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moment, looking
down, then to the side where the curtain still hung closed, unbothered, and
giving us the semblance of privacy. I could hear the voices of the people in
coach, someone laughing hysterically before being hushed, the light humming of
the televisions all playing the same movie, and a cough from somewhere in front
of us.
    Dangerous.
    Unbidden.
    God, I was terrified and so fucking hot.
    Crazed.
    Sal positioned his cock at my entrance, rubbing the
swollen head through my folds, sending jolting shocks through my body. “Ready?”
he whispered, grinning with an eyebrow lifted and a hand gripping tight to my
thigh, keeping me wide and open. The burn in my legs felt the best it ever had.
I was sure I wouldn’t walk right for a week after this. With a single nod, I
lowered down painfully slowly on his member. Air cut through clenched teeth. “Holy
sweet mother of God.”
    Flames licked my nerve endings. His cock filling my
tight channel made me nearly delirious with a sensation I hadn’t ever felt
before. Sex had never burned me better. No one had filled me quite as well. I
could feel the resistance in my walls, muscles that flexed in an attempt to
take in his large girth. Shuddering with need, skin tingling from top to
bottom, I only made it halfway down his length before rising up and lowering
down once more. My body accepted him a little further, sucking him deeper into
my center as that hand on my thigh gripped harder and I watched as his eyes
rolled back, head hitting the seat with a nearly silent thud.
    “You’re the tightest damned thing I’ve ever felt,”
he muttered, teeth clenched. “Silk on my cock, baby.”
    Rolls of pleasure rocked my body as ecstasy exploded
through my senses like a wrecking ball. Sal grabbed my other thigh and widened
my legs further, opening me up and allowing me to become fully seated down on
his length. Impaled, I felt whole, burned, and lost. My mouth opened on its own
accord, head falling back as a moan threatened to make its way out. One I knew
would echo. One I knew would be heard. One I couldn’t stop. I didn’t notice the
sheer scarf I had grabbed before leaving my house earlier being pulled from my
neck until Sal had it wrapped around my mouth, gagging me. Pulled firm, he
twisted the flimsy fabric in his hands, tugging my hair into his tight grip as
well. With my neck taut, exposed, I finally moaned into the fabric, the sound
muffled and nearly silenced.
    “Ride me,” he ordered. “Fuck me. I want to watch my
dick sink into that pretty pussy of yours, Liv. Not a soul is going to hear
you, girl, so fuck me good. You should see yourself right now—perfection, so
damned beautiful. I bet you’ve never looked so good, have you?”

 
    Chapter
Nine
     
    Trusting him, hoping no one would hear the sounds of
his cock filling me, sinking further into my channel as I bucked against his
hold, I did what he asked. My body shook, muscles straining as I held my weight
up and rocked my body into his, taking his cock over and over into my pulsing
center.
    Despite how slick I was with arousal, his cock still
stretched me thoroughly, the burning sensation bordering on pain-filled
pleasure that made me ache in a whole new way. I wanted to ask for his fingers
to grab harder, to make me ache and hurt a little more, but I didn’t have to.
Sal’s cleanly cut fingernails bit into my skin, my hands grabbing on to his
shoulders to steady my trembling form as I rode a slow rhythm that kept us
quiet enough, but still kept my senses bright, aware, and bordering on an edge
I knew wouldn’t take too long to fall over.
    Through the thin latex covering his cock, I could
still feel every shudder and twitch of his shaft inside my sensitive walls. The
soft moan he released was caught against my cheek, a rock-hard chest pushing
against tender, sensitive breasts.
    Penetrating flashes fueled my movements, the jarring
pleasure rocking my frame harder into his as I rode him rougher, faster,
wanting him