Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Shush, mi esposa,” he says, his voice deep. His forehead presses against mine; I can hear and feel the wetness coating us with each thrust, the palm of his hand grinding down on my clit. Johnny’s other hand presses deeper, and the tip of his finger presses against my ass. My senses go on overload. I’m a frenzied and heated mess. Two can play this game. He’s busy taking care of me and is left with a hard cock. Not today. I grasp his belt, pulling it through the loop before attacking the button and zipper. The grinding of Johnny’s hips against the palm of my hand as I finally grasp his thick cock almost pushes me over the edge.
“So hot, so close.” He may have said we’d have no time, but we can work together, so both of us can come.
“Mierda.” My thumb skims over the head of his cock, meeting his pre-cum and using it to help guide my way. In a perfect world, he’d be wet from my mouth or pussy, and I’d jack him off until he comes all over my chest.
“Inside me, please. Please, Johnny, get inside me.” My head tips skyward when trying to keep up at the same pace as my husband becomes impossible.
“You want my cock, you better be quiet, and you better get there fast.” Johnny’s fingers leave my center. The wetness he leaves in his path is hot when I look down to watch as he manages to hold me up with one hand and knock my hand away with the other, fists himself, then surges inside me.
“Oh fuck.” I bite my lower lip, realizing how loud that was. Johnny shakes his head, a tilt of his lips the only nuance giving away that he’s proud of himself for making me lose my senses.
“Get there. Squeeze your cunt around my cock, take me with you, cariño.” His demands set me off. That and the fact that he’s rubbing my wetness along my back entrance, pressing in with each push and pull of his hips. Timing it so perfectly that when the tip slides in, I bear down, taking more and bursting apart at the seams. My body shudders, my mind goes blank, and the deep moan of Johnny’s voice is the only thing I can hear. I stay still, keeping my hands on his shoulders, not having any idea how they got there, only that we’re going to have to hope our clothes aren’t too wrinkly and we’re not too sweaty to clean up before the plane lands.
“I love you, Johnny, now and always,” I breathe.
“Te amare por siempre, mi esposa.” I’ll love you forever, my wife. He rocks his hips a few more times before a quiver takes hold, and I know if we had more time, he’d take me again. One thing about Johnny, he doesn’t need breaks to build up his stamina; he’s always ready to go where I’m concerned.
“Even when I make you lose control?” I ask with a teasing tone.
“Especially when you make me lose control. I’m not sure how we’re going to clean up. The bathroom is fucking miniscule, and if I pull out, there’ll be more of a mess than if I stay inside you.”
“Then I guess you need to carry me into the bathroom and clean me up,” I reply, more than happy to let him take care of me.
“Wish we had more time. Later.” He drops a kiss to my lips then proceeds to carry my while still hard as a rock inside of me and walks us to the bathroom. Each step only has me yearning for more, and he’s not the only one who’s more than ready to go again. Tonight, I think to myself. Tonight, it’s going to be me who takes care of him, thanking him in a way that lets him know he possesses me like no other man ever could.
17
JOHNNY
“You ready for this?” I ask Winnie. I’ve got Sebastian in my arms, his head is tucked into my shoulder, and I’ve got my arm under his bottom to keep him steady. After getting up early, the excitement of being on a plane and somewhat flying it, meaning he got to sit in Tysen’s lap, press buttons, and steer when allowed, got to him. It wasn’t until after we landed and Tys shut down the plan that he could move in and around the cabin and cockpit. He attempted to go wild, except Winnie was so nervous he’d mess something up, she’d interject every time he touched a button. In the end, we had to call it quits, promising he’d be able to come back and enjoy later.
There are plans in the making, ones that include Tysen figuring out if he’s financing the cost of a jet on his own, which is some serious bank. Then there’s all of us going into it as a whole, each of us owning a part of a business we more than know will be successful. The last idea he mentioned was partnering with someone else. Whatever he decides, whether we like it or not, we’ll have his back. But fuck me, I hope he decides to partner with the lot of us.