by Scott, Ada
When I felt the bulge of that incredible cock under my hand, I closed my eyes and licked my lips. Memories of the last time I’d seen it flashed through my mind, driving me wild with lust.
Before he got so hard that I’d have to take his pants completely off, I unzipped him and reached inside. As I wriggled my fingers through the gap at the front of his boxers I could feel his body heat all around my hand, even more so when I gripped that rapidly thickening shaft and pulled it out into view.
My breath caught at the sight of it. Of course, by now, I’d seen it several times a day almost every day, but it was still a work of art that was more than OK. The gold band around my ring finger was a new element as well, adding that emotional power of our marriage, our commitment and love, into the mix.
“I think I wanna fuck that pretty little face of yours, Mrs. Barlow,” said Jace.
My stomach fluttered in response. For a second I thought I might have just felt the first movement of our baby in my belly, but it was far too early for that. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to being called Mrs. Barlow.
“Yes, sir,” I purred.
Jace’s manhood twitched at that, and I smiled as I lowered my mouth towards it. The instant the tip of my tongue touched the head of his cock, a spark of pleasure between my legs made me gasp.
I moaned right on him and shivered deliciously as I took the end of his hardening rod past my lips. Jace let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh of satisfaction, reaching down to take both of my wrists, holding them behind my back with one hand so I had to do everything with my mouth.
The thick tip of his cock swelled as I ran my tongue all around it, never taking my eyes off his face and taking my cues from his reactions. Less than a year ago I had never even seen a man naked in real life, it still felt crazy that now I could give so much pleasure to a man like this.
With every beat of his heart, his cock became more engorged. I rose with it, bobbing my head up and down now that it was almost at full mast and swirling my tongue on the sensitive underside.
Jace started rocking his hips up to meet the downward movements of my head, beginning to fuck my face just like he said he would. He always made good on his promises.
It wasn’t long before the inevitable happened and the end of his hard length hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water and blood rush to my face. I pulled my head back, but Jace reached out and grabbed a firm fistful of hair at the back of my head to force me back down, pressing his stiff length against the back of my throat all the harder.
With my hands still trapped behind my back I had nothing to push with, despite what my instincts were screaming at me to do, and I was completely at his mercy. He loved to use me like his little fucktoy, and I loved to be used like his little fucktoy, but that didn’t make fighting my gag reflex any easier.
Worse still, with my hands in his vice-like grip behind my back, I couldn’t do anything about my pussy, which was in desperate need for some tender loving attention. I clamped my thighs together and wiggled my ass, stimulating myself enough that I moaned and the next thing I knew, the pressure on the back of my throat relented a little as a few inches of thick erection slid in, cutting off my air supply.
All day I’d managed to stifle my tears of joy because the last thing I wanted was to undo the magical work that Becky had done on my make-up and have to look back at my wedding album and cringe at the mess I’d made of myself. Now though, we were behind closed doors and I was Jace’s to use and ruin as he saw fit.
“Oh fuck yeah, you sexy little bitch,” Jace groaned.
I stuck my tongue out, straining to reach his balls. Another fraction of an inch worth of dick slid into my throat, but I wasn’t there yet. One day I might be able to take him all, but I still had a lot of practice to get there.
Though my vision was blurry, I could see that Jace didn’t look even the slightest bit disappointed, simply savoring the feel of my throat hugging his thickness. Just when I thought I might run out of oxygen, my husband let me pull back to gasp for air.
“You like choking on that cock, Kendall?” he asked.
“Yes,” I panted.
Before I could catch my breath completely, my hard-fucking husband forced my head down again pushing his shaft back down my throat with a wet squelching sound. He let go of my wrists so he could curl that hand around the back of my neck, completely controlling my position so he could fuck my face in earnest.
It wasn’t long before rivulets of saliva were streaming down his cock as the gurgling impacts against the back of my throat almost drowned out the drone of the jet engines in my ears. My hands were on his thighs, instinctively pushing away no matter how much I wanted to take him deeper. I could feel those rock-hard muscles flexing and I was no match for his sheer power, and I didn’t want to be.
His cock was every bit as hard as his muscles and his masculine essence filled my world as it ran back and forth over my tongue. I continued to squeeze my thighs together and wiggle my ass, and I could feel my panties were a sopping mess under the pristine white wedding gown.
My face must have been quite a sight by now too. I could feel those streaks of tears that had no doubt taken some make-up along for the ride, and by the way Jace was looking at me, he was enjoying the transformation of what looked like a virginal bride into wanton slut.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed it mid-shaft with the hand that had been curled around the back of my neck, slapping it against my face. I could feel the cool air on my cheek, my nose, my forehead as he smeared saliva and pre-cum all over.
Another spark of pleasure, bigger than the first, made me gasp in the middle of my dick-slapping. I was a slave to this cock, and Jace knew it. He was dominating me with it already, and he’d only just begun.
“You look so fucking sexy sucking my cock, Kendall. You want me to fuck you now?”
Slap! Slap!
