Free Between the Sheets (9781476775807) by Cairo

my hips without thought. Too far gone to care as the first warm spasm uncurls in me. My G-spot gushes, making the sticky puddle already beneath me even bigger. My ass is soaked.
    I grip the sides of my seat as another wave of heat washes over me. Buck against Marcel, moaning and gasping for air, as Marcel’s hand pumps into my weeping cunt, fast and hard, but sweet and steady. A guttural moan escapes my open lips. “Oh, God, oh, God…I’m com…oh, God, ohhhhhh, G-g-g-g-goddddd!”
    Disheveled and disoriented, I am thrashing uncontrollably. Pussy pulsing. Clit throbbing. Heart racing. Marcel has done this to me.
    Damn him!
    â€œExcuse me, Mr. Kennedy?” The flight attendant’s gaze bounces back and forth between Marcel and me. “Ma’am…sir? Is everything okay over there?” Her voice and tone, both filled with concern as she assesses the nature of my outburst.
    My head lolls over in her direction. I open my mouth to tell her everything is just splendid, but my words come out in a slur.
    Marcel keeps stroking into my wetness. My breathing comes in shallow gasps. “Seizure,” he says coolly. “My wife gets them every so often.”
    Panic washes over the attendant’s face. She takes in my sweaty face. “Oh, no. Is there anything I can do? What can I bring her? Does she need medical attention?”
    Marcel finally withdraws his fingers from my dripping pussy, then eases his hand from in between my thighs. “Nah, we’re good.” He smiles wickedly. “I’m all the medicine she needs.” He licks his fingers, then slides them into my mouth. His lascivious antics cause the attendant’s face to flush. “Ain’t that right, baby?”
    I nod, sucking in his fingers. The flight attendant blinks. Looks down at me, then over at Marcel, realization filling her eyes. Her face flushes. Her mouth drops open as he leans in and slides his tongue into my mouth.
    He eyes her as she scurries off, then pulls his lips away from mine, grinning. He reclines his seat back. Drapes his blanket over his lap. Then slides his sweats and his boxers down over his hips, whispering, “Wrap them pretty lips around this hard dick, then come sit on it.”

EIGHT
    Marcel
    â€œGood morning,” Marika says, opening the French doors and stepping out onto the terrace of our Hollywood Hills home. It’s a little after nine in the morning. She leans in and kisses me lightly on the lips.
    I frown. “Is that all I get?”
    Hand on hip; head tilted, she says, “What more would his High- ness like?”
    â€œYou.”
    She just looks and smiles at me. It doesn’t take much more than that for my dick to stir. I close the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times , setting it on the table beside my half-eaten bowl of fruit salad. “Uh, for starters,” I say, licking my lips. “Some tongue would be nice. So let’s try this again.”
    She shakes her head. Then smiles slow and sexy as she leans in so that she is only a breath away from my face. I stare into her long-lashed, brown eyes. My desires swim behind my pupils. I want her.
    I always want her.
    All of her.
    Her kissing. Her licking. Her sucking. Her fucking. Mouth and lips over this long dick. I want her lips glazed by my precum. Want her wet mouth full of this hard chocolate. Want her neck stretched. Want the back of her throat flooded with this thick, creamy nut. Want her swallowing and gulping and sucking. Want her licking around the inside of her mouth, gliding her tongue over her teeth, tasting, savoring every drop of me.
    Fuck what ya heard. My muhfuckin’ dick stays hard for Marika. I need her. Lust her. I’m always horny for her. She knows she’s the only woman I’m pussy whipped over.
    I love this fuckin’ woman. Love her hot, wet cunt. Love her wet mouth. Love her wanting tongue—the way it flicks and licks and laps and swirls