Flight Risk(7)

Excitement and adrenaline are coursing through me as she sleepily mumbles. I reach down and unbutton my slacks, pulling my cock out from its hot confines.

The long, hard length lies against my stomach and arches up toward her heat. As if he can sense there’s virgin pussy right above him, he bounces, ready to enter.

Pulling her hips down a little, I rest her little puss right on top of my dick. The puffy lips go to either side, while her hard, little nub rests on the ridge. She mumbles something and then sighs as I slowly move her hips. My need is too great, and I’m going to use her lips to rub me off.

Up and down, they glide on either side of my cock, leaving a trail of cream with every pass. Cum leaks out of the tip of my cock and drips onto my stomach every time she comes up. She might be asleep, but her horny-as-fuck body knows what it wants. She’s ripe and ready to breed, just begging for a cock. I bet now that she’s had an orgasm she’s going to be spreading those legs ten times a day. I’ll have her filled so quick she won’t be embarrassed so easily anymore.

No, the second she gives me those eyes, I’ll have her bent over the nearest surface.

When she comes to the end of my cock, I hold her hips still, unable to stop myself from giving myself a little treat. I move my cum-covered tip right down her center, leaving a trail of semen on her. When I get to her asshole, I rub it there and then come back to her pussy. The slippery opening sucks me in before I can stop it, although I don’t really try to stop it.

“Lincoln,” she mumbles, and I shush her back to sleep.

She needs the rest. As soon as we get to Paris I’m going to teach her how to suck my cock, and I want her fully awake for that.#p#分页标题#e#

For now, I’ll play just the tip and get some of my cum in her. I want to see what she looks like with it dripping out of her.

Holding her hips, I pop her on and off the tip, and I have to bite my lips to keep from growling too loud. The sound is like a sucker coming out of a mouth, and the sticky trail that she leaves behind on my cock is a sure sign she’s ready for me. Up and down, I take her hips, pretending to fuck her, even though I’m only going in an inch. Okay, maybe I got in an extra inch or two, but her goddamn juices are running down my cock, and I’m only so strong.

My breath is ragged, and there’s sweat on my forehead as she takes another inch of me. I’m working her halfway down on my cock, and aching to cum, but I keep popping her off to stop myself. I want it to last. I want to build it up so that when I go off inside her, she’ll feel it in her throat.

Her hands rub the back of my neck, and she moans my name again. She’s half asleep, but I feel her push down on me, trying to take more. Trying to take my dick deeper.

“Shh, not all of it. Not yet,” I whisper in her ear.

I kiss her neck and then glide my thumb across her clit as I finally release inside her. I feel a baby orgasm roll over her as I pulse creamy cum into her waiting cunt. She greedily pulses around the few inches I’ve given her, begging for more.

“That’s it, just like that. Wait until I’m finished.”

She relaxes against me, and I feel the last of my warm cum spread inside her.

Leaving some of my cock inside her, I let the seat back the rest of the way so that she can sleep across my body. I’m not ready to pull out of her little pussy, and I want the taste of her on me when she licks it clean. I want her to know when she sucks me off that I got in her pussy, and I want her to like it. There won’t be anything off limits between us, and she needs to get used to it.

I kiss her neck, and she turns her face to look at me with heavy eyes.

“I like the way you feel in me,” she says sleepily before resting her head on my chest.

“Good. It’s the only cock you’ll ever know.”





Chapter Five





Sophia





My eyes open slowly. Flashes of the dream I had wash through my body. That was too wonderful to be true. When my eyes fully open and my vision comes into focus, I see where I am. I’m on a plane. It wasn’t a dream at all. I smile, thinking about everything that happened. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I left home and I’m already having the best time of my life, feeling and seeing things I didn’t know were even possible.

Lincoln.

I glance around trying to find him. I’m lying across a long sofa. I’m still on the plane, but it doesn’t feel like it’s moving. I wonder if he left. My heart falls a little, but then I see his suit jacket. It’s draped over my lap like a blanket. I grab it, pulling it to my nose and cuddling it, breathing him in. I freeze when I hear Lincoln’s voice. Relief greets me at the realization that he hasn’t left.