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“My pretty little cock sucking wife,” I murmured. “You look beautiful with my dick in your mouth, Angel.”

She did her makeup was still immaculate, making her dark eyes stand out and her long eyelashes fluttered. Anything that was on her lips was long gone, but they were plump and pink around my dick. I smiled before I stroked her forehead to the back of her head.

“But I need to make you choke, baby,” I said as I gripped the back of her head with my hands.

I thrust myself hard down her throat while I yanked her head forward, groaning when my dick surged down her tight throat. Her hands momentarily moved to my legs, but she quickly moved them behind her again. I glanced down to see she still had several inches left to take.

“Swallow me down, Angel. I know your pussy gets wet from my sucking cock. You love being used like a dirty slut,” I said as I pulled back while she blinked.

I thrust forward and continued to screw her mouth until I was balls-deep inside her throat. The hum of the plane was the only noise other than the gurgling wet sounds coming from her mouth as I fucked her hard and fast. Tears streamed down her cheeks as I ruined her make-up. Her soft, wet mouth remained open, but it was a tight squeeze each time I forced my way down her neck.

Why would I ever touch another woman when I had sheer perfection like this?

Chapter 37

Emilia

When he stopped moving and kept his cock buried inside my neck, I was grateful for the reprieve. He held my head against his pelvis, but he had a look of adoration on his face. The look sent a warm glow down my chest but made the ache in my pussy grew stronger. He slowly moved back until I could breathe again. He pulled himself out and helped me up as I tried to wipe my face.

“Leave it. You look perfect,” he said with a grin.

He moved me towards the bed, and I was glad the pain in my ass and legs had dissipated. Picturing him with some faceless air stewardess had made me temporarily insane. I may have my father's temper. I mused to myself as he pushed me facedown on the bed.

His weight moved on top of me, and I felt his heavy dick rest on my lower back. He cupped my breasts and kissed the nape of my neck. I raised my head against him when he began to rub my nipples through the thin lace of my bra.

“I would never look at another woman inappropriately when I have such a hot slut of a wife, Angel,” he said in a husky voice beside my ear. “I don’t need to touch you to know your desperate cunt is aching for my cock.”

“It was a moment of madness, a bit like you with Kyle.”

He chuckled. “I enjoyed choking the life out of that useless fuck. Try not to choke Lori when you see her. Good staff are hard to find.”

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I almost wished she was a hot stewardess now. He pulled the lace away from my breasts and began to toy with my nipples. When he began to pinch and tug them, I bit my lip, but a moan escaped from me.

“That feels so good, Cyrus,” I said, reaching back to grip his hair.

“Yeah?” he asked as he moved his hand between us, and I felt him manoeuvre his dick until it touched my pussy. “How does this feel?” he asked as he teased me by rubbing himself along my pussy.

The broad head pushed between my folds, and I tried to move back on it, but his weight on me made it impossible. I pulled his hair in frustration and groaned.

“Why do you love torturing me so much?” I whimpered.

“Because it’s who I am, and I love it when you're desperate for relief that only I can give you,” he said as he pulled my hand away from his hair. “I have to constantly fight to control myself when I fuck you. You make me want to cum before I’m done tormenting you.”

A wide smile spread across my face at his words. He always seemed to be composed, but when he did lose control, he always fucked me like a beast, and I loved it.

“Oh,” I gasped when he lodged his cock inside my pussy.

“And I love how you soak my dick,” he whispered as he pushed himself inside me. “Feeling your cunt spread open for me.”

“Oh, God,” I panted out because I loved his sweet torture. “Yes!”

He took his time and made me feel every inch of his cock inside me. My pussy clenched around him and caused my ass to tighten around the plug inside of me.

“I’m fucking obsessed with you, Angel,” he said as he bit into my neck.

I winced as his teeth sunk into my flesh. He released my neck but began to suck on the flesh he’d bitten. His mouth worked on my neck as he continued to slowly fuck me. His hand tightened around my breast, and he squeezed me hard until I ached for him to move faster.

He licked my sore neck and released my breast before he placed his hands on either side of me and began to thrust deeper. I spread my legs and tried to push back on him. I began to pant and moan when his dick thrust harder, rubbing against my insides and the plug.

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