Thanks to hearing too much noise from Allister’s and Ellie’s savage fuck, Draegan was more than ready for Serena by the time she loosened his fly. In fact, he helped her.
“Mmm…thank you,” she whispered, lowering her head to his lap.
The plane wasn’t packed. He was relatively glad of that, but two rows ahead of them, a businessman turned in his seat, shooting Draegan a toothy grin as if he knew what was happening behind him. He nodded at the passenger sharply and should’ve told the envious bastard to keep his focus straight ahead.
“Pull my hair, Draegan,” she crooned, lowering her mouth on his cock.
Damn right, he’d pull. He’d grab a handful of those silken blonde locks and guide her. He wanted to feed her his cock, but he was having a difficult time keeping a straight face as a bolt of pure exquisite pleasure shot through his shaft. To make matters worse, whenever anyone up ahead shifted in their
seats, he stilled in his.
A soothing vibration commenced as she hummed against his size. She quietly sucked, fingering his balls and tracing the lines in his heavy sac. She nuzzled the tip of his penis with her nose whenever she came up for air. The more she teased him, the more he thought of countless possibilities for the traveling day ahead.
“Oh Draegan.” Her hand disappeared underneath her shirt.
He sucked in a breath as he imagined where those fingers were playing. “You’re killing me here.”
She shot him a devilish smile. “Once the seatbelt sign is on again and the attendant takes a seat, I’m fucking you.”
Draegan’s cock jerked. He grinned at the vixen in his lap, admiring Serena’s prowess as her tongue traveled his length.
She stroked and massaged him. She licked the tip as if she were already half-addicted to his masculine taste, his manly spice.
A double-ding resounded and the flight attendant said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign. Please remain in your seat for the rest of your flight.”
Mere seconds later, the pilot gave his spiel about the current weather in Atlanta and the estimated arrival time at the gate. They were then free to enjoy the final moments of their flight.
Pinching her nipple through her thin top, Draegan fisted her skirt and worked it over her hips. He couldn’t help but snicker as he considered something he hadn’t given much thought before then. Trouble’s women were dressed in skirts, hardly a coincidence all things considered.
Finding her naked underneath the material, he wasted no time in sliding his hips down and bringing her over him. “I’d love to have those pretty tits in my face about right now.”
“Shh.” She dared him by lifting her brows but he didn’t take the challenge. His brothers would never forgive him if they were held up in Atlanta for indecent exposure.
Then again, Allister’s stunt was due to be trumped.
Instead of a noisy unlawful act, Draegan pulled her hips over his and immediately slipped inside her warm channel, unprotected and fully aware of the possibilities. At her ear, he softly said, “You know I don’t have anything on me.”
“Protection?” She caressed his lips with hers. “Then this is all the better, Draegan.”
His heart clamored away then and he thought of the possibilities of starting a family with Serena. They had discussed having children but it always came down to planning parenthood, who the first father would be and how they’d go about ensuring there weren’t any accidents. They wanted their children to know that, regardless of their situation, they were wanted and each father had been aware of what had taken place at the time.
“I want to make a baby with you,” he whispered against her lips, feeling her smile into their kiss.
“I want you to make a baby with me,” she whispered right back, squeezing around his shaft.
In a somewhat awkward position, he didn’t have much hope of leading the good fuck, a wild and rambunctious kind of activity. Instead, he was trapped under her, a willing participant who could only provide the seat for the woman riding him.
The plane started its descent and the turbulence rocked the aircraft. For a few minutes, their bodies were thrown one way or another thanks to the forces of nature looking out for them.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Draegan rasped, thrusting his hips up and loving the way she clung to his shaft and jammed her cunt on his cock. “God bless, I need to, baby.”
“You need to what?” She lifted her shirt and jiggled her shoulders.
One sight of those glorious knockers and he was a goner. He buried his head in her cleavage, his tongue working over one mound and then the next as his cock thrummed inside her.
God bless. He was five or six strokes from blowing!
His balls were tortured and sensitive. He was read to shoot. And right when things couldn’t have burned any hotter, Markie squealed and fucked up everything.