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“I love it,” I whimper. “I love your big fat cock inside me. I can’t get enough of it. It feels so fucking good, Austin. I’ve never felt this fucking good in my life.”
“Good,” he slaps my ass again and pushes deeper. The nose of the plane lifts in the air. The fuselage starts to vibrate and rumble and it feels like with every meter we rise into the air Austin plunges another inch deeper inside me.
My fingernails dig into my palms. My hair falls over my face. My feet are in the air. I don’t even know how they got there. But Austin is holding me by the ankles and I’m dangling in a semi upside-down position and he’s thrusting into me with his massive fucking cock and he’s rubbing my clit with god knows what and I’m banging my head against the fold-down table on the back of the chair in time with each award-winning thrust. Getting closer and closer to a climax the like of which I’ve never known.
“Oh, shit,” I moan, “oh-shit, oh-shit, oh-shit, oh-shit!”
“Yes, Mouthpiece,” he roars, “cum for me. Cum all over my fat fucking cock!”
And with that, it happens. My whole body contracts. I feel his dick tense like one of his fists when he was fighting in the ring all those years ago. Flying inside me and finding its home and erupting its ejaculate all over my waiting eggs.
“Oh-shit,” I moan again. He grabs my ass with both hands and thrusts the final lasts drops from his large dangling balls. Holding himself inside me. All the way to the hilt, as the final shockwaves of passion ripple through our bodies.
Then, he lets go and I stand, straightening my skirt and pulling my panties back up.
My whole body is trembling. My mind is a muddle. But I know I’ve done something wrong. Something I may never be able to come back from.
“This was a mistake,” I say, not looking at him. “This is so unprofessional.”
“It’s okay,” he tries to pull me close, but I don’t let him. “Relax.”
“I can’t relax.” Panic starts to surge through my veins. “It’s okay for you. You’re a man. A rich, powerful, sexy man. I’m a young woman in an industry full of sharks. This kind of thing could ruin my whole career. It could give me a reputation I’ll never be able to escape from.”
“A reputation?" he smirks. “For what? Being a great lay?”
I push past him on my way to the restrooms. I can’t bear to look at him a second longer. To be reminded of the wonderful, amazing, earth-shattering mistake I just made. “You don’t get it!” I say. “You’ll never fucking get it!”
4
Austin
Nadia’s right.I don’t have any idea what it’s like to be a woman trying to make it in the high-power, male-dominated world of corporate America.
But that doesn’t mean making love with me was a mistake.
How can it be?
How can anything that feels so fucking good be wrong?
“Have a nice day,” the air hostess says to us as we disembark in Las Vegas.
I grunt at her and follow Nadia down the steps.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur.
We take a limousine straight to the courthouse and meet my daughter and her lawyer. We sit down and talk. Discuss our plan of action. But the whole time I can barely take my eyes of Nadia.
Outside, the press are like hyenas. They can smell blood and they’re closing in for the kill.
But Nadia handles them like a pro. My mouthpiece to the world. She makes my daughter’s tawdry troubles look like an innocent, and misunderstood day at the park.
Madison stands beside her, a Kleenex squeezed between her fingers and her eyes redraw with tears. I put my arm around her shoulder and kiss her softly on the top of her head. Doing whatever I can to protect her, while knowing deep down it will never be enough. That I can’t be there all the time to make sure she never gets in trouble.
She has my genes in her. But, where I found an outlet for my wild, obsessive personality, hers only found vices.
“You like her?” Maddison says as we’re standing outside the high-end rehab center she’s about to spend the next few months living in.
“Like who?” I say, distracted.
