, spilling my champagne on his shirt and my shirt and the front of his trousers too.
He takes a deep breath through his nose. Like he’s inhaling my scent.
His hand is on my waist. It slides down until he’s cupping my ass.
I want to tell him to let go of me, but I can’t. Having him touch me feels so right. So good.
Instead, I rest my face on his arm and let my body melt against his muscles.
“Nadia,” he groans. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“I know,” I say. “I can feel it.”
He takes my chin in his fingers and lifts my face so he can look at me. “And what are you going to do about it?”
“This…”
I reach between us and slowly undo his belt.
A look of surprise flickers across his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by a look of lust.
I’ve seriously overstepped a line, and we both know it, but I don’t care.
There’s only so much a woman can take, and I’m at my limit.
I need this man. I need Austin Maddox like a cow needs thirty pounds of grass each day. Like a freckly child needs sunscreen at the beach in the summer on a hot sunny afternoon. Like rice needs beans. Burger needs ham. Chicken needs breadcrumbs and a big old vat of burning hot oil to get dipped in and make that skin go crunchy and yummy and just a little bit spicy too.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Our lips collide. I open my mouth and let his tongue in. My eyes are closed and I keep undoing his trousers until I have his manhood in my hands and I’m handling his balls and pumping at his cock and he’s groaning and moaning and grabbing me and telling me all the fucked up dirty things he wants to do to my body.
“Then do it, big boy,” I tell him, pulling my face back and running my tongue over my lips.
I can already feel the rash forming around my mouth from his stubble. The itchy hot feeling on my skin feels good. Just like I know it’s going to feel good to have his long, veiny cock deep inside my pussy.
“Turn around,” he orders.
I do as he says, but slowly. Seductively. Swinging my hips outrageously from side to side like I’m a cheap stripper in a cheap strip club, and he’s a naughty executive spending his bonus money on booze and big butted bimbos with fake breasts.
He grabs me by the hips and pushes me against the back of a nearby chair.
The airplane starts to pick up speed. We’re getting ready for take-off. The seatbelt lights start to flash and beep, but neither of us pays any attention to them.
Austin pulls down my panties and runs his hand across my drenched cunt.
He lifts my skirt over my hips and slaps me hard on the ass.
I let out a little scream. “You like that?”
“Fuck me,” I beg.
“Yes,” he rubs the tip of his cock against my pussy and slaps the other cheek. “You love it, don’t you, Mouthpiece.
“You love it when I bend you over and stroke your sweet, tight pussy.”
“Yes.”
He pushes the first inch inside me. My whole body quakes in delight. “Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you love it.”
