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He arrogantly states, "What's wrong, princess? Is there something ya want me to do to ya?" He reaches for his pocket and presses the remote.
The egg starts up again. He'd turned it off when we left the dining room earlier. I forgot it was still inside me. He puts it on full speed, and I moan, surprised.
"Shh," he reprimands. "Unless, of course, ya want company." He gives me a lewd look.
I close my eyes.
He demands, "Open your eyes. You're going to watch me eat your pussy."
I do as he says, and his mouth latches on to my clit. He starts licking, sucking, and teasing it.
I put my hands on the table, arching my back.
He tugs me closer to his body and looks up while his mouth is still on me.
The first tremor rolls through me. I convulse against his mouth, and he doesn't let me go. He keeps me on the O-train, and I have one orgasm after another until I'm sweating and moaning, even though I'm trying to be quiet. The panties stop me from saying words, but they can't contain the incoherent sounds coming out of me.
He gives me another rush of endorphins, sucking me harder. All of a sudden, the egg inside my body causes me to convulse harder.
Vicious trembles run through me, and I fly to a new high, becoming dizzy.
"That's my princess," he grunts, removes the egg, and tosses it on the sofa. He slides out of the chair. He tugs me off the table, drops his pants, and sits on the sofa. He grabs my knees, positions me so I'm straddling his hips, and shoves me over his cock.
I groan, arching into the air. The egg and overhead bins continue to vibrate as we hit a patch of turbulence.
He demands in a low voice, "Ya fucking better ride me like you've never ridden me before, princess."
I do. I put my arms around him, burying my face in his neck, circling my hips faster, loving how he fills me.
He takes his hand and slaps my ass.
I cry out, but it's muffled due to the panties. I swallow hard, my mouth dry.
He kisses my neck and then my ear, murmuring, "Fuuuuck. Ya don't know what ya do to me, sunshine."
I know that growl. It's the sound he makes when he's about to come. So I slow it down, circling at a pace I know isn't going to get him off, but he's too riled up.
He grabs my hips, digging his fingers on my skin, and threatens, "My dad doesn't sleep forever, and I'm coming whether he sees us or not. So make your decision, princess. What's it going to be, baby girl?" He holds my hips, waits, and brings his face to mine.
I nod, needing more, unable to stand him being in me and not moving.
His lips curl into a grin. "That's what I thought. Ya need me as much as I need ya, don't ya?"
I nod. It's true, and I'm not going to deny it. Our chemistry is always too much, and I'm never satiated. And right now, I need another high from him.
He takes my hips and starts moving me at his desired pace, and I follow.
And it doesn't take long before he's warning, "I'm going to come. Fuck ya, ya little fucking perfect wife of mine."
I moan louder.
"Fuuuuuuck," he cries out, and I'm sure the whole plane hears him as his cock swells inside of me, widening my walls as he pumps inside of me.
I start to come again, both of us trembling against the other, his hand holding me tight, his lips on my neck, my hair wrapped around his fist so I'm staring at the shaking bins.
It takes a while before we come down. When we do, he releases my hair and pulls my panties out of my mouth. He kisses me, and the dryness in my mouth leaves as I urgently meet his tongue with every thrust.
He finally pulls back and tugs me into him, stroking my back. "You're perfect. Ya know that, sunshine?"
