Page 75 of Outlaw

I turned to look back out the window and picked up my glass again.

“You sure about that? Because the way you were crying out my name and coming all over my cock and hand, it seemed like you would do anything to have it.”

That had been before I knew the outcome.

“You don’t have the only dick in the world, Linc,” I hissed. “I can find another one to make me come.” I didn’t look back at him as I said it. The more I looked at him, the more riled up I got.

I could hear him as he set his glass down and stood up. When his shadow came over me, I looked up to see Linc standing there. Too close. He leaned down, caging me in with his hands on either side of my chair. I leaned back as far as I could to get away from him. He had a seat, and he needed to go sit in it.

“Personal space, Linc,” I snapped at him.

“No other dick is taking this cunt,” he growled and grabbed my leg to uncross it, shoving his hand beneath my skirt.

I tried to push him away, but he was hard to budge.

“Stop it,” I hissed.

“No one else can take care of this pussy like I can, and you know it. Has anyone ever fucked you and gotten you off that many times in a night?” he asked. Then, he leaned down, his beard brushing my skin, as his mouth was close to my ear. “Has anyone else called you their slut? Spread your legs and gotten you off while finger-fucking you as his cum leaked out?” He slid a finger inside my panties. “You like being called names. It made you so fucking wet.”

I whimpered, hating myself for it. I was torn between wanting him to stop and wanting to open my legs wider. I tried to mentally fight this. My body’s craving for this man.

“Don’t you have a flight attendant you can have suck you off?” I asked him, but my voice sounded breathless rather than snide.

A deep chuckle tickled my ear. “Careful. You sound jealous.”

I was, and I wasn’t. Because just like the flight attendant he’d used, he’d also used me.

His finger rubbed my clit, and the wetness pooling down there was unfortunate. I had no control over it. If I had, I’d have made sure to stay bone dry.

“That’s it.” His voice was husky as he ran his finger down to my aching core. “You might not like that you want me, but you do. Your body wants me. It wants to be my pretty little slut. Spreading your thighs for only me.”

Oh God, please don’t let me have an orgasm.

I fought against lifting my hips. I would not enjoy this.

“I wasn’t lying. This pussy is the sweetest, tightest one I’ve ever had.” He pressed a kiss on my neck, and I shivered. “I’m not gonna share it. And you’re gonna give it to me when I want it.”

I shook my head. “No, I won’t,” I said, wishing I’d sounded firmer.

His tongue flicked against the pulse in my neck. “Ringlets, your pussy is dripping wet.” He thrust his finger in and out of me to prove his point.

The door to the front of the plane opened, and I watched over his shoulder as the flight attendant stepped out. I tried to push him away and press my thighs together, but a sadistic laugh rumbled in his chest as he replaced his one finger with two.

“Stop,” I told him. “The attendant is in here.”

The trail of his hot breath and lips moved up my neck. “She can’t see your pussy. My hand is covering it up.”

“She can tell what you are doing.”

“Mmhmm,” he murmured against my skin.

She looked unsure of what to do and glanced at his empty glass.

“Ah fuck, Ringlets. You keep that up, and there will be a puddle in this seat,” he said as another gush came from my traitorous body.

I gripped his arms, not sure if I was trying to stop him anymore.

“She can hear you,” I panted.

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