Page 66 of One Love

Lapping up her cum, I move my tongue to her clit and flick it a few times before going back in and fucking her cunt without an ounce of restraint. I lick and suck, the sounds of my mouth on her bouncing off the tiny box we’re in. I can smell her need for me and it just makes me harder and harder until the need to fuck her takes over me completely.

“Get your dick inside me, D. Right fucking now!”

But I’m not done.

She’ll get my cock when she comes, not a second before.

With two fingers at her entrance, I bite down on her swollen clit and push my digits in at the same time, curling them at the hilt and making sure I hit that perfect little spot deep inside her.

J’s head bangs against the mirror, her moan tortured yet filled with pleasure when she tightens her thighs against the side of my head and fucks my mouth. Topping me. Taking from me. Owning every inch of me from my toes to my soul.

With her cum dripping from my fingers as her first orgasm subsides, I bring them to my mouth as I stand and face her. I love how relaxed she is right after I make her come. The one side of her that no one else gets to see.

My tongue licks one side of my index finger then the other before I bring them to her mouth and we lick together, our tongues meeting then retreating until I’m kissing her deeply, my hand cradling the back of her head and my cock slamming inside her tight little cunt.

We both groan, the weight of the day dissipating as her pussy stretches around my dick and pulses with her need for me to move.

And I do.

Slowly pulling out, I drive back inside her, careful not to hurt her, my hand serving as a buffer between her and the mirror.

J’s ankles are wrapped around the small of my back as I ram in and out of her pussy, taking, taking, taking, until she gives me everything.

This time, when she comes again, I go off the cliff right along with her.

I’m hoping we were quiet enough to escape the inevitable comments once we walk back out but, to be honest, my ears are ringing too loudly with the pure pleasure that’s running through my veins to know anything.

“Welcome to the mile-high club, hope you had a good flight.” I kiss her again as she releases me, a rare grin on her gorgeous face.

“Ideal flying conditions.”

Perfect, even.

By the time we make it back out into the cabin, we’re put back together as well as possible. Contrary to my earlier worries, no one says a damn thing to us. Probably because they enjoy keeping their balls, but the knowing looks tell me they knew—or heard—exactly what was happening in that bathroom.

Meh, I can handle that. Now everyone knows she’s mine. Neanderthal level achieved.

Just as we both sit back down, Hallie comes back to sit with us, flopping onto the seat next to her mother.

“The turbulence woke me up.” She yawns, her head leaning on J’s shoulder as I grin, looking out the window and feeling J’s hot gaze burning the side of my face.

Turbulence, indeed.

“Hey, Guido! Get me some water, here.”

It all happened so quickly.

Watching J rub circles on Hallie’s back as she laid her head on her mother’s shoulder, her gaze far away, probably processing this whole day or maybe her entire existence since her father died when the silence is interrupted.

Ronan’s insulting words accompanied by his hostile, condescending tone puts every last occupant of the plane on high alert. Notably Marco and Enzo, whose Italian heritage is apparent in the dark of their hair and the hardness in their eyes.

Marco rises from his seat, his hands in the pockets of his slacks, wearing calm and collected like a blanket on his shoulders. Eyes locked on Ronan, he nods to Enzo, whose knee is bouncing up and down, then allows a slow, murderous grin to inch up across his mouth.

I’m a big believer that power isn’t something you take, it’s something born deep inside your DNA, and Marco Mancini has it in spades. Without speaking a single word, he can command an entire army and still be home for dinner.

As impressive as all that is, I’m content with commanding my little demon in the bedroom and also being home for dinner.

Enzo unfolds his thick body from the seat, turns to face Ronan, and takes two steps to him in the back row of the plane before he’s stopped by a tentative voice.

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