Page 10 of Passion

I leaned in to kiss her, but she stood and walked to her suitcase. She dropped to her knees and opened it, pulling out a condom and then returning to me. I expected her to sit on the couch as she was, but she straddled me, settling down with a knee on either side of my hip. “So show me, then, that I’m wrong. That all men are not pigs.”

Vera kissed me hard, tongues and teeth clashing with passion as she reached for my belt. I slid my hands up her thighs beneath the dress, feeling her smooth legs. Her panties were lace. My fingers detected that the moment I touched them. And it wasn’t just the waistband, it was the whole damn garment. It made my cock scream to be in her, pressure building in my groin.

“God, you are so beautiful.” I squeezed her hips, sliding my thumbs beneath her panties, and she rose, allowing me to slide them down. As she stepped out of them, I noticed they matched her dress perfectly. I also noticed that she’d showered and groomed herself, and her shaven pussy looked like the most delicious treat I’d seen all week.

I couldn’t help myself. I lifted the skirt up and dived in, plunging my tongue through the moisture across her clit. She groaned and gripped my shoulders, then lifted her left leg and rested her foot—now bare—on the couch next to me. With more room to enjoy her, I devoured her more passionately. She was moist, but when I started sucking her and pushed two fingers into her, her pussy made so much wetness that it started smearing all over her inner thighs.

“Fuck…” She grunted, her fingernails digging into my shoulder caps. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers. “More,” she groaned. “I’ll come… give me more.” I put another finger in her, three thick, and fucked that delicious pussy as my tongue worked her clit. Her moans grew louder, loud enough I knew the pilots could hear, but they wouldn’t for a single second interrupt us.

“God, just give me more…” she panted. “The whole thing. Do it.”

I couldn’t believe she was begging me to fist her. I thought I’d blow right there in my pants. She was as wild as she was hot. I tucked my thumb and pinky into her gently, then pushed with a steady, strong pressure. She screamed, clutching one shoulder and a fistful of my hair as it sank into her. I sucked harder at her clit as the convulsions started. Her pussy clamped down on my fist so that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t pull it out.

“Fuck… oh, fuck,” she whimpered, and I could have sworn she was crying. I pumped my fist into her until she calmed down, then pulled it out and licked her cum from my palm.

Vera sat on the couch, giddy and weak. She had a stupid grin on her face and tear lines streaked across her cheeks. I stood, finishing what she’d started with my belt. My hand was a bit messy, so I snatched up her panties and used them to wipe my hand clean, then knelt between her legs, freeing my cock from my boxers and trousers.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, looking around frantically. I knew she was looking for the condom. She’d dropped it into my lap when she started to feel good. I picked it up from the sofa cushion and waved it in the air, and she sighed and lay down. In a matter of seconds, I had the package torn open and the rubber rolled onto my dick. It was too small, not fitting all the way down as it should, but it would work.

“Think my cock can compete with that?” I winked at her as I positioned myself, ready to penetrate her.

“Just fuck me.” She snickered, lifting her skirt up to expose her gorgeous lady parts.

I thrust in, feeling the slickness of her moisture guiding me into her depths. She didn’t respond as vocally as she had the other night, but then she hadn’t had my fist in her right before I fucked her, either. The more I pushed, the more she got into it. She worked my shirt out of my pants and had her hands up my back, clawing at me. Then her legs wrapped around my waist and she squeezed. I felt her clench around my cock, and I knew she wanted to come again.

“Fuck, I wish I could feel your skin.” I lay across her, capturing her lips. She kissed me hard, licking her own moisture off my stubble. I wanted to feel every inch of her, her tits, her stomach, the rough patch inside her pussy that rubbed me so perfectly last time.

“Next time,” she promised, grabbing my ass and pulling. “Now go deeper, I want to come again.”

Just hearing her say “next time” made my body go wild. I fucked her so hard the sofa banged into the side of the plane. I was certain the pilots thought we were entering turbulence. I felt her squeeze her hand between our bodies and touch her clit, and within moments she was screaming again, only this time, I couldn’t restrain myself. I blew so hard I thought the condom would fall off from the pressure.

However, when I pulled out, it was there, intact and full. Vera sat up, looking dazed. She picked up her panties from the floor of the plane and dangled them off one finger. “How am I supposed to wear these?” Her grin said it all. I took them from her and reached under her skirt, finding her still-soaked pussy. I dried her with them, then pushed until they were inside her.

“There, now you don’t have to wear them.”

She chuckled, and I kissed her forehead. I was sure to get a few jibes from the pilots, but it was worth it. She was worth it. I wanted nothing more than to fly this jet somewhere secluded and keep her forever, but I knew the only way to make sure she was mine was to let her go and see if she came back on her own.

9

VERA

The black sedan Lucas ordered for me stopped a block and a half away from my apartment. There was debris in the street and the authorities had it blocked off. It was awkward, not like an Uber where you added the tip to the app before you confirmed the trip, or a taxi where you pay in cash at the end of the route. I had an awkward conversation with a man named Xavier who spoke almost no English before realizing that this was one of Lucas’s employees and he didn’t take tips.

He helped me out of the car with my suitcase, and I stumbled away, watching him drive off. For the first time since I moved to Miami, I felt very alone. Daven had deserted me, I had no job, and I couldn’t even reach Midge on my phone. I was overwhelmed and frightened as I walked around the police barricades toward the building. I stood on the street below, looking upward and seeing it wasn’t good.

Branches had been piled at every street corner, palm leaves scattered everywhere. There were even piles of wood with nails in them on some streets, and a lot of garbage bags full of who knew what. Still, I pressed on, past the store fronts with broken windows and closer to home. When I got to another set of barricades, this time, there was a police presence. I attempted to maneuver around the barricade, but an officer stopped me.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to stay back.” He held a hand out to me, and I looked up at the building where I lived.

“That’s my home. I have to get in there and find out if my stuff is destroyed. My roommate, I haven’t been able to reach her.”

The man reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a card, handing it to me. “You can look up this website to see if your roommate checked in. We can’t allow anyone in this block until county inspectors come in. The buildings may be unstable.”

I stared up at the building, seeing that most of the windows were broken out of it. “Is it destroyed? Was anything salvageable?” I felt defeated. There was too much going wrong in my life to lose my home too. Where the fuck would I go?

“Ma’am, I didn’t personally go in the building. We had the fire chief escort building security or management to ensure every unit was cleared out. I can say that every southward facing window was broken, so if you had a south-facing apartment, everything inside is probably wet. You’ll have to call your super to get more information. We’ll let them know when it’s clear to move back in. Until then, you can call the number on that card and find a shelter to stay in.”

I scowled. I knew I was probably better off than most people. I’d gotten a free ride back to the mainland, and I had a suitcase with at least a few changes of clothing. “Thank you,” I mumbled, staring at that damned building. I noticed a woman stagger by, clothes soiled and torn. It could be worse for me. I could be homeless and have no clothes to wear. I slid the card in my pocket and turned to go, but paused.

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