“How much you wanna bet I can shoot this into her mouth?”
Mila’s eyes go wide as I hold a cashew in my hand, pointing it in Catherine’s direction.
We’re on the WRATH jet on our way to Colorado and Catherine is sprawled out on a loveseat next to Mila, her mouth hanging wide open as she saws logs. First trimester and all I want to do is sleep. Catherine’s words replay in my head. Seems she wasn’t kidding.
“You wouldn’t.” Mila is narrowing her eyes at me as I sit back in the captain’s chair across from her. “She could choke!”
I feel the corner of my eyes crinkle at her reaction. “You’re right. I wouldn’t. But I needed to say something to break you out of whatever mood you’re in.”
“Mood? I’m in no mood.” Mila’s face contorts and I chuckle, the noise making Catherine snort-snore in her sleep.
“Maybe we should move her to the bed. Sleeping in that position can’t be comfortable.”
Mila raises a brow. “There’s a bed on this thing?”
“Yes, there’s a bed.” I make a face of disgust. “And thankfully it’s been sanitized. The last time Austin and Anaya used it… let’s just say we had to play extremely loud music—for two whole hours. And had the flight been longer, I’m sure the music would’ve been playing longer too.”
I’m whispering now as I bend down to scoop Catherine up, a necessary step if I want her in the bedroom and away from Mila. I’m lifting her up when I feel Mila’s eyes searing into mine, and a quick glance over shows me she’s staring a look I can’t quite decipher playing across her beautiful face.
Without another word, I whisk Catherine to the back of the jet, pressing open the panel that leads to the bedroom. Just then, she nuzzles her face into my neck. “Mmm, Jason.”
My stomach sinks as my eyes drift back to Mila, the undeniable look of jealousy evident on her face. Fuck. Can I blame her?
We’ve all but declared our feelings for each other, yet here I am, playing the role of her mother’s lover as I tuck her in.
I’m lowering her onto the bed when Catherine stirs, her eyes still closed as she reaches out for me. “Stay, baby. Come cuddle with me.”
Bile crawls its way up my throat. There isn’t anything in this world that could make me lie with her, and it’s then I know that I’ll have to find a way out of our relationship.
“You rest now. The baby needs it.” I place a hand on her abdomen and that appeases her.
I may want nothing to do with her romantically, but hell will freeze over before I ever give up on that baby.
Catherine mumbles something before she’s rolling away from me, her hands tucking under her pillow in support of her head.
Without delay, I make my exit, but the sight that greets me is crushing.
Mila is chatting it up with one of the pilots and I just about lose my shit on them both.
Clearing my throat, I move to stand between the looming man and the girl who’s stolen my heart.
“Jeff. Is there something I can help you with?” I’m narrowing my eyes and obstructing his view of Mila. My intention is crystal-fucking-clear. Hands-off.
Jeff’s eyes narrow as he looks at me and then back toward the closed door. No doubt he thought I’d do like my brother and take my woman back to give her a proper shagging. Problem is, he’s paired me with the wrong girl.
“No. Everything is all good. We’ll be landing shortly. Please let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.” He gives me a solemn nod, not daring to look behind me because the look in my eyes speaks of violence and knows I’m all bite with little bark.
I’m not one for second warnings.
“That’s rich.” Mila scoffs behind me as I watch the pilot retreat with his tail tucked between his legs.
Slowly turning back toward the girl who’s upturned my world, I can’t help but raise a brow at her bratty behavior. “Excuse me?”
“Your jealousy. It’s so damn obvious, and so inappropriate.” Her eyes drift back to the bedroom and the reference to her mother isn’t lost on me.
A switch is flipped and I bend over, my fingers wrapping firmly around her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“What’s inappropriate is you selling that pussy of yours.” I’m whispering into the shell of her ear and the shiver that spreads across her body is undeniable.
“It’s my body and I can do with it as I please.” Her hot breath on my cheek has my cock standing at attention, not caring that her mother is just a few feet away.
“You’re wrong. As of midnight, it’s now my body.” Mila sucks in a sharp breath as my grip around her neck tightens just a fraction. “That’s right, baby girl. I noticed you failed to reject my bid.”
With one of my legs I kick her thighs open, making her pant, her eyes falling to my knee as it slowly inches toward the juncture of her heat.
“So what? I was going to return it. Find a new bidder once I leave Colorado for good.” Her chest is rapidly rising and falling, but her words serve like a cattle prod to my soul, turning me into a ball of actions and emotions.
There’s no time for slowing down or logic. I need to claim this woman and make her mine before she vanishes as quickly as she arrived.
“Like fuck you will.” Without thinking, my knee grinds into her apex, the soft mewl that falls from her lips urging me to keep going. Like a bull seeing red, my free hand rips open the button of her jeans and I hiss, finding that she’s once again gone without panties.
“Jason!” she whisper-shouts. “What are you doing?!”
“Taking what’s mine, baby girl. Now be a good girl and be quiet. We wouldn’t want mommy to hear.” I slide a hand down the inside of her pants and let my middle finger glide up and down her drenched slit. Oh, she wants this. She’s dripping wet.
