Royal Fake

It wasn’t an alarming change, but he was markedly different. When I first met him, he was light and airy. Like one would imagine a regular Irishman being, goodhearted, kind natured, fun to be around. The Liam who had just ordered our privacy was more of a prince. I shivered just a little, but since he’d fingered me so expertly in the car, I was sensitive and keyed up about everything. I gave him a pass.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.” James bowed and with that Liam took my hand and lead me to a high gloss wooden door.

James took a seat with a man in a black business suit as we left them. Their seats were regular airplane seats, but far more luxurious. I was expecting our private cabin to be the same, but instead, I found a tiny onboard living room. There was a long leather couch on the right side of the plane with a small wooden table in front of it. On the other side of the plane were two comfortable armchairs. On one wall there was a television that took up most of the space. On the other wall was another door. Liam caught me looking with a sense of awe and wonder.

“This will be our quarters for the duration of the flight. That door leads to a private bathroom and shower. We have a streaming service that plays first-run movies, Wi-Fi, and a kitchen onboard where a chef will prepare our meals when we’re ready for them. I thought, though, we’d want some alone time first.” His eyes narrowed into feral little slits. “I love fucking in the air,” he admitted with glee. He locked the door and directed me to the couch. I was excited, but just the tiniest bit nervous as well. I’d never traveled on such a small plane before. It was half the size of a commercial jet.

“Don’t we need to wear our seatbelts?” I squeaked as he sat me down and laid me out on the generously sized couch.

His hardness pressed into my hip as he shimmed my skirt up over my hips. He then reached under my butt and pulled out a seat belt and secured it to another strap he brought from the back of the couch seat. As soon as he unearthed the belt he clicked it over the top of my skirt thus pinning me in place as he tightened the belt across me.

“You’re belted in,” his look grew headier.

“This isn’t how regular seatbelts work.” I wiggled my hips, trying to stay playful.

“It’s a special design.” My heart dropped a little thinking of all the other women he had trapped on the couch.

“So, you do a lot of fucking in this plane?” My voice catapulted with stress thinking I might have made a huge mistake agreeing to come on the trip.

“I have,” He leaned down, opened my leather jacket, and bit my nipple through my thin T-shirt as his erection dug deeper into my thigh. “But that all ends when you become my wife.” His hot tongue saturated the fabric of my T-shirt as his hands pulled my breast out from my shirt as his naughty fingers pinched and pulled at it. “You’ll be the only one now.” With that, he pulled out my other breast and gave it the same attention and soon I wasn’t thinking anymore.

He spent a lot of time on my breasts. I had decided not to wear a bra for the trip having brought several in my suitcase and I was wearing a jacket. I wanted to be a little wild. Obviously, he noticed. He lifted my shirt up over them and dove in sucking, nipping, and pinching as my insides flared up again and my panties became uncomfortably damp.

“Tell me I’m being an idiot,” I begged.

“I could, but I won’t.” He lifted his head off my nipple to look up at me. “The situation is idiotic, who tells someone when they have to get married and to whom. Let’s just have fun with this. Life is too short.” Again, he flashed his charming smile and I was hooked.

“Right, Yolo!” I raised my arm in the air.

“Yolo?” The confused expression on his face was cute.

“You only live once!” I wiggled my tits beckoning him back again.

He was happy to return to his spot as I rubbed my wanton body against his. My heart fluttered and heat rose on my skin just like every time we’d had sex. I had never responded like that to anyone.

“Stand by for takeoff, Your Majesty,” the pilot’s voice came over the intercom as I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Ready?”

“Sure.” I bit my lip.

The jet began to move, and Liam dove back into my breasts. “This will be the best ride of your life.”