“I returned your kiss,” I corrected her. “There’s a difference.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to sleep with me?”
“I don’t think any man would say that to you, truthfully.”
“Oh, there have been men who have.” She chuckled to herself. “Which is fine because I’m here for a good time. And I don’t know if you get down and dirty like the rest of us. All signs point to no.”
“Piccola ragazza, I’m dirtier than the rest of you. I was born into it.” I didn’t wait, I closed the gap between us and took her mouth with mine. This time, there was less restraint. I wanted to take something rather than be a part of it.
If she was here for the good time, I would be too.
I needed to let off steam. I bit her lip, sucked it hard and she moaned. I wound her dark hair around my hand where I could fist it tight and pull her head back to gain better access. With a gasp, she opened her mouth further like she was ready for the unhinged side of me.
But I wasn’t.
I pulled her away, my breaths heavy. Something was unraveling after being here today, and I needed to get a grip on it.
Yet, Morina searched my face before she smirked. “Welp, I’m not sure you’ll live up to the daddy expectation I have of you now after calling me little girl. That kiss was mediocre at best.”
I hummed and the air shifted between us. Most women would have praised me, worshiped me. This one wanted something more raw and she was digging for it.
“Get on your knees, love,” the words slid like silk from my mouth. “I’ll show you how much of an expectation you’re about to take.”
She licked her plump lips and it acted like a beacon for my dick. Something about her screamed pure and innocent, while another part of her purred that she was a sex kitten waiting to be petted.
Her hands went to my trousers and I unbuckled her belt as I devoured her mouth. It was nice and full, full enough to wrap around my cock.
When she gripped my dick and gasped, I pulled back and flexed it in her hands. I almost lost myself to her right then. Something about that mouth open, making sounds for me pushed all the right buttons. “Knees, ragazza.”
She stammered, but her hands slid from my pants and she slowly kneeled, obeying just like I wanted her to.
Her jaw dropped when I took out my cock for her to see.
I brushed a finger down her cheek. “Open wider, love. Let’s see if you can take it all like a good girl, huh?”
She did as she was told with a glint in her sapphire blue eyes and slid my dick right where it wanted to go.
When her lips closed around me, I gripped her hair, trying to pace her and myself. But damn, it wasn’t easy, not when she was so warm and wet around me. “Shit, I knew this mouth was fuckable.”
She looked up at me, her dark blue eyes suddenly so innocent that it almost made me cum right down her throat.
I needed her to remember this was just a fuck, not us connecting or anything like that. “Come on, pretty girl, let’s see how good you are.” My voice was ragged as I flexed in her mouth. “Handle me better than my flight attendant huh?”
Fire sparked in her eyes, and I thought I might have pushed too far, lost her, but then she took her time taking me fully down her throat. Her tongue lapped at the bottom of my dick as she dragged me back out. This time I moaned a fuck and pulled back before she could continue.
“Get up,” I commanded, and she did just that with a triumphant smile on her face. “Lose the shirt.”
She raised it over her head, and I was struck still by the sight of her in just a bra. I knew she had great tits, but these were full and real and begging for me to hold them. A small tattoo stood out against the tanned skin of her shoulder and every part of her appeared delicate against the black ink.
The red lace of her bra strained to hold all of her in, and the vivid color told me she’d known exactly what she’d been getting herself into tonight.
I smiled with that knowledge.
“You want me to fuck you in that seat or go back to the bed?”
She shrugged, but her eyes were still on my cock.
“Want another taste before I have you, Morina?”
5
Morina
I should have said no. Jesus, he was massive though.
I’d felt it in the car and I’d been inclined to go down the rabbit hole of the night not because of that, but because he’d refused to screw me right there.
Bastian wanted to be some sort of gentleman, but his cock told another story.
The way he looked at me now told another story too. He was all constraint, slowly unraveling, whereas and I’d unwound long ago.
And I didn’t get on my knees for just anybody. I could count the men on one hand.
I’d never even swallowed. Yet, I was between his legs and lowering my mouth to his cock faster than I ever had in my life. For a second time.
I couldn’t believe that even after him comparing me to his flight attendant, I was doing this. I hated being compared to others and his statement was one I’d make him sorry for by being the best. But that wasn’t why I was here.
His kiss pushed every button I hid from every other man I’d been with. Everyone was a nice lay, but Bastian’s kiss had been vicious, like he’d unleashed a beast. He hadn’t held back that second time and I wanted to know what sex would be like without any constraints. Could he go to the limits I wanted to? Did I even have limits at this point?
No man had the audacity to push all the boundaries on a quick fling. And I’d never wanted more than that.
Bastian just might have had the confidence though. And I was willing to take the risk.
Plus, I wanted to see him come apart when I tried my best to take him all in my mouth.
His fingers tangled in my hair as I licked the tip of him once more, pre cum already coating my tongue. He whispered a string of obscenities.
I took him nice and slow in my mouth, one inch at a time, my hand at the base of him, pumping.
My tongue explored where it could, but he was only half way in before I was completely full, so full that I knew I’d gag as my eyes watered from his size.
He ran a finger down my cheek and murmured, “You’re beautiful with my cock in your mouth, love. Keep looking at me just like that.”
His hands in my hair took some of the control as he pulled me back, and I was able to swirl my tongue around him and flick the tip.
Big, hard, and overwhelming. Just what I wanted.
With his legs caging me in and with the next row of seats to my back, he controlled the moment. When he gyrated forward and pulled my head back down his length, more of him slipped in my mouth, more than I’d ever taken.
“This too much, ragazza?” he asked as tears streamed from my eyes.
But I shook my head, because I saw the way his neck was straining, the way he was breaking a sweat.
“Fuck,” he moaned when I took a bit more of him and gagged. “I want to come in you and have you take it all. You’d be so good at it. I see how you like it. Jesus, so good.”