Keeping his bride

His right hand grabs my breast while his left hand travels under the skirt of my dress. The moment he finds my hot, wet core, I let out a loud moan.

“I thought you were going to be quiet?” he says with a soft chuckle.

I press my lips shut and whimper when he continues his ministrations. God, he’s so talented with his hands, playing me like a finely tuned instrument only he knows how to control.

My ass grinds against his erection, and he grunts against my neck. “I was just going to make this about you, but you’re making it very hard for me to concentrate on that, Aria,” he says in a dark tone.

“I need you, Mateo,” I beg. I don’t know what’s been going on with me lately, but it’s like I can’t get enough of him. This past week I’ve turned into some kind of nympho. Maybe I’m getting my period soon or something and my hormones are all out of whack. And when I add on, “Please,” that is his breaking point.

One second, I’m in his lap; and the next, we’re both standing, and he’s suddenly bending me over the armrest of an aisle seat. He unceremoniously lifts my dress and pulls my thong to the side. I feel his thick head move between my folds, caressing my wet slit, up and down, up and down, teasing me, testing me. I shift my hips backwards, wanting him to enter me, but he simply tsks at me and continues to tease, driving me to the brink of insanity.

“Look how wet you are for me, Aria. It’s running down your thighs,” he says in awe.

In any other circumstance with any other man, I would probably feel embarrassed or ashamed, but I know that Mateo likes it; that it turns him on.

He teases me, running his crown up and down the length of my slit until I cry out in frustration. I hear his dark chuckle right before he eases an inch of his dick inside of me. He rocks in and out of me shallowly, causing my nerve endings to fire all at once. I almost orgasm just from that, but he quickly stops moving altogether. “Not yet,” he warns.

Trembling, I grip the seat and hang on for dear life. It’s going to take everything in me not to tumble over that precarious edge, but I know it will be worth it in the end. Every time he makes me wait, the orgasm I experience is a thousand times stronger and mind-blowing.

He eases another inch inside of me before withdrawing, and I want to scream in frustration. Instead, I bite my lip, not wanting to disappoint Mateo or wake up Ignacio. He continues the torturous rhythm until I’m a panting mess.

“Please,” I plead hoarsely, unable to hold back any longer.

“Did you ever think you’d be begging for your captor’s dick, Aria?” he questions, and his dirty words have my mind spinning.

“Please, Mateo. Please fuck me,” I beg in a whisper-yell.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he says, gripping my hips in his strong hands. “I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been craving. What you’ve been begging for.” And then he enters me and doesn’t stop until he reaches the hilt.

My mouth opens on a silent scream, and I can’t even stop the rush of pleasure that courses through my veins. He fucks me fast and hard, and I ride out the violent orgasm, trying desperately not to cry out. I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste blood. The pleasure is indescribable, just like I knew it would be. I’m a weak, boneless mess by the time I reach the end of the roller coaster ride I was just on when Mateo suddenly demands, “Again.”

I mumble incoherent excuses, feeling too drained, but then I feel his fingertips stroking my throbbing clit, and my body awakens to his magic touch. Tears fill my eyes as the pleasure begins to rapidly build inside of me once more.

Suddenly, Mateo pulls out of me and returns to his seat. He’s still dressed in his suit, but his pants are undone and pulled down with his boxers over his hips, his huge cock jutting up towards his abs. “Come here, corazon,” he tells me, watching me carefully through hooded eyes.

I walk over to him on unsteady legs, my breathing ragged as I straddle his lap. He grips his cock, lining it up with my entrance before pulling me down onto it, effectively impaling me. My head falls back as a loud groan escapes my throat and my thighs tremble as they clench around him.

“Ride me, Aria,” he commands. And then his free hand grips the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him. “Eyes on me. I want to see you come.” His thumb skates over my bloody lip before he sucks the digit into his mouth. “Every part of you tastes like mine,” he whispers darkly before capturing my mouth with his.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

His tongue presses up against my lips, demanding access, which I gladly give him. He devours me then as I ride him, my legs quivering and my inner walls gripping him like a vice, not wanting to let go.

He breaks the kiss, panting as his left hand grips my hip. “You take my dick like such a good little girl,” he praises me. “So tight. So wet,” he groans. His pupils are blown as he stares into my eyes, and we share this indescribable connection in that moment, neither of us talking, both of us moving as one.

“I…” I begin, but the words quickly die in my throat. I want to tell him how I feel, how I really feel, but I’m scared. Terrified of his reaction, of what he might say in return. Most of all, I’m afraid that he won’t return my affection. We never talk about the future or what is really going on between us, and now isn’t exactly the right time to have this conversation…but soon. Soon we’ll have to discuss everything. Right now, I just want to focus on the present and the immeasurable amount of pleasure that he is wringing from my body. Gripping his muscular shoulders, I ride his cock like my life depends on it, and the tension slowly melts away, giving way to new feelings, new emotions.

“Fuck, Aria,” he hisses. His right palm slaps my ass before gripping it, hard. “Your body was made for sinning. Made just for me,” he tells me before his mouth finds my neck, kissing and biting and licking my heated skin. “I know you’re close. I can tell by the way your pretty, little cunt is gripping my cock. Come for me, mi pequena cautiva.”

His dirty words are my undoing, and I shatter, my orgasm washing over me with violent crescendos. His hand wraps around my throat, forcing me to look into his eyes as I come. He whispers to me in his native tongue as I detonate around him. My thighs quiver uncontrollably, and I bite my sore lip again so that I don’t scream out.

“Voy a mantenerte para siempre,” Mateo groans before he stills under me. He pumps his hips once, twice, three times before shuddering through a powerful orgasm. He pulls me close to him, cradling me against his chest and filling me up with his release.

We stay like that for a long time in each other’s arms, our heartbeats racing one another, until we finally come down from the high and realize we’re on a plane…and we’re not alone. Thankfully, Ignacio is still snoring away in the back of the plane when we part and start fixing our clothes.

“I’m going to go clean up in the bathroom,” I say before walking up the aisle. When I pass by Ignacio, he suddenly stirs and wakes, yawning and stretching. I shake my head in amusement. My footsteps woke him up…and not the loud fucking that occurred just moments earlier.

“What did I miss?” he asks.

I turn and stare at Mateo as he answers with, “Some, uh, in-flight entertainment.”

Ignacio glances around the plane, curiosity etching his features. “Yeah? Was it any good?”

“Oh, yes. It was excellent,” Mateo tells him before glancing up at me and winking.