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My eyes pop open, and I’m tempted to pull away and tell him no, but his hand sinks into my hair, bending my head to a different angle, and I melt into a puddle of mush. Thoughts of my sister and the panic I was feeling moments ago fade away.
All I feel is Markus, his hot kisses, and his firm grip in my hair. His lips move down my neck and across my collarbone.
“I thought you didn’t kiss,” I pant breathlessly.
“I’ll make an exception for you today,” he whispers against my skin.
He devours me, licking and sucking my flesh like he wants to crawl inside of me. The warmth in my belly moves outward through my limbs. I want him badly. I want him to fuck me, hard and fast with bruising force. I want him to own me like only he can, to remind me who I belong to.
My core tightens, and I can feel wetness against my panties at the thought.
“Stand up and strip. I’m going to fuck you, right now, hard and fast.”
I almost smile but hide it at the last second. It’s scary how well he knows me, how he knows exactly what I need, and what I crave. Eager for his cock, I do as I’m told and strip out of my clothing. He watches me, his dark gaze drifting over the length of my body, my breasts, smooth belly, and shapely hips.
“I want to devour every fucking inch of you. Mark every single inch of your body. Every time someone looks at you, I want them to know it’s me you belong to…”
He licks his lips, and a hunger takes over his features. That singular look gnaws at my resolve for him, and like two hungry animals, we collide.
Like the beast he is, he pins me to the leather couch across the plane. For one brief second, worry develops in my mind.
“Wait… what if someone comes out here?” I peer at Markus over my shoulder. He’s just popped the button on his slacks and is shoving them down his thighs. He looks at me with liquid molten in his eyes.
“No one will come out here. The only other person on this plane is the pilot, and for the price I paid, he better keep his ass in the fucking captain’s seat.” That’s the only response I get, and that’s fine because the thought becomes a distant memory the instant I feel Markus press the thick head of his cock to my entrance.
In one swift move, he plunges inside me. The air in my lungs escapes on a gasp, and I sink my nails into the leather to stop myself from sliding forward with the momentum of his thrust. Oh god. My core clenches around him, squeezing him tightly, and I know what’s to come. The anticipation bubbles up in my stomach, feeling like tiny little butterflies.
Fingers dig into my hips, and for the next few minutes, Markus owns me. He worships my body, claiming me with his cock. Each stroke, every touch, it sends me higher and higher, coaxing me closer to the edge.
“So fucking perfect… I wish you could see the way your pussy swallows my cock, it’s an incredible sight.” All I can do is whimper in response, the pleasure and pain ravaging me, stealing the words from my mouth.
My brain and body are in two dimensions. My nipples rub against the leather, heightening my pleasure. The slaps of our bodies coming together fill the room. His manly scent washes over me, blanketing my senses. He moves faster, grinding his hips into me, pushing my pleasure to a new height. I’m close, so fucking close.
“Beg for it. Beg to come…” He growls.
I’m so caught up in the pleasure, in the movement of his hips, the slap of his balls against my clit, and the way his cock enters me with punishing strokes, that if I don’t come soon, I swear I will die.
“Fucking beg,” Markus commands as he sinks a hand into my hair, fisting the locks and pulling me backward. The movement brings us closer together, and I feel him deeper in my stomach, in my fucking soul.
“Please… please, let me come…” I gasp as he grinds against me.
My orgasm sweeps through me, and my pussy clenches, gripping him so tightly it has to be near pain. Every muscle and cell in my body ceases to exist as pleasure overtakes my most basic instincts. I’m a slave to the pleasure he gives me.
Markus continues to fuck me, pressing deeper and moving faster as I float down from the high of my orgasm.
“You’re mine… forever… mine,” he growls each word, and I bet if I looked over my shoulder, I would find him with his teeth bared. I feel each word being burned into my soul. The idea of being with anyone else makes me sick.
