Page 164 of Stains of Desire
He grips my ass, digging into my cheeks, and stabilizing my quaking body on him.
A typhoon of pleasure annihilates me, and I arch my back and gaze at the ceiling.
"Look at me," he growls.
I focus on him.
His blazing eyes drill into mine, and he torments me by biting the outside of my slit.
Pain shoots through it then turns to gratification when he swipes his tongue across it while sucking.
"Oh fuck," I breathe.
He groans and slaps my ass, hard.
"Axel," I scream, my chest heaving.
He bites my clit, flicks his tongue, and slaps me again.
The room becomes a chamber of debauchery; my loud cries, the smell of our orgasms, and the tremors that cyclone through our bodies. The entire time, Axel's heated eyes never leave mine.
He slides me down on him and over his hard cock, groaning as he enters me in one thrust.
Sweat drips from our bodies. Hot flesh pumps with blood. Rough touches and tastes make me dizzy.
His mouth sucks on my breasts then my nipples while his smooth dick ripples every nerve ending on my walls. And then he flips me on my back.
I embrace him as tightly as I can, wanting every part of his weight on me.
Our lips merge, and he kisses me with the intensity of everything he ever does.
I moan in his mouth as he thrusts harder.
Everything pleasurable spins, and he tightens his arms around me, tugging my hair again. He scrapes his beard down my neck.
I press more into his shoulder. "Yes!"
He scrapes up the other side, thrusting faster.
My body spasms around his. And I scream out his name as his cock swells, pumping his hot seed deep inside me.
I bury my face into the crook of his neck, panting.
He murmurs in my ear, "When we get to Bermuda, and your pussy is still hot for me, I'm going to have to sneak in your orgasms."
I lift my head and kiss him. "Did you call me a MILF earlier?"
He grins. "Yep. You're a grade-A MILF."
I laugh. "I've never been called that."
"I'm sure you have. You just don't know it." He kisses me again. "Don't forget that you're my MILF though."
"I don't want to be anyone else's."
"Good." He kisses me again, and we spend the majority of the flight naked and talking.
When there's a half hour left, we each go in the bathroom, clean up, and return to our seats. My stomach flutters with nerves again.
