“You’re not going to buckle up?” The jerking movements of the small plane gearing for takeoff suddenly had me nervous.
His arm flailed behind him and he grabbed a seat belt and brought it across his back pinning us in tighter as he clicked it closed. He pulled his cock out of his pants, inched my dress up more, slid my thong aside and ground his erection back and forth across my pussy until he slipped inside and I was filled by the prince of Ireland. At that point, I was entirely lost. As the plane ascended he dove deep into me, the pressure was really odd and intense, but also so intimate. I kissed his neck and Adam’s apple, which brought his face to mine as our tongues danced on each other until the pressure lifted and the plane leveled which gave Liam the leverage to start moving slowly in and out massaging my insides as heat bloomed in my core.
Chapter 12
Liam
Avery’s body fits mine perfectly. I grazed in and out of her with both of us tucked into the sofa. It was odd to be belted in, I never thought much about the seatbelts, but I had had them modified to be worn while lying on the couch. Being adhered to her as I was added a level of excitement as I undulated my cock into the depths of her body.
“Liam!” she called out in ecstasy as her pussy clenched my cock sucking me in more.
I don’t think she even knew what a talented twat she had. I marveled at her control over her vagina muscles. It was thrilling to feel the tightness grip me. Her fingers raked across my back in her thrall no doubt raising welts that I’d feel later to remind me of how fucking hot she was.
I was in panic mode, living in denial and breathing adrenalin. I didn’t stop to consider what I was doing marrying a stranger, I didn’t care. To me, I was saving myself from Lucy and preparing to take my rightful place on the throne. Since running a symbolic monarchy wasn’t that hard, I looked forward to assuming the role that had always been held by my conservative father. At first, I wanted nothing to do with being king, but over the last year, I started to see opportunities for change. I suddenly wanted to be king more than anything.
It was with this surge of urgency I fucked Avery hard, grunting my release straight into her womb not even thinking for one moment of the consequences. I pumped into her and when I was done, I collapsed upon her, a sweaty mess.
Her eyes flashed open and she stared at me whispering gently. “Did you just cum inside me?” Her voice was shaky but sweet.
I laughed. “Guess I did. Sorry, hon. I’ll be more careful next time. At least until the wedding. Don’t want anyone whipping out their calculators while we’re at the christening.” I laughed it all off when the pilot came on the intercom again.
“Your Majesty, you are free to move about the cabin, we’ve reached cruising altitude.” I’d flown with the same pilot for years; he was one of my father’s college buddies.
I liked him because he was professional and more importantly discrete. His little warnings made sure he adhered to safety laws, but I’m sure he didn’t expect me to follow them. I unbuckled the seatbelt slung across me and then released Avery from her confines, she was equally as frazzled as I was.
“Fancy a shower?” I looked at her almost ready to have another go at it, she looked so alluring all sex ravaged and flushed. Words still hadn’t found their way to her mouth yet. “We can wash up and have something to eat. The flight usually takes about seven or eight hours depending on the headwinds. I’ve got a few first-run movies we can order, or we can just fuck for the whole flight and hit the showers before we land.” I was sort of hoping she chose the latter.
“I’m hungry and sticky…” she glared at me as she fanned out her skirt.
“Right, shower it is.” I lifted her up from the couch and carried her bridal style to the minuscule bathroom on board.
I flipped on the water and pulled her shirt off, grabbing a taste of her tits as I shimmied her skirt and panties off next. Even though I’d just had her, I wasn’t at all done with her.
“Hey there, cowboy. What do you think you’re doing?” She hesitated as if she was going to stop me, but I knew she liked it. I figured if I kept her sexed-up and delirious she’d be easier to sway once we landed. I knew a fireball like Avery wasn’t really going to like Irish royalty that much, her world was about to be about pantyhose, porcelain teacups, plenty of bowing, nodding, and sitting with her legs perfectly closed.