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so much deeper than he already was. Moans, gasps, and whimpers were
swallowed by the makeshift gag in my mouth. I bit around the fabric, looking
down at the man whose expression was darkened in his need, watching his cock
impale my pussy again and again.
    My arousal had dampened his boxers, the fluid scenting
up to my senses and making me shudder and groan into the gag. Nothing smelled
better than sex—pure, lust-fueled need that soaked and covered. Nothing.
    My walls tightened, back arching as I shifted just
enough to see the glistening shaft penetrate my core again, slipping so easily
between silken, wet folds, driving hard into my heated sex that clamped down
and quivered with every rock of my frame. I could feel the tremble in his hand,
the shake in his arms, and the closeness in his eyes as he bit down hard on his
lip.
    “Almost there,” Sal grunted, fingers digging roughly
into my thigh, still keeping my leg spread wide open. “Fucking you is a dream,
girl.”
    Flames licked up my skin, like ice-cold water being
poured from head to toe while a blistering heat saturated my insides. The most
intense orgasm I’d ever felt ravaged all of my nerve endings from start to
finish, a scream I couldn’t have held back if I tried muffled into the gag.
Still, my throat ached from tensing so hard. Slickened beads of sweat gathering
between my breasts, neck, and the small of my back had clothing sticking to my
skin.
    Thoroughly
fucked and blissfully happy, from top to end I’d never felt more alive.
    I fucking burned through the intense waves of
ecstasy that washed through my blown-over senses.   Seared, scorched, and turned like wisps of
ash to the winds. A man I’d never met before in my life and wouldn’t ever meet
again made me feel like that. I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t even try to
understand it.
    Through the jerky movements of my orgasm, I heard
Sal’s deep, quiet guttural groan, hand on my thigh holding my body down as he
released his seed into the latex covering his cock. I stilled in his grasp,
feeling the aftershocks of his finish jolt his member inside my vise-tight
walls.
    Muscles relaxed, trembling soothed, and the fabric
in my mouth was pulled away as he whispered, “Welcome to the mile-high club.”
    That brief period after my orgasm, when the bliss
had faded and the sensations left, I was quick to climb off his lap. Sal looked
hurt, almost offended by my actions. For the first time, I realized what I had
done. Shame pulsed a horrid, terrible feeling through my middle.
    “Oh my God,” I whispered, fixing my thong and skirt.
“I just…I just…”
    “Fucked on a plane with a stranger?” he asked
quietly.
    I stared at him, gaping. “Yes!”
    Sal shrugged. “So?”
    “So? So! So, I’m a—”
    Sal looked shocked, anger filling his handsome face.
He moved so fast I wasn’t sure he had until I felt his hand covering my mouth.
“Don’t you say that, Liv. I don’t ever want to hear those words out of your
mouth.”
    “That’s exactly it, you’re never going to see me
again,” I whispered into his palm, voice tense and hushed. “I can’t believe I
just did that.”
    Fixing himself quickly, Sal was covered, zipped, and
buttoned up in a flash. “Listen, that doesn’t matter. What I saw right then,
that wasn’t some whore. That was beauty, so fucking beautiful. Like life, girl—living,
breathing, in the flesh life. There wasn’t a thing wrong with that right
there.”
    I waved at the curtain. “Those people?”
    “Would have died if they had seen you like that,
probably. But, they would have seen your beauty, too. I’d give my life to see
you like that again.”
    Air caught in my throat. His statement was a blunt
sort of honesty that hit me to the core. Instead of shrugging it off and
telling me not to worry about it, he made my lungs ache and heart pound. What
kind of man was he?
    “Come here,” he demanded gently, arms out and
waiting. In the warmth of his embrace, my lips found