Page 77 of Outlaw

I let more in, then held my breath and went down fast. “OH!” I cried out as he instantly filled me.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, laying his head back on the seat. “Pull your shirt up so I can watch your tits bounce.”

I reached for the hem and pulled it up and over my chest. He tugged the cups of my bra down and freed them. His fingertips brushed over one, and he made a pleased rumble as he felt my nipple.

“Fuck me,” he said, lifting his hips enough to push even farther into me.

I’d only done this position once; it had been with him, and it had been on a bed. I placed my hands on his shoulders and lifted my hips up, then dropped back down. That was amazing. Imoaned with each movement.

“Fucking hell, Ringlets, you’re killing me.” He slapped my bottom hard. “Faster.”

I started to speed up, and his fingers dug into my butt cheeks.

“That’s it. Make those titties bounce for me. Ah God, fuck, Ringlets. FUCK.”

My breathing was coming in a hard, fast pant as I looked down at him. His eyes were glazed over in pleasure, watching my boobs. Having this control was heady. Knowing that I was making him look that way. I loved it. The tingling ache was so tight now that I felt ready to burst.

“Oh, Linc, oh,” I gasped as I grew closer.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “You gonna come on my cock like the perfect little slut?”

At the degrading word he kept calling me, my body ignited like a firework, and I threw my head back while slamming down hard onto him until my climax hit so deep that it was almost painful. I began to rock as pulse after pulse of bliss pumped through me.

Linc worked me up and down with his grip on my butt. Then, his hips lifted up, and his body shuddered beneath me. I felt the heat of his release as it unloaded deep inside me. The connection. The moment when he was mine. I held on to it. Soaked it in. Wishing I could keep it.

“Goddamn, that pussy is sucking me dry,” he grunted. His body twitched again, and a low, deep growl came from his lips.

We sat there as our heart rates slowed. The euphoria faded. This was the part I hated. The end. When reality came back and I was no longer important to him. Just the slut he’d called me.

“Lift up onto your knees and let me slide out, but stay here.” His voice was hoarse.

I did as he’d said and waited to see what I was supposed to do next. I had become his puppet.

He slid his hand over my tender folds, and I jerked.

“Easy. You know I like to feel my cum inside your pussy.”

Oh. We weren’t done. My eyes went to the door leading to the bedroom. We should stop. I couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t wake up.

“Here it comes.” His deep hum that followed made me shiver. He slid his two fingers over my folds, running his semen around. “I want this plump pink pussy to have my seed all over it. It needs to know who it belongs to.”

The door behind us opened, and I stilled, looking down at him, wide-eyed.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we are getting ready to land, and everyone needs to be in their seats and buckled.” The attendant’s voice was nervous as she stammered over her words.

“All right,” he drawled as he continued touching me.

“Linc,” I hissed.

“Hmm?” He didn’t look up.

“She can see you.”

“She can’t see your pussy, Ringlets. She just knows I’m playing with it.”

I covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. That I was letting him do this.

He finally stopped and held a finger up to my mouth. “Suck it.”

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