Jaime squeezed my hands. “Take a deep breath, angel. You’re going to do just fine with me. What do you think of the view?”
Inhaling, I pressed my face against a glass pane. It’s spectacular,” I managed, my eyes lingering on the lit up Eiffel Tower.
“No, Gloria. I meant this view.”
My gaze jumped back to his beautiful face and followed his eyes as they led me to his crotch.
Holy fuck! Another tower of steel sprung into view. Jaime’s monumental cock!
“Well…?”
“It’s spectacular!” I repeated as tingles shot down to my flooding core. My inner muscles began to clench. Holy, holy fuck!
“Good. I want you to enjoy it.” A broad, saucy grin spread across his face. He gestured with his long forefinger. “Get over here, you.”
My legs jelly, I hesitantly stood up and staggered over to him, bending so as not to bang my head again. Thank goodness, the cabin had stopped rocking.
My heartbeat quickened. I knew what was next. “Do you want me to suck you?”
Sure of his response, I lowered myself to my knees. But before they could hit the floor, he yanked me upright by my hair.
“Not this time, angel.”
I stared at him blankly.
“Sit on me!” A command.
In a breath, he lifted up my sheer dress and—Slash!—tore off my lacy blue bikinis. All that remained was the matching lace garter and attached sheer silk stockings. I was very exposed. A finger slid across my wet folds, sending sparks of pleasure to my core. He sucked on it and then ran it across the wide rim of his erection.
“Perfect!” Planting his manly hands firmly on my waist, he positioned me exactly where he wanted me to be, straddling his rock-hard thighs and…
Impaled on his giant cock! I moaned as his hot girth, that magnificent tower, speared into me, filling me to the hilt. Oh. My. God.
His denim blue eyes, now fiery and fierce, bore into mine. His hot breath heated my already flaming face.
“Aren’t you going to tie me up?” I immediately regretted my words. I wasn’t thinking straight.
“Hey, angel, no need; there’s no place to go…except down on me.” He lifted me up a few inches by my hips and dragged this hard throbbing shaft down my wet tunnel. His cock immediately bucked back up me, so deep I yelped.
“And besides, you’ll need your hands. Hold on to my shoulders.”
I slapped my palms onto them, curling my fingers around the bone-hard edges. A gasp escaped my throat as he lifted me again.
“Now, ride me, angel! Hard!”
I crashed down on his slick thickness, then immediately lifted my hips and descended hard on him again. We instantly got into a rhythm. Up and down. Up and down. I loved every thrust. Now, this was a thrill ride! I kept pace with him as he bucked harder and faster. My breasts brushed up and down his leather jacket, the friction sending heat waves to my core. Beneath the delicate lace of my bra, I could feel my nipples swelling and hardening. His eyes grew hooded, his breathing ragged. I was riding him to heaven. I chewed my lip to hold back whimpers.
He bit my upper lip, and my mouth parted from the delicious pain.
“It’s okay to scream,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “No one’s going to hear you up here except me.”
Suddenly, the wheel started spinning again. He gripped my hips tighter, for sure bruising my skin, as I clung to his shoulders, still riding him. We were descending to earth but I was ascending skyward. My head was spinning out of control and so was my core. I couldn’t help screaming. The whirling dervish of sensations that swirled inside me was bringing me to the edge. Let me rephrase…this was one extreme thrill ride.
“I need to come!” I pleaded, hot tears now trickling down my cheeks. Even my aching thighs were crying out for relief.
“Not yet.” He could barely manage the two words, his breathing so ragged.
Ruthlessly, relentlessly, he continued pounding into me as I posted and met his every thrust. This man had no mercy. His face contorted, and moans filled the cabin. The intense pressure inside me was building. Building so fast I thought I’d implode. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Gloria, open your eyes. Now!”
I forced them open.
“Don’t take them off the Eiffel Tower.”
A heartbeat away from coming, I focused my gaze on the Paris landmark. My mouth dropped open, forming a big O, as the monumental tower burst into a shower of scintillating white light. At that very moment, my own shower of titillating sparks burst inside me, zapping every inch of my being.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I screamed over and over as the sparks kept flying.
“Gloria, now watch me light up.” He turned my head away from the window to face him.
My eyes met his for a brief second. His face distorted with tortuous rapture as he rammed into me one more time.