Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(31)

My orgasm hit me like an earthquake, shaking my body, and I moaned longer and more lustily than I had so far in this pleasurable ordeal. Something about that seemed to relax my throat and on the next thrust, that thick cock just kept sliding and sliding until I could feel it down there, so deep.

Rendered uncoordinated as a newborn deer by my climax, I tried to pull back, but the man on top of me was in charge, and his only interest was in forcing more cock into me, and making sure that every last ounce of ecstasy was eked out of my orgasm.

My face went deep red as the euphoria thrummed around my body and the need for oxygen increased. One by one, my muscles clenched up, holding the tail end of my climax inside them, prolonging my orgasm longer than I would have dreamed possible.

I must have had almost his entire dick down my throat, still locked in the throes of pleasure, when the world started getting a little fuzzy around the edges. With the mask on and the movement of the plane around me, I couldn’t be sure if I lost consciousness, but with all that sensation coursing through me, I was distinctly aware of my body. And that incredible thickness in my throat.

Suddenly, cool air was filling my lungs and I heard myself gasping through a newly cleared airway. My assailant was moving between my legs and I felt my panties being roughly tugged down my calves.

Everything swam back into focus when he flipped me over on to my stomach and crouched over me. His heavy cock rested between my ass cheeks, sliding with the help of my saliva and his pre-cum every time our bodies shifted. It pressed against me even harder when I felt him stuffing pillows under my hips.

“Fuck yeah. Get that ass up. I’m gonna fuckin’ own you.”

As soon as my pussy was presented to his satisfaction, I felt him prop his hips up and aim his cock between my still-quivering labia. His thickness pushed my teen petals aside and put pressure against my entrance.

“Uhn!” I grunted with effort as he slammed his entire length into me to the hilt.

If I hadn’t been so wet, if his cock hadn’t been so well-prepared by that vigorous face-fucking, he wouldn’t have been able to get all the way in that fast, he never had before. As it was, he clamped his hand over my mouth again, tucked my skirt between our bodies to muffle the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass, and jack-hammered into me hard enough that I wouldn’t have been surprised if the passengers back in economy could feel the shaking.

I moaned against his hand as he leaned into his fucking and almost flattened me out again, despite the pillows pushing my pussy back up against him. Those long hard strokes alternated between filling me up completely and leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more.

Despite having only just survived the last orgasm, I could feel another one threatening to build up already. He was right, for the time being, I was a slave and his cock was my master.

Apparently satisfied that I had weathered the initial storm and could be trusted not to scream, he reached under me and gripped my shoulder with one hand, holding me in place. His other hand slid under one breast, squeezing and kneading me as much as he could in the confined space.

With his dominant position over my body secured, he fucked me with manic intensity. Alternating between long, straight, powerful strokes and slower grinding motions, his cock thrust in at varying angles, leaving no part of my eager depths unattended for long.

My second climax of the encounter began to make good on its threat and my moans started getting louder again. I turned my head to press my face into my upper arm, trying to stifle every slutty sound that wanted to burst out of my mouth.

It wasn’t perfect, but it helped, and only just in time. My pussy muscles first fluttered and then clamped down on the thick cock sawing in and out of it, increasing the powerful sensations.

I felt my toes curling, my thighs quivering and the seatbelt dug into my wrists as I strained against it. I squeezed my eyes shut against the flashes of color bursting in front of me. One of my nipples rubbed against the bed, the other against the palm of his hand every time he pounded into me, and electric ecstasy pulsed through my body with every impact.

Hot semen filled my pussy, fueling my orgasm like throwing gasoline on a fire, a fresh splash at the apex of every thrust. All that sperm for me. All that dick for me.

My unseen visitor was holding me in a crushing grip. It was like being in the clutches of a machine made for fucking as he took all the satisfaction he could. It should have been illegal for there to be this much pleasure in the world. Technically, I supposed this was illegal.

Questions of legality aside, I had nothing left to give by the time my orgasm faded away. Even Austin was breathing a little faster than normal as he rested on top of me.