Page 55 of The Rise

We meet the pilot, and then we climb into the plane. I’ve never been on a plane before, and to say I’m nervous is an understatement.

“Why are you shaking?” Hunter asks me once we’re settled in. ‘

“I’ve never been on a plane.”

“What? Never?” I shake my head as Hunter laughs. “This is going to be fucking amazing.”

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“Little rebel, there are so many things I can do to you while we’re on this plane that you’ll forget we’re flying.” I feel my cheeks heat at his words.

We settle in and take off, which isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Hunter keeps talking to me about the most random shit he can think of to keep my mind off things. I find myself laughing so much it hurts.

“I love when you laugh,” he says.

“You make me laugh. That’s not something a lot of people can do anymore.”

“I’m glad I can do that for you. There’s so much more that I want to do with you, Lana.”

“Like what?”

“For one, I want to tie you to the bed when we get where we’re going and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“What else?”

“I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re screaming my name. I want the whole fucking hotel to hear you.”

“Is that it?” Hunter shakes his head, and I bite my lip.

“I want you to be so loud that security is going to come knocking on the door because they think you’re being murdered.” Now I laugh out loud. I reach for him and pull his lips to mine, kissing him roughly. When we break apart, I sit back. Hunter’s hand slides into the front of my jeans. I shift so he has better access to what he’s after.

His fingers sink under my panties and straight inside me. Of course, I’m wet for him. How could I not be after the way he was talking to me?

“Fuck, Lana. You’re always so wet for me.”

“You can’t just talk to me the way you did and expect me not to be,” I tell him.

“So you like it when I talk to you like that?” he asks me as I nod my head, my lips parting as he fingers me.

“Yeah,” I reply with a gasp. Hunter grins deviously as he continues with what he’s doing. His fingers work in and out of me, and I groan.

“You want my fingers to be my cock, don’t you? You fucking love my piercings.”

“I wasn’t mad about the ones with the spikes.”

“Really? You know those were meant to hurt, right?”

“They did, but when I took charge, I could control how much.”

“And you also know you’re not going to be in control that much.”

“I know that. Fuck,” I moan as he hits the perfect spot inside me. My hips start to rock against his hand, and he knows I’m close.

“That’s right, Lana. Soak my fucking hands in your juices.”

“Hunter,” I whine his name.

“Do it, little rebel. Fucking come for me,” he growls this time. He pulls his fingers free and rubs my clit, and that’s all I need to explode, letting my release flow out of me. Hunter dips his fingers back inside me, coating them in wetness before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips.

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