Page 56 of Sticky Fingers
“That’s because…” I tell him between thrusts, riding him so hard I can already feel beads of sweat pooling on my forehead, “you’re so fucking huge.”
Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and let out a loud moan, one that bounces off the tight walls of the cabin and comes back to me with double the strength. My lustful screams and gasps fill the whole jet, and I can’t help but think that even the pilots can hear us. Well, as long as they don’t get so excited they plunge us to our deaths, that’s fine by me.
“I want you to come for me,” Malcolm whispers into my ear, and I feel his cock twitch inside my tight pussy.
Surprisingly, he seems even harder than before...despite the fact that he already came once. Are there no limits to what he can do?
“As long as you come for me, too,” I reply, my voice coming out of my mouth, weak and quivering.
It’s almost a miracle I can even speak. I’m going so fast, swaying my hips in a frenzy, that my lungs feel as if they’re about to pop. Even my muscles are burning up.
And, more important than all that, I can already feel that sweet pressure mounting.
“Fuck me...as hard...as you can,” I tell him once more.
For a fraction of a second, I almost regret it: Malcolm starts thrusting into me so fast, his cock stretching me so wide, that I almost think he’s going to split me in two.
I moan. I scream.
I yank on his hair. I claw at his chest.
I totally fucking lose it.
“FUCK!”
“FUCK!”
At the same time, our bodies tense up. I feel an electric current going through both of us at the same time, crackling under our skin and igniting a furious wildfire of ecstasy. And when it comes, it hits me so hard I almost pass out.
My eyes are open, but I can’t see.
My ears are fine, but I can’t hear.
I’m alive, but I must’ve gone to Heaven.
“You are the fucking best,” Malcolm whispers softly, his cock twitching one final time inside my pussy.
Leaning in, I rest my forehead against his and finally open my eyes; looking into his, I can’t help but smile.
He came crashing into my life, and now....
Now I don’t want to let go.
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