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“Yes. I just …. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
“What?”
“Meet me, and you’ll find out. You brought your collar?”
Eyes narrowed on her, it becomes blatantly clear what she plans to do in there, but before I can protest, she bites her lip and pushes up from the chair. Clearing my throat again, I look around to find one lawyer sleeping, Thomas still working, and the stewardess nowhere in sight. I button up my shirt and rifle through the small bag I brought aboard for the clerical collar that Ivy insisted I keep, and I head toward the back of the plane without anyone seeming to notice.
Without knocking, I enter a bathroom that looks nothing like a typical airplane bathroom. Dark wood and marble make up a sink that reminds me of something in a hotel. Dim lighting and neatly folded towels are added touches, along with the variety of toiletries set out in a basket. But none of these things really hold my attention long. My eyes dart directly to the woman who stands across from me, blocking the porthole window and balancing against the counter with her legs spread and ready for me. I slide on my collar, adjusting it into place, and approach slowly, cautiously, avoiding the urge slam her into the wall and fuck her brains out. At my approach, she falls to her knees and gives the sign of the cross.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I wish I could say it’s the last time, but I’m in a bit of a predicament.”
“What kind of predicament?” I stroke my hand over her hair, resisting the need to clench my hand to a tight fist.
“My boyfriend … he has this amazing cock.” She licks her lips and stares up at me, while she works the belt on my slacks. “It’s big. And thick. And his cum tastes delicious.” In one vicious yank, she springs my dick free, and there’s no denying how much this woman turns me on. “I seem to have developed an addiction to it.”
“Perhaps you just haven’t tasted enoughvarietyin your life.” The moment her lips dance around my tip, I squeeze her hair, biting back the tension that pulses through me, coaxing tiny thrusts toward her mouth.
“I don’t want to taste anyone else’s dick, Father. I only want his.”
“I’m afraid that’s not how it works. To cast out these demons, you must first ensure the source.” My body is desperate for those ruby red lips that slide over the tip, leaving behind smears of lipstick over slick precum. “Take me in your mouth and see if you still only crave his cock.”
“Yes, Father.” Those are the last words she says, before her lips stretch over my shaft and down toward the base. I tip my head back and set my hand against the wall to keep from buckling.
“Fuck,” I groan, and not even the jarring rattle of turbulence stops her from kicking up the pace. My body is burning with the desire to be buried balls deep inside of her, but I can’t move. This woman has me in a state of sexual paralysis.
She glides back up to the tip and strokes the trailing spit, as she stares up at me again. “I still crave his cock and only his cock.”
Grinding my teeth, I desperately try to hold back the violence inside of me that wants to split this woman in half. “Well, then, perhaps we should try something else.” I grip her throat and draw her to her feet, pressing her against the wall, where she stumbles back onto the counter. Mouth gaping, she lets out a breath, and I squeeze just enough to draw those messy lips into a smile. “Spread your legs,pécheresse. You know you want this as much as I do.”
She does as she’s told, and I guide her hand between her legs, pushing two of her fingers up inside of her. Eyes closed, she curls her lip between her teeth and lets out a soft moan. “Look at the way you indulge in sin.” Lifting her fingers between us, I open my mouth and allow her to insert them. The sweet flavor of her pussy coats my tongue as I suck them clean. Hand still gripping her throat, I line my tip at her entrance and pause. “Tell me, Ivy. Tell me how good his cock feels inside of you.”
She shudders and lets out a shaky breath. Her throat bobs against my palm, and she regards me with a sliver of defiance. “He fucks me hard and so good, I don’t want him to stop.”
Damn her. I think there isn’t a thing this woman says that could possibly make me harder than I already am, but then she adds, “No one fucks me as good as he does.”
In one harsh thrust, I’m inside her, the wet walls of her tight little hole grabbing my cock, as I push deeper. “Surely, he must bore you by now.”
She tongues the corner of her mouth, eyes heavy with lust. “Never.”
“Your boyfriend is a lucky man,” I say, my voice raspy and husky with the desire to come all over her. To mark her with my scent, so any man who comes near her will know she belongs to me.
She lets out a breathy chuckle and tips her head back. “I’d say I’m the lucky one right now, Father.” Her brows come together in a cross between pain and ecstasy. “Oh, fuck!”
A little loud for an airplane bathroom, and I’m certain anyone outside the door has gotten wind of what we’re up to.
At the knock on the door, we don’t stop. My hips pummel into her like a man drilling for oil, even when the stewardess asks, “Miss Mercier, is everything okay in there?”
“Yeah–” Ivy chokes out. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, my fucking God!”
Two more pumps, and her back stiffens, the pinch of her eyebrows softens with her smile, and the beautiful glow plastered on her face is more than I can stand. Hot jets of cum spring from my dick as I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet floral scent.
“Ah,pécheresse, you are a bad girl.” Pulse after mind-blowing pulse feeds into her, as if we’re two cables, spliced together in one constant flow of electricity. “Holy fuck.”
“Holy, indeed.” She steals deep breaths and grabs either side of my face, pulling me toward her lips. “Bore me. As if.”
I kiss her again, savoring the flavor of her skin against my tongue. “I swear you taste sweeter every time you come.”
“It’s the purity of your holy cock.”
