Page 41 of Scarred Queen

Casey wanted to beg him to let her go with them. What had she done to deserve his fury? He could have stepped in at any time and taken over if he thought she was doing it wrong. Was he going to punish her for fucking up her very first negotiation? Remembering her time in the dungeon back home she shivered. He pulled her behind him as he marched up the stairs and onto theplane.

Reyes dropped her arm and turned to her, his eyes glowing with an intense dark fire that seemed to reach out and lick every part of her. She backed up a couple of quick steps and held her hand out tohim.

“Please, Reyes,” she begged, breathlessly. “I don’t know what I’vedone…”

He reached out, snatched her wrist with a groan and dragged her into his body. She shrieked in surprise and grabbed for his biceps, clinging to him with wide, worried eyes. He claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. It was hard and somewhat brutal, as though he couldn’t get enough of her fast enough. He held her tightly against his body, his embrace one of passion, not punishment as she had been expecting. When he finally let her breathe, she gaped athim.

Finally, he spoke, laying her fears that he was angry to rest. “Where the fuck did you learn to negotiate like that, woman?” he demanded, punctuating his words with hard, stinging kisses. “Was so fuckingcaliente, I couldn’t wait to get you back here so I could fuck you properly. It was everything I could do not to strip you in the car and take you in the backseat.”

“Oh!” Casey gasped. Sothatwas what had been wrong with him. If she weren’t so damn happy he wasn’t angry with her she would berate him for being such an intense jerk and scaringher.

“Would’ve had to take out my own guys for witnessing you having an orgasm,” he grunted and then backed them up until he was sitting on one of the benches. He pulled her down on top of him until she was straddling him with her skirt pushed up herthighs.

He tore at her clothes, uncaring that the seams of the delicate fabric were giving way beneath his hard, demanding fingers. Within seconds her demure blouse lay in shreds on the floor. She clung to his shoulders attempting to return his kisses, her own passion rising equally with his. She flung her head back, giving him access to herthroat.

“I know lot’s about negotiating,” she panted. “I paid attention when I was a kid. I was the oldest child in my family and my daddy let me listen in on his meetings sometimes. He didn’t care that I was a girl… I guess he knew I’d be a mafia wife one day and wanted me to be as prepared as I could be. As for Ignacio… well he and his guys thought I was just some stupid, pretty girl so they weren’t shy about talking in front of me. Oh, fuck!” she moaned when he bit down on the flesh of her shoulder, marking her. Her pussy flooded with heat for him, impatient for the man that had taken over her life and brought her more pleasure than she could ever imagine. “I guess they never imagined what this cracked brain was capable of retaining,” she mumbled, clinging to his shoulder with one hand and his hair with theother.

Reyes growled angrily, gripped her by the back of the head and swung her forward until she was face to face, nose to nose with him. Recognizing the thunder in his eyes she tried to shrink back, but he forced her to continue straddling him. “You will never disparage yourself again, Casey.Understand?”

She nodded, her eyes filling withtears.

“Say it!” hesnapped.

“Never again,” she whispered leaning her forehead against his. God, she was falling hard for thisman.

“Mi Reinais not fucking cracked,” he growled, “Mi reina esperfecta.”

A tear slid down her cheek and she cupped his face in her hands and said with all the conviction in her heart, “Mi rey esperfecto.”

He slid his hand down her front, between her bare breasts and over her bunched skirt into her panties. She squirmed when he slid his fingers along her aching clit and then down further into her dripping pussy. Her legs tried to automatically close in reaction to the rough touch of his thick fingers against her soft pussy, but he forced her wider by spreading his knees and tipping her backwards on hisarm.

Her cries filled the airplane as he pressed two thick fingers inside her and hooked them against the front wall of her vagina, massaging her. It was too much! Too many sensations flooding her at once. She squirmed on top of him, trying to get closer to the intense feeling building inside her while also trying to twist and crawl away from him. He held her tight, his arm wrapped securely around her waist, anchoring her againsthim.

Casey would have marvelled at the incredible strength it must have taken for him to hold her up except she was too preoccupied with what was happening to her body. She brought her legs up on either side of him, her knees quaking as building pleasure streaked through her. He flicked his thumb over her clit and sent her spinning over the pinnacle of some kind of superorgasm.

She shrieked and reached out blindly to clutch him, gripping his neck and dragging herself foreword, rocking her pussy up against him and grinding into whatever friction she could find to prolong the blissful aftershocks. She vaguely heard him groan and felt him pull his fingers from her sopping wet passage. She moaned in protest, tilting her hips against his stomach and trying to ride him. She so wasn’t done comingyet.

He reached in between them, tore at his belt and unzipped his pants. He hastily shifted them until he was able to pull his hard, thick cock up between them. Casey panted, lifted herself slightly and allowed him to guide her down. She moaned, her head falling back as he began to fill her inch by slow inch. She wiggled a little when it became too much, the sensations overwhelminglyfull.

“You can do it,nena,” he groaned, nipping and licking at her exposed throat and breasts. “You can takeme.”

He took her hips in his broad hands and pulled her all the way down until he was impaled deep inside. She moaned and squirmed, tilting her hips forward and back as much as he would allow, rubbing her clit against him until she was seconds away from coming again. He took her nipple between his teeth and teased, increasing the pressure until she was ready toexplode.

“Come for me again,” he grunted against her, his voice a gutturalgroan.

Casey dropped her hand from his neck, running it down the chiselled muscles of his chest to his stomach and then curling her fingers toward her own clit. He leaned back and dropped his head so he could watch as she worked her fingers in between them, using the pads of her fingertips to draw herself closer and closer while her knuckles brushed softly against him, driving himcrazy.

“Harder, Casey,” he demanded. “Touch harder. Comenow.”

As though her fingers were somehow connected to him, she did exactly as he commanded, pressing harder against her own slippery flesh while he fucked up into her, filling her channel with his hot, hard flesh until she was once more flying into the embrace of another magicalorgasm.

“Yes!” she screamed happily, flinging her arms back so suddenly he had to grip her tighter so she wouldn’t fall off his lap. She rocked on top of him, riding him harder, drawing out her orgasm as her pussy spasmed aroundhim.

“Fuck!” he snarled, gripping her waist tight and slamming her down on his cock repeatedly until she felt him grow inside her. She squirmed at the sudden discomfort and gripped his shoulders, hanging on as he forced her to ride him savagely until he was spurting his semen up intoher.

He slammed her down once more on his cock and stopped moving, holding her tight on his lap. Casey collapsed against him, resting her head against his shoulder. She breathed heavily, eyes closed, totally blissedout.

After a few minutes, she managed to pull herself together enough to push back from his shoulder and look at him properly. She pressed her forehead against his and sifted her fingers through his thick hair. “Let’s go to Mexico,” shewhispered.

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