“Yes!”
“Beg for it, tell me what you need.”
“Please! Fuck me like the plane’s going down!”
Jace pulled me upwards by my hair hard enough that I gasped and almost came for him right there on my knees. He grabbed me by the throat and squeezed, hard enough to remind me how strong he was, how powerful, and how my life was literally in his hands
“You looked like a princess today, Kendall. Let’s see what a princess sounds like when she’s getting fucked to within an inch of her life.”
Jace kissed me rough and deep, stealing what little breath I had left, and stood, pulling me up too. He marched me in front of him, his hand still firmly gripping my hair, across to behind the couch of this luxuriously appointed private jet.
The back of the sofa was right at hip-height for me, and Jace bent me over it until my forehead was touching the cushion on the other side, presenting my ass for him to do whatever he wanted with me. I could hardly wait.
“Don’t move. If you do, I’ll make you pay,” he said in a harsh whisper.
I almost moved just so he would make me pay, but somehow managed to keep myself still as I stayed there in this most vulnerable of positions. I had no idea what he was doing, but my panties couldn’t take much more of this anticipation. It wouldn’t be long before I felt a trickle of my own natural lubricants dribbling down the inside of my thigh. My God, he made me hot for him.
It was only a few seconds later that I felt his presence behind me again with something that bordered on a sixth sense. His cock was so close to my pussy, and I could feel that heat and attraction like a magnetic pull. It was like we were practically fated to fuck.
The next thing I knew, Jace’s hands were on my thighs, pulling up my wedding dress to expose my legs before he flipped the bunched-up material over my back. I moaned when he cupped my hot sex through my panties, seeing for himself just how wet he’d already made me.
“Damn, you are my little slut, aren’t you?”
“All yours, baby!” I said.
Jace gave me a tiny rub and
my panties slid freely against my sex. I was desperate to feel him inside me, to end my single day of never-ending celibacy and fuck me so hard that afterwards he might have to carry me all the way to the threshold of wherever we were going from the airplane.
His fingers curled around the waistband of my bridal panties and tugged them down. When I felt his hot breath on my ass cheeks I knew he’d knelt down behind me to get a perfect view of the pussy he’d claimed as his own in every way possible one more time before he claimed it again.
Jace ‘mmmm’d his appreciation. “Your pussy is fucking perfect. You were born to be fucked.”
Even if I had wanted to argue, I wouldn’t have had time before he buried his face between my legs. I squealed with pleasure as he started lapping up the pussy juices that had already begun to escape now that my panties were out of the way.
His rough stubble touched my sensitive skin all around his furiously lapping tongue and it was difficult to tell which tingles were from that and which were my own body’s reaction to his expert licking. I grasped at the cushions and shuffled my feet outwards to give him easier access to work his magic on me.
It was lucky I was bent over a couch, otherwise my legs might have buckled under me more than once as Jace licked, sucked and kissed his way in and around my eager pussy. The heavily-muscled billionaire was a master at teasing me with his tongue and I was so far gone in the throes of lust that I wouldn’t have been surprised if the pilot was frantically searching for a way to turn up the volume on the engines.
For my part, I could barely hear them anymore as my breaths began to hitch and a humming grew in my ears. The universe was collapsing down to focus on my clit and I was moments away from a big bang when Jace pulled back. I almost screamed in frustration.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, fuck me!” I begged.
I heard the quiet chuckle of an evil mastermind as Jace slowly rose to his feet, running one finger up the inside of my left leg, catching an errant trickle of my arousal that had escaped his furiously lapping tongue. Leaning forward so that his fat cock nestled between my ass cheeks, he slipped that finger inside my mouth so I could have one more piece of evidence about how ready to be fucked I was.
“Good girl,” he repeated.
I smiled at the praise, my teeth gently digging into his finger as I finished licking it clean. He started to pull it out and I held on for a fraction of a second before letting him go. I couldn’t see his face in this position, but I could imagine the one-sided smirk.
With his cock still pressing against me, I felt his hand rub my ass cheek in a slow circle for a few seconds before he pulled away and…
Smack!
I yelped and then clamped my mouth shut against the surge of bliss that shocked me from between my legs. It wasn’t fair, he was teasing me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like forever, but if I was going to climax, I wanted him inside me when it happened.
“Look at you. Get a wedding ring and think you can start biting the finger that feeds you, huh? I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, little girl.”
Smack!
I moaned like a little slut, his little slut, and somewhere in the multi-colored haze of barely restrained orgasm an image flashed through my mind of me on a beach somewhere with two big handprints peeking out of my bikini bottoms from my in-flight entertainment. He took that weighty cock in his hand again and pushed it between my legs, stroking my labia and catching up new dribbles of my natural lubricants until he was as slippery as I was.
When he started pushing at my entrance with intent, I braced myself. No matter how many times he fucked me, getting penetrated by a cock like that was always a life-changing experience.
