Page 57 of My Downfall

“That’s not what I meant,” I laugh.

“I know. I need you to trust me, okay?”

“I do,” I breathe as I lie my head against his chest. We stay like that for the rest of the car ride.

***

“We’ve got to try and stay awake this flight. It’ll be night when we get home and it’ll massively help with the jetlag if we can avoid sleeping now.” We’ve just taken off and will be removing our seatbelts soon.

“How do you plan on us doing that?”

“We’re going to go to the bedroom, and we’ll start by you sitting on my face. I want to tongue fuck you over the Atlantic.”

Fuck.

***

My hands grip the headboard as another orgasm barrels through me. It’s my third one by Hudson’s mouth and I don’t think I can take any more.

“Oh God,” I groan. “No more, please, I can’t take any more.” His hand comes down hard on my ass and he nips my clit at my words.

I shriek at the bite of pain.

“I told you there’s no God here, what’s my fucking name?”

Holy shit.

“Daddy,” I pant.

He flips me onto my back and pushes my legs open with his hips, thrusting his cock into me in one smooth glide. We both moan as he fills me completely.

“You take my cock so well, baby girl. So fucking hot, so tight. So fucking perfect.”

My hands claw at his back as he hammers into me. Christ knows what the crew think, there’s no way they can’t hear us in here, we are anything but quiet.

“I’m going to fill this cunt so good, you’ll be full of cum when we land.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant with every thrust of his cock.

“Come for Daddy, baby. Squeeze my cock as I give you all of me.”

So fucking dirty.

I swear his words get me just as close as what he does with his dick. It’s not just the size of Hudson’s cock that gives me pleasure, it’s that he knows exactly what to do with it.

“I’m coming,” I squeal as I feel myself clench around him.

“That’s it. Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Take it all.” He holds himself deep as he spills every drop of cum inside me.

***

“Fuck, baby, I want you here.” His finger runs along the crack of my ass. We’ve been in the bedroom for hours and neither of us have any intentions of leaving until we begin to land.

“That’s for my husband,” I moan.

“What?” he rasps as he bottoms out inside me.

“My ass will be my gift to him. No one’s had me there, and no one will until I’m married.” It might be silly, but I want to save something for the man I marry.