Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
The burner keeping the balloon in the air roared to life at that moment, drowning out my ecstasy.
“Fuck.” I heard Rowdy’s mumbled curse a second before I felt his fingers slip free. Spent, I leaned back against his chest and stared through lowered lids at the view before me. My bliss was momentary, interrupted only by the unmistakable sound of his belt loosening and then his zipper lowering.
I stiffened in his arms.
I know he didn’t think he was about to fuck me now.
“Owen?”
“Hush, baby.” He hiked my dress over my ass and pressed closer.
“No, really, wait.” My heart was racing even as I tried not to panic. “The pilot,” I reminded him.
Ignoring me, Rowdy wrapped his hand around my throat, keeping me in place with one hand and shoving my panties aside with the other. I tried again to reason with him when I felt the flared tip of his dick pressing against my swollen lips.
“He’ll see us!” I squawked.
Rowdy groaned as he pressed forward and entered me with one long stroke. The rest of my protests died on my lips as my lashes fluttered, and I fell under the spell of his magical penis.
Fuck, the view was beautiful.
Still not quite used to his size, I whimpered when he shifted, and then I closed my eyes, knowing what came next.
However, instead of the ruthless pounding, Rowdy wrapped his arms around me before resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Still enjoying the view, dear?” the asshole mocked in a “proper” voice loud enough for the pilot to overhear.
“I hate you,” I whispered as I stared at the setting sun.
Rowdy chuckled and pressed his lips to my ear. “No, you don’t.” His hips flexed with a small, imperceptible pump. “You love this dick, don’t you?” I kept my mouth stubbornly closed. “Say it before I make you scream it.” The next punch of his hips was more forceful, stealing my breath while keeping our activities hidden.
“I love your dick,” I admitted breathlessly.
“What was that? I can’t hear you.”
“I said I love your dick, asshole.”
Rowdy pressed his mouth against my temple, his perfect teeth bared and cutting against my skin, his voice rough from holding back. “You want me to stop fucking you?”
“No, Daddy.” I fought the urge not to say fuck it, bend over, and let Rowdy go to town on me. I wanted my pussy pounded, not this gentle covert bullshit.
“Throw that ass back then.”
“I can’t. He’ll see,” I whined.
Rowdy’s grip tightened around my throat as he angled my head back enough to look into my eyes. “Where am I right now, Atlas?”
“Behind me.”
“Which means?”
I swallowed, knowing what he wanted to hear. “You have my back.”
Rowdy kissed my temple. “Then do as I said. Give me that puss.”
I sucked in a breath, my walls pulsing wildly around him at the authority in his tone. It kick-started my hips as they began to move freely. I knew Rowdy would preserve my modesty as much as possible.
As good as this felt, that old man could watch for all I cared.
It wasn’t long before I truly threw caution to the wind, and I found myself bent, arms resting on the wicker rail as I stared out at the city approaching slowly from our descent.
“Oh, God, yes!” I cried under the cover of the burner and the wind. I’d abandoned all reason and wildly threw my ass and hips back, fucking myself on his monster dick the way Rowdy had known I needed to be taken.
The only thing that could have possibly made it better would have been losing our clothes, too, so I could feel his skin against mine. I already knew it wasn’t happening, though. Rowdy was not about to let another man see my naked body.
“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Yes, yes, yes!”
Rowdy and I grunted in harmony as he held onto me. I could feel him watching me and the struggle it took to hold himself still as I lost myself in the pleasure of using him so shamelessly.
It only made me that much more eager to please him.
My second orgasm came swiftly, and I didn’t fight it or try to prolong it this time. I straightened on weakened legs, letting his hard dick slip free of my pussy, and turned to face him.
“Daddy?”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because…” I stared into his green eyes as I slid my hands up his hard chest. “I’ve been a good girl, right?”
He wordlessly nodded.
“And good girls drink their protein?” The confused frown slowly disappeared from his face as I lowered to my knees.
“Ah, shit,” he moaned when I swallowed him whole.
There was no need to let my saliva build—not when my arousal still coated him, making the head nice and sloppy the way he liked it. I pulled back, my tongue lashing his frenulum, where my taste still lingered before taking him deep once again.