Mila bucks against my hand, her body jolting at the contact, but the rolling of her eyes and the moan she’s let out lets me know she’s enjoying my touch.
I find the engorged little nub and give it a swirl, making her next mewl loud enough to give us away, but I’m too far gone to care. Let them find us.
Her hands find perch on my shoulders as I continue working her little slit, her hips now rotating, the action making her pussy press harder into my hand.
“Tell me, Mila. Were you really going to give this precious cunt to someone else?”
At this, her eyes pop open, a defiant look in her eyes as she stares me down.
“Yes.”
Fire. It consumes me as I throw all caution to the wind and pump three fingers into her virgin hole, thrusting so far up I’m sure to break her barrier—all while growling, “Mine.”
Mila lets out a piercing whimper, burying her face into my forearm, the action doing little to hide what I’ve just done, and have yet to regret.
Without slipping out of her warmth, I continue to pump deeper before pulling almost all the way out and pumping back in. Each thrust of my fingers punctuating the following words. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
Wet squelching sounds are co-mingling with Mila’s whimpers that are now transitioning into louder moans as I press up against the spongy wall of her g-spot.
“Shhh, baby. Keep quiet and let Daddy take you.”
A strangled sound escapes Mila’s pouty mouth before her next words have the world fading around me. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m carrying her to the small bathroom just outside her mother’s quarters.
I need her like I need air. Fuck the consequences.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this Mila, because there’s no going back and I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.” I’m lowering her onto the small vanity as I reach back and click the door closed. “This is far from romantic and the ideal spot to take you for the first time, but I can’t fucking wait.”
Mila’s small hands find my face, turning me back toward her mesmerizing eyes. “Please. You’re all that I want.”
Well, fuck if her words don’t slay me where I stand. This girl was made for me and I’m more than willing to fight this uphill battle if she’s what’s waiting on the other side.
Closing my eyes, I touch my forehead to hers. “You’re all that I want too, baby girl. God, I need you so bad.”
“Then take me.”
My eyes open to find that she’s staring straight at me. No bullshit. Just her and her raw emotions.
Like a man starved, I do as she says and take—ripping the shirt from her body and marveling at the perky tits behind a white lace bra; the dark rose of her nipples calling to me, begging for a suck.
Finally taking what’s mine, I lower my face and wrap my hot mouth around her aroused peaks, teasing the hard nipple through the delicate fabric and enjoying the little buck Mila gives.
“Fuck!” Mila hisses, and my hand flies to her mouth in a flash.
“Baby, you’ve got to be quiet.” My eyes find hers and she nods, an understanding that what we’re doing—despite it being what we both want—carries a lot of repercussions.
Mila’s hands drop to my slacks, and I watch in awe as her fingers deftly undo my belt.
My breath hitches as her hand reaches in and her grip finds my fat girth. Fuuuuuuuck. My knees threaten to buckle. Her touch is better than the last and that’s saying something since her mouth is nowhere near my dick.
“That’s right, baby. Stroke that cock.”
Mila whimpers, her body moving closer to the edge of the vanity as she points my swollen head right at her entrance.
“Is this what my girl needs? Is this what she wants?” I bump the tip against her hole, stopping myself from fully penetrating.
She’s whining now, lifting to wrap one of her legs around my waist as her body inches closer, making the mushroom head sink in the slightest bit. “Yes. Please, Daddy, yes. Give it to me. Give me that big cock.”
Her words drive me to my breaking point, and with both hands on either side of her hips, I grip tight as I plunge my thick shaft into her wet heat, the slurping sound it makes echoing in the small cabin of the room as she buries her face into my chest, a muffled shout cut off only by my heavy breathing as I settle inside of her, begging whatever gods are out there for the strength not to bust in her already.
She’s so damn tight, it’s a wonder I was able to make my way through her narrow channel—the ability speaking volumes as to her desire for me.
Lord. I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.
“You’re mine. All fucking mine. My little girl. Mine to protect. Mine to take care of.” The realization that she’s finally in my arms, my cock buried deep inside of her as her tight walls choke all nine inches of my length—it’s almost too much. “Tell me, Mila. Tell me you want this—need this—as much as I do.”
Just then, Mila’s fingers dig into my lower back, her body pressing hard against mine as she grinds on me. “Yes. Oh god, yes. I need you. I need you more than life.”
Her face looks up at mine, and I see it—the truth in her glittering eyes. She’s as deep in this as I am. Two fools in love without a hope of happiness.
Well, fuck fate. I’m doing whatever it takes to feel this, whatever this is, for the rest of our lives.
And with our eyes locked on one another, I pull out slowly before sliding back in, doing my best to wordlessly convey this promise; that I’m hers, fully and completely.
She must understand, because the look on her face as I plunge back in is one of pained relief.
Mila’s head tilts back, her body arching as her legs wrap tighter around me. “Oh, god. Yes. Don’t stop, please.”
“Never, baby. Never.” And that’s the damned truth. Not even if her mother walked in on us at this very moment would I stop.
I can’t. I’m too far gone into everything that Mila is.
