Page 3 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats

Two of his fingers swipe over my clit and through my wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he moans. “We’re going to have to be quick and quiet. You think you can handle that, sweetheart?”

I really love that he calls me that.Angling my body a little more toward him in the small space, I nod.

“Good girl,” he growls, barely above a whisper.

Oh no. I’m already done for.

“Bend over. Hands on the wall.”

I do just as he asked, stepping my feet farther apart. His fingers hook in my leggings, dragging them down my legs along with my thong.

Crap. Did I shave? It isn’t like I thought I’d be joining the mile-high club today.

“Gorgeous,” he says, placing a kiss on each of my ass cheeks.

I can’t help the moan that slips from my lips when he unexpectedly runs his tongue over my pussy.

“Better than I imagined,” he mumbles more to himself than to me. “We probably don’t have time for this, but you’re too fucking delicious.”

His strong hands grip my thighs as he greedily dives into my pussy, and my eyes roll back when he teases with my entrance before lapping at my clit.

He alternates, going back and forth, driving me mad. My head lolls forward as I moan.

“Shh… remember you said you could be quiet for me.”

I whimper but nod in agreement. “Okay, I’ll be good.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groans.

He latches onto my clit more aggressively. I’ve never had someone take charge like this with me before, but man, is it doing it for me.

“Come for me, and then you can have my cock,” he says from between my legs.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue rolling over the delicate nerves, and I explode. Sparks flash behind my closed eyelids, and I fight to keep myself from screaming out as pleasure tears through me.

His ministrations on my clit soften, but he doesn’t stop. He eases me through my orgasm until my body stops trembling and I’ve experienced every last shred of ecstasy possible.

How on earth did I stay silent through that? Because he told me to, that’s why.

He stands to his full height, his hands anchored on my hips. His body drapes over mine as he leans in to whisper in my ear.

“You are stunning when you come. Now I want to feel it on my cock.”

A shiver races down my spine at his words.

He pulls a condom from his pocket and slides it over his impressive length, which I can’t help but stare at over my shoulder.

“Ready?” he asks, lining his cock up with my entrance.

“Yes, please,” I breathe out, my legs shaky in the wake of that orgasm.

He thrusts in all the way in one go. Thankfully, he was smart enough to put his hand over my mouth, otherwise the entire plane would know he was inside of me.

“I’m going to fuck you now, so be my good girl and be quiet, and come all over my cock.”

I whimper and moan into his hand as he does just that—slamming into me over and over with a dizzying pace that has all my brain cells failing at the moment. My orgasm builds in a frighteningly short time.