Page 31 of Shes my 1 Try

“I thought that was supposed to be my line.” I laugh, gripping her hip and easing in a little more. “It does feel so fucking good.”

After pausing for another moment, Wiley eases back again, but I see her fingers digging into the chair. Leaning over her, my height an advantage, I whisper against her ear, “Even this much is more than I hoped for, baby. Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lavishing kisses down her neck, I notice her fingers are still digging into the chair. When she pushes herself back more, her tight fucking channel gripping my cock fucking bliss, I’m tempted to stop the whole damn thing.

“Wiley,” I growl in warning.

“No, Asher, I’m okay,” she pants, shifting her body, even more of my cock sliding inside. “God, fuck. Yes!”

Taking her lead, I start sliding in and out of her, up to a point. She lays her head down on the seat, thrusting her ass up even higher as she moans her pleasure. “You’re doing so good, baby. The way you’re taking my cock.”

“I want all of you inside me, Asher.” On her words, she slides back even further, her legs shaking.

“Wiley, you don’t have to prove anything to me.” Gripping her hips, I stop her from moving, but when she clenches her walls around me, I know I’ve left marks on her sun-kissed skin.

“I’m not trying to prove anything,” she says over her shoulder, her skin glowing. “I want you, Asher. All of you. I know my pussy was made to take you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes!” I grind out as she starts to rock on me, slowly at first, but as she increases her tempo, her breathing does too and we both hear the droplets of her arousal hitting the leather.

“Tell me how good I feel, Asher. Tell me I’m a good girl.”

Fuck! Me!

“If we weren’t on this plane, you’d be fucking screaming my name,” I promise, my hips working not to thrust deep inside her. Wrapping her hair around my hands, I tug her head back, her body coming with her. “Now show me what a good fucking girl you are. Take all of my cock.”

Delight. Pleasure. Pride. Fuck all three spark in her eyes as I allow her to ease back at her own pace. When her ass hits my stomach and sweat beads on both of us, she looks back at me.

“That’s my good girl, you take my cock so well,” I praise, releasing her hair and gripping her throat so I can claim her mouth.

“Asher,” she pants into our kiss, the walls of her cunt holding me so tight. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Baby, the way you ask so nicely. I could never refuse. But first let’s get rid of this.” Tearing the flimsy material of her lace G-string, Wiley’s squeak of shock is cute as fuck. Discarding it, I position her hands and hips on the seat and fuck her just the way she asked me to.

I’m pretty bloody sure the whole damn plane can hear us, the way our skin slaps together. Wiley’s moans and curses. The way she begs me to fuck her harder. Not to mention my own growls and rumbles as she reaches between us and fucking fondles my balls.

“The way your pussy takes my cock, baby, it’s the best fucking thing I’ve seen in my entire life,” I manage to groan out as I watch my cock slide all the way into her. “Play with your clit, Wiley.”

My thoughts are scattered and unorganised as I get closer and I wonder if Wiley’s experiencing the same sensation overload as me. When she does as I asked, that familiar pull in my balls and the strain in my back begin to grow, I realise I need more connection.

Pulling out, Wiley’s moans stop and she spins around on her knees to face me. Her chest is heaving, but fuck if she isn’t the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth with her cheeks flushed, her hair sweat dampened and her lips full and kiss bruised. “Is something wrong?”

“No. Everything is perfect,” I kiss her. “I…I wanna see your face when you come, Wiley.”

“I don’t know who the hell brought you into my world, Asher Scott, but thank fuck they did.” Kissing me back, she shifts back on the seat, lying down.

Moving over her, I press the head of my cock to her entrance, her mouth falling open in this perfect O shape, and I slide back in her. As we find a rhythm, Wiley hooks one leg over my hip, our bodies moving together as if we were two parts finally made whole. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.

Yeah, I’ve sought my pleasure and I’m not ashamed of it. This thing with Wiley. It’s different. Worlds apart from just sexual pleasure and release.

“Asher,” she whispers, one hand skimming along my cheek to curl into my hair, tugging at the longer strands. “I…I…”

“Me too,” I pant as her words trail off, our eyes locked.

Wiley tightens around me, the nails of her other hand digging into my back and it sparks my own release; both of us somehow frozen in time. When her eyes flutter, her body jerking a little with wave after wave of pleasure, I’m tempted to just drink in what I’ve done to her. But this is different.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock.” Her orgasm keeps rolling and my climax is heightened, my heart like a fucking freight train in my chest. “Good girl, now breathe for me.”

Depositing kisses along her jaw and down the column of her throat, she holds me closer and I know I could stay like this forever. It’s crystal fucking clear I feel more for Wiley than just sexual attraction.

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