Tighter and tighter my pussy was stretched around the head of his cock, and I was caught in that delicious torture between needing to pull away and needing to push back at him. Thankfully, pinned against the couch with his hand on my lower back, that wasn’t a decision that was in my power. Jace was in control of my pleasure and pain.
I shook my head from side to side, a sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead as I was once again pushed beyond my assumed limits. An admission of defeat was hovering behind my lips when he finally slipped inside me and that seemingly endless thickness started filling me up.
When he was halfway in, he pulled back until the bumpy ridge of his cock teased my opening again before slamming himself home inside me so hard that I thought he might have broken the couch free, bolted to the floor though it was. I squealed in fiery pain under an ocean of ecstasy, a sound that Jace quickly turned into a kind of warbling cry as he showed me how much energy he’d saved up during our day apart.
Smack! Smack!
I cried out in a blur of sensation as my vision likewise distorted every time he thrust into me with body-shaking force. It was almost impossible to hold any kind of rational thought when you were the focus of such physical power and lust, but some awe-struck voice in my head said “wow, my husband fucks hard!”
My hands roamed freely over my own body, squeezing my breasts through my wedding dress. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt, and everywhere I touched seemed to leave tingling electric trails on my hyper-sensitive skin.
I reached back and felt Jace’s hand on my ass, and the wedding ring I myself had put on his finger. While I held on to him, our rings made little clinking sounds as he pounded into me.
With his other hand, Jace grabbed my hair in a messy ponytail and pulled my head up. For a second I looked up at the ceiling of the plane before my husband found some miraculous higher gear in which to fuck me and my eyes rolled back in my head.
My orgasm exploded throughout my body, pulsing on my clit and sending blood rushing to my head. Jace grunted in satisfaction as my pussy convulsed and gripped him with every wave of my climax, dominating my world as only he could.
The steady rhythm of our bodies slapping together became more sporadic and a moment later, I felt a huge and hot splash of cum deep inside my pussy. I closed my eyes completely as I floated on the trailing edge of my orgasm, reveling in listening to my sexy-as-fuck husband taking every last ounce of pleasure he could from my body, a wife’s precious gift.
Eventually he let go of my hair, I flopped over the couch again and we became still. I tried to push myself up on my hands, but found I didn’t have the strength to do it straight away, so we both just basked in the afterglow and caught our breath.
I could feel him, still buried to the hilt inside me, his cock twitching with the echoes of his own climax as the last few drops of his creamy semen were welcomed into the core of my sex. That was quite a way to join the mile high club.
On my second attempt, I was able to rise up and support my weight on my hands. Jace recaptured his grip on my hair and pulled me the rest of the way, pushing me down to my knees in front of him.
“Clean me,” he said.
His cock was still hard, and I eagerly moved my mouth to his balls, giving them a thorough tongue-bath before moving upwards and cleaning his cock of our combined juices. It was an intoxicating potion, all mixed up the way our two lives were now as well. It was the essence of us.
By the time I was done, I could have eaten my dinner off it. Hell, if there was any chocolate body paint on board, I might eat my dessert off it later. I looked up at him and batted my eyelids.
“So, where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see when we land.”
*****
I sat on the very sofa that I’d been fucked over, picking at the remnants of a meal that put all other airline food to shame. Somewhere on board there was probably a world-class kitchen with a private chef, but I hadn’t explored that far yet.
Jace sat in a chair on the other side of the coffee table doing the same, and I checked my emails on a laptop sitting next to me. I had screens and screens of social media notifications about people congratulating me on the wedding, but I hadn’t heard of most of them.
One caught my eye, fr
om Dan Strickland in the research department at The Weekly Enquirer. I didn’t work there anymore, but Dan and I had bonded somewhat over how Lucille had tried to throw him under the bus about the facts in her Port Magnus crime article.
These days, with a multi-billionaire partner, I didn’t really need a job to make ends meet, so I just took freelancing jobs whenever I felt like it. After the explosion of attention from my original article about Jace, and subsequently revealing a relationship with him, all the journalistic doors I could possibly want were wide open for me.
The contacts I made were pretty useful for Jace to spread misinformation when he needed it too. It felt good to help his… our… cause.
Of all the research departments I had access to now though, Dan amongst the best. I hadn’t told Jace, but I’d asked Dan to look something up for me a few weeks ago, maybe now he’d found what I was looking for.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Picolli Hit 1992
Hi Kendall,
Sorry I didn’t manage to get this to you before your wedding preparations were in full swing, now maybe you won’t read it until you’re back. Anyway, I found what you were looking for. A couple articles from a couple different papers actually. A hit attributed to the Picolli crime family involving gunning down a husband and wife in their car, with a child survivor.
Kendall… is this who I think it is?
Scanned articles attached. Get back to me when you can. I’m keeping busy here, Lucille and Mr. Kinsley seem to disappear at the same time an awful lot these days… I don’t think she’ll be getting the can anytime soon.
Regards,
Dan
I double-clicked the first attachment and glanced up at Jace, who was reading something on his own tablet. He looked so calm now, it was hard to believe that he had killed so many people over the years.