As I grip her hips and pump in and out of her swollen heat, I fall deeper and deeper into this sick obsession. She’s perfect. Giving, smart, driven, and fiercely independent.
And, Christ, hot as hell. My balls ache as I look down at her tight little body, perky nipples visible through the saliva soaked bra and I can’t help but let out a feral growl, pumping harder and faster into her virgin body.
Mila whimpers, a reminder that this is her first time taking in a man, and that knowledge has my fingers digging in deeper—an inner drive to claim her and mark her overwhelming me with urgency.
Never have I wanted to fill a woman before, fully claiming her and making her mine. The thought is so wrong—defiling Catherine’s daughter—but I can’t help it. I want it. Need it. To tie myself to the woman of my dreams.
My hand drifts to the back of Mila’s neck, my fingers digging into the base of her thick hair, pulling as my lips find hers and swallow her whole.
Mila moans into my mouth, her sounds muffled by the intertwining of our tongues. Our first kiss, and it’s fucking glorious. Being this close to her, our bodies joined in the most primal of ways, our tongues pushing and pulling as I breathe her in. It’s all perfect. Just like her.
As if hearing my inner thoughts, Mila’s walls start to contract around me, milking the seed that was made for her.
“Baby, you keep doing that and you’re going to make me come.” I pull back enough to see her hypnotizing eyes smiling back at me.
“That’s the point, Daddy.” Mila claws her fingernails down my back, stopping at my ass and making me thrust hard into her wet slit. On a hiss and a grind, Mila shocks the hell out of me once more. “Come in me. Come in your little girl.”
Fuuuuuuck. A hot spurt escapes and I know there’s no going back. Whatever happens, I welcome it with open arms.
“My dirty baby.” My fingers yank back on her hair, giving it a sharp tug. “You want this, don’t you? Daddy fucking you raw and hard, marking you with his cum.”
Mila clenches around me and I know my words have hit their mark. She’s nodding now, unable to form words as her mouth gapes open, panting hard as her lower body undulates around my girth.
Never have I seen a more beautiful sight.
I’m about to fuck her hard and fast, releasing every bit of juice I have, when there’s a knock on the thin bathroom door.
“Sir. It’s Lisa. Catherine is awake and asking for you.” There’s a pause as I stare into Mila’s eyes, and what I see in them takes me by surprise.
Determination and possession dance between them, her small hands cupping my backside as she pumps me in and out of her. Holy fuck. She’s taking me, not caring that her mother’s awake or that there’s someone right outside.
I don’t answer the stewardess. She’s delivered her message, and if Mila’s soft moans and the sound of slapping flesh aren’t enough to give her a hint as to what’s transpiring in here, I don’t care to clue her in.
I’ve got my baby to take care of. She’s hungry for Daddy’s cock, and that’s just what I plan on giving her.
Mila pulls my face toward hers, her mouth clamping down hard on my bottom lip and sucking. “Take me. Now.”
“Yes.” I reach down and pinch one of her erect nipples, my hard flesh pumping hard and fast into her heat. “Whatever my baby wants. Whatever my baby needs.”
Mila arches into my touch, the pain an obvious trigger, releasing a moan that has my lips crashing into hers in an attempt to muffle her cry.
The sounds our bodies are making are only growing louder and more obvious, but I can’t stop, not when I feel Mila’s tears spill onto my forearm and not when I hear the bedroom door open next to ours.
I’m thrusting in as deep as I can, Mila’s tight virgin walls squeezing me and sucking me in farther, as if wanting to swallow my cock whole.
“Mila?” There’s a knock on the door, but neither of us stops before Catherine’s voice seeps in once more. “Jason?”
I’m staring right at her daughter, my thick shaft slurping in and out as Mila’s palms grip tightly around my ass. She’s shaking her head at me, the look in her eyes lethal.
“Don’t stop.” She’s whispering to me before raising her voice and answering her mother. “I’ll be out in a minute, mom. Jason is with the pilot. I’m sure he’ll be out of the cock—” her walls contract around me just then. “—pit soon.”
Holy shit. My eyes roll back in my head. This is so damn hot. She wants me and doesn’t give a flying rat’s ass that her mother is right outside the door.
It’s the spark that sets me off—one hand digging in deep into her hip as the other holds onto her neck—and with two sharp thrusts, I’m blowing into her, rope after rope of hot sticky cum flooding her womb and praying with all that I have that it takes. She’s mine. This glorious creature is mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to have her.
Mila is whimpering around me, her body vibrating, her walls pulsing over and over again as her mother is saying something in response—her words muffled by the culmination of our pleasure hitting its peak.
Wanting to prolong this moment for as long as possible, I let my hand trail down her body, my thumb swirling her little clit as she bites back another moan—one I gladly swallow with my mouth, letting both of our orgasms dance together the way they were meant to.
It feels like time stops; the world fading around us as we enjoy these last moments of bliss. This is it. What life was made for. Feeling a pleasure like this is the peak of my existence. Hands down, the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
And as Mila’s hands slide up my back, her body melting into mine, I know that this is something I want to experience over and over, until the day I die.
