Billionaires Runaway Bride

“I don’t think so.” I pulled my bra off and moved in between his legs, working on his slacks. “My turn.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He lifted up, and I tugged his trousers and slacks down off his thighs. His erection was thick and proud. It bobbed backward and hit him in the stomach, the meaty head of it covered in pre-cum.

I growled low in my chest and reached up to stroke him. He moaned and lifted his hips, turning me on even further, as if that were possible. I moved in and rolled my tongue around the tip of his dick before pulling him into my mouth in long, slow sucks.

He cupped the side of my neck, his fingers pressing into the base of my head as he helped set our rhythm. I’d move back a little, and he pulled me

back down, forcing a few more inches of his cock into my mouth.

I gagged and pulled back to see his eyes roll back in his head. He bit his lip and moaned loudly as he panted. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Good. Then keep watching.” I took him in my hand and worked his thick shaft with my fingers and tongue until he stiffened, right on the edge of orgasm. Being cheeky might not have been my best bet. I moved back. “Not until I say you can come.”

“That’s not how it works, lass.” He pulled me back down and fucked himself over the edge, filling me with his hot seed and forcing me to realize who was in charge. My body pulsed at the dominant way he took over and reminded me that he held the reigns.

Never in my life had I let anyone control me, but I had a funny feeling that I’d let him anytime he wanted to, in any way that he wanted to.

“Oh, Molly.” He gripped my hands as he leaned back.

“You’re so sexy, Alfie. Make love to me one more time before we part ways for a while?” I stood and wiped at my mouth.

“Can I fuck you today? Just consider it making love with a little bit more aggression.” He glanced up at me, the question asked in earnest.

“I’d love it.”

He reached down and grabbed his slacks, pulling a rubber from them. “I was hoping today would end up with us naked and sweaty together. I planned for the best for sure.”

I laughed and watched him slid the thick purple condom over his swollen shaft. “I had a condom in my purse just in case you forgot yours.”

“Naughty. I love it.” He reached up and urged me to turn around before pulling me into his lap, my back to his chest. “Fuck me real slow. I’ll help lift you up.”

I moaned as he pressed into me, spreading my body open and forcing me to take one thick inch at a time. I gripped the armrests on his seat and rolled my hips, massaging my way down his cock.

His deep grunts combined with the smell of sex in the air already had me inching toward orgasm again. He reached between my thighs and tapped on my clit as I hit home, our bodies pressed together.

I cried out and bucked against him, losing myself to the delicious wave of pleasure provided by my next orgasm.

“Oh, yeah. Ride me, Molly. Let me see what’s trapped inside of you, beauty.” He lifted me up and pulled me back down, forcing me to stroke the full length of his dick with each thrust. We were both panting as we neared a shared orgasm.

The plane hit a bump, and I ignored it, not caring if the fucker was going down in flames. I was right where I wanted to be, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

He lifted up and met me stroke for stroke until we tumbled over the edge of ecstasy together, both of us moaning and trusting in an effort to find our own pleasure and yet triple it for our partner.

I collapsed against him and turned my face up a little so I could see him. “Brilliant. That was insanely brilliant.”

He laughed and cupped my chin, leaning down to kiss me deeply as his thick cock twitched inside of me. “I’m pretty sure that’s my line, love. You turning British on me?”

“Only if it means I get more of you.” I kissed him again and closed my eyes. How naughty was it to fuck on an airplane thirty-thousand feet in the sky?

I wasn’t sure of the rules of the universe, but my own sense of morality said it wasn’t what a good girl would do. Not that I cared.

I’d hung up my good girl badge the day I walked away from the altar.

*

“All right. So, have a good time with Peyton and call me.” Alfie pulled me close as we stood at the bottom of the plane. I had to head one way to get to the belly of the airport and find Peyton, and he was going to a limo parked just behind us.

“I will. I want to see you while you’re here. Before you go back to London.” I slid my hands around his waist and lifted up to brush my lips against his.