Page 10 of Wedding Daddy

He pushed a thigh between her legs, holding them open so he could continue his devastating ministrations. She experienced a moment of clarity as she imagined what she looked like, letting a man she’d only just met a few days ago play with her pussy in the first-class cabin of a plane where the only thing separating them from the other passengers was a thin sheet of glass.

Then the hand between her thighs pressed more firmly against her as his fingers slid down the juice-coated slit once again. Her hips bucked, her back arching as the tip slid inside her clenching entrance, and a strangled cry left her throat. The sensations were more than she could bear, and her body jolted from the shock of realizing he wanted more. The need for satisfaction sliced through her, her pussy pulsing from fierce flashes of desire.

“Please,” she whimpered, plagued by a tsunami of burning desire. She had no idea what she was asking for, only that he could give it to her, and if he didn’t soon, she would lose her mind. “Please, I need to… Don’t torture me like this.”

“Not torture. Only pleasure,” he replied. His eyes flashed with dark fire, and his face flushed as he came over her.

His hand pressed between her legs on her swollen clit as he cupped her cheek and possessed her lips with ravaging greed. His tongue possessed her mouth like a ravenous conqueror, greed and hunger striking fire to her already sensitized body.Her hand dug into the hair at his nape, her fingers clenching as she cried out beneath the onslaught of his rapacious kiss.

He gave her little chance to breathe and even less to move. His body held her captive, his hands between her legs stroking against her sensitive flesh as pinpoints of fire shot through her body. Jill fought for breath, for her very sanity, as the deep caress at her clit drove her higher into the dark sensations attacking her body now. Between her thighs, his fingers rotated, pressed, and ground against her tormented bud as she tilted her hips and thrust against him.

Her eyes widened as the sensation began to build, and it was not long before she was consumed by the sensations flowing through her. When she came, it was like an avalanche of sensations picking her up in its wake and sending her tumbling and flying down a hill. She opened her mouth to cry out in ecstasy, but he closed his lips over hers, swallowing the sound and anchoring her to reality as she lost control.

Jill’s vision slowly returned, along with her hearing and every other sense she’d lost as she climaxed. He still had his mouth over hers, but she doubted that it had been enough to silence her screams of ecstasy. In all her life, she’d never had an orgasm that good. Not with any of the men she’d shared a bed with or even the toys she’d been turning to more frequently in the recent past.

Her legs were still shaking, and her voice was croaky as she raised her head to look at him. “So do I qualify for the mile-high club now?” she asked.

He threw back his head and laughed, the low and deep sound vibrating her cunt. It hadn’t even been a minute since he made her come, and she was already ready for another.

“Here, drink this.” He handed her a bottle of water.

She didn’t realize how thirsty she was until she drank, smacking her lips when she was done. “That was refreshing. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, humor dancing in his eyes. “Think you’re ready to go back to your seat now?”

“Not quite,” she replied, burrowing deeper into his side. “I like it here.”

He sighed but didn’t make any attempt to push her away. Instead, he pulled her closer, making space for her right next to him so their bodies were curled around each other. They spent the rest of the flight in each other’s arms, talking about nothing and flirting outrageously with each other. And when the flirting became too much and words were no longer enough, they made out.

They made out a lot, and Jill had to admit he was a great kisser. And the things he did with her nipples were out of this world. It was like flying in the clouds, and she never wanted to come back down. She didn’t leave his side when the flight attendant came to take their food order and stayed tucked between his legs as she ate.

Later, when she fell asleep, his arms were still around her.

“Was I a good girl?” she asked, unable to keep from teasing him once more before she dozed off.

His lips curled in a grin as he gave her the reply she sought. “Yes, Princess.”

She slept with a smile and woke up a few hours later when he shook her awake to tell her the plane was landing.

They got off the plane together, but he was held up at immigration and promised to meet her at baggage claim when he was done. Jill found her luggage and was waiting for him to join her when she realized how silly all of it sounded. Not only had she allowed a stranger to finger her in the first-class cabin of a plane, but now she was waiting for him.

This was supposed to be some quick, harmless fun, a nice memory to cherish when she was old. Well, she’d had her fun, and now it was time to leave. She considered staying and seeingwhat plans he had for her. She’d really enjoyed the time they spent on the plane together, and it would be nice to see how much more fun he could be when they had more space than what their small cabin had allowed them. But that was something sensible Jill would do.

This version of herself would not be content to settle for just one man when a whole city of gorgeous men waited for her. Men she never had to worry about catching feelings for. Men she could use for sex who wouldn't demand anything else from her like this man seemed to do without even trying. Something told her messing with this stranger could only lead to one thing, and the last thing she needed was to leave Italy with a broken heart.

She grabbed her bags and hurried away without giving herself a chance to change her mind. She got through customs and found a cab to take her to her hotel. As the cab drove away from the airport, she turned around and saw him walk through the gates with a confused expression as he looked around for her.

Jill almost turned back and went to him. She fought the urge and stayed put, watching the distance between them grow larger, and assured herself she was not making the biggest mistake of her life. The cab was pulling up to her hotel when she realized that in all their interactions, not once did she ask for his name or what he was doing in Italy. He was literally nothing more than a stranger to her now.

Chapter Two

Afew hours later, Jill took the elevator down to the hall where the wedding rehearsal was to be held. Terry had met her at the hotel lobby when she arrived. It had been a touching reunion with lots of hugs and screams, mostly from her. Seeing how happy he was, Jill was glad she’d swallowed her pride and accepted the stranger’s help.

She thought about the stranger a lot since she left him back at the airport, especially the hours they spent together on the plane and how great it felt to be in his arms and have his hand inside her. After Terry helped her settle in her room, he informed her he had a few wedding things to take care of. Jill offered to help, but he reassured her she didn’t have to do anything but arrive at the rehearsal dinner on time.

With nothing to do, she had put that time to good use, eating lunch by the pool before taking a very long nap so she could be alert and present at the dinner. It was a great start to her vacation, and she’d even caught the eyes of a few good-looking men down at the pool. Jill told herself she didn’t entertain any of them because she was focused on her brother's wedding. Her real vacation could start as soon as he was off on his honeymoon in two days.

The truth was a lot simpler than that. None of those men were him. If she thought leaving the stranger at the airport would be the last time she thought of him, she was quickly corrected by that notion. These men were young, some ripped and fit, their muscles glistening from the sunscreens and oils they’d rubbed on.

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