“We need to be quick,” she rushes out, hooking her panties to one side.
I groan out “Fuuuck,” when I notice how wet and ready she is for me.
After sucking two fingers into my mouth so I can tease her a little more, I slowly guide them inside her hot cunt, causing her back to arch and her tits to press into my body. Her nipples are hardened peaks, taunting me through the thin fabric of her dress. I don’t think she’s wearing a bra …
“You wore this dress because you wanted me fuck you in the air, didn’t you?”
Her response in nonsensical. I fucking love that she loses her mind whenever I touch her.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, curling my fingers toward her front wall.
She isn’t coming—yet—but her pussy tightens around me and gushes down my hand.
I crouch down and withdraw my fingers, replacing them with my tongue.
Drew balances her feet on my shoulders. She’s wearing her hair down today, and all I want to do is wrap it around my fist and pound into her from behind. The harder I come, the more likely she is to get pregnant.
Okay, I know that’s not technically correct, but the thought hardens my dick to the point of pain.
“Are you ready for my cock?” I tease, sliding a finger back inside her entrance and sucking her clit between my teeth. “Because you sure feel like you could take my baby.”
Her walls quiver around my finger, toes curling in the cute blue sandals she’s wearing.
Fuck me, my wife is perfection.
“Will…” Her breathing is labored, my name a faint whisper over the plane’s engines.
“What do you want, Drew?” I toy with her.
“I want… I need…”
I pump and suck her through an orgasm as she muffles her cries with a hand over her mouth.
“Stand up, turn around, and watch me in the mirror.”
Cheeks flushed pink and lips parted in shock, Drew does as I say, holding her dress in one hand as I slide her damp panties down her legs.
She watches me in the vanity mirror hanging over the sink.
“I think the owner of this plane is one of my mom’s best clients,” I muse, notching myself at her entrance. “If they try and sue me for banging my wife in their property then she might have a conflict of interest on her hands.”
Drew quirks a brow and I slide home, mouth popping open as I fill her. We don’t fuck in this position nearly enough for my liking.
“Who knew that a lawyer would have such a naughty boy for a son?” she jibes, pressing her ass against my groin.
I take her deep and slow on the first few strokes, pulling out and gliding back in so I can stretch her out on repeat.
“And who knew such a rule-abiding girl would let her husband plow her while their friends sit only a few feet away from us?”
My dirty words ignite something inside her, and she spreads her legs wider.
“Fucking you pregnant is my new favorite hobby,” I grind out, my hips pistoning into her.
I couldn’t give a shit if anyone can hear us—or at least the things I’m doing to my wife’s body. Call me performative, but my dick hardens at the thought.
Drew grips the counter hard, her knuckles turning white.
I pull out and a small protest leaves her lips. “Don’t stop.”
