𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛

19

I had slept half the flight yet Spencer had not even slept for fifteen minutes, the plane had to take a detour so we waited for longer for refueling. He had been watching me sleep uncomfortably as if there was no bedroom and I knew why I didn’t want to go to the room.

I enjoyed being watched, being someone’s center of attention and that someone being Lincoln Spencer.

I watched him too, he looked comfortable on the plane seat, like the king he was, the king to my heart and probably my soul too. His shirt was strained on his chest as if it didn’t fit but it only elevated my ease to see his muscled chest properly and then I dared to look lower and I could see his hard on.

When I looked back up at him, he wore a smirk as his gaze dropped to my chest which was a tad bit exposed and my thighs barely covered. I was in a skirt that looked like tennis skirts and a vest tucked in, no leggings whatsoever. My body heated in response to his scrunity
“Tell me more about your dad” he said as he stripped me with his eyes.

“Why? I don't know much about him”

“There is something about you-him, am not even sure but are you sure you’re his daughter?” most ridiculous question though I always questioned it too. He never cared about me and Nika, he only cared about mom. He always said that he needed adults in his house and when we came of age was when he would accept us as his kids.
Which made no sense.

“No am not” I replied honestly and his gaze shifted back to my face.

“My father was the one who ordered for your house to be burnt down so am curious why but I’ll figure it out” I wasn’t surprised since I knew my father had enemies and he had moved us to that town to hide us but what confused me was why his father?

“What job does your father do?”

“I’d rather not say but its not a nice lane of work, my father must have had a problem with yours” he said and stood and came to stand in front of me with a smile.

“How about I make your pretty cunt mine today” I squirmed under his body and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom on the bed. We had just left the airport so we had just about two hours for us to arrive at our destination. He locked the door behind him and laid me on the bed.

“Tell me princess I want to hear you agree with me” he ordered but I knew he was asking for permission, making sure that we were on the same page and in agreement.

“Yes Spencer, I want you to claim me body, soul, mind and heart, devour me till am left of nothing but you” my voice came out raspy and breathless as his mouth was completely over mine avoiding my mouth in all ways possible. When I leaned in to pull his mouth closer to mine, he pulled away leaving me in pure desperation.

“Stand up and take them off” I slid off the bed and he sat on the edge of it watching me take them off in a hurry leaving me in my undergarments, “everything princess” he clarified.

My core pulsed and my nipples tightened as I took off the rest of the clothes and placed them on the chair behind me. He didn’t even move but just raked his eyes stripping me all over again as if taking off my clothes wasn’t enough for him. Luckily or gratefully the room is warm so I didn’t feel a sliver of cold but just a ravenous desire for him to pull me closer and do something.

”Come here” I walked and stood  right in front of him, the bed was high so my breasts as right in front of his face. He pulled me closer between his widespread legs and I savoured the feeling of being dominated by him. He was good at foreplay but I was not sure if I was in the mood for games.

He found the valley of my breast and kissed me softly then kissed all the way to my stomach where I sucked in a breath. His hand snaked around my waist and he kept it there making sure I was in his firm grip.

I was not entirely sure where he was going with this but I played along since, I did bare myself to him. He sucked on my nipples while his other hand kneaded the other. I let out a whimper as his warm mouth warmed my cold nipples, he stopped with the teasing and went straight to my core. He slipped his finger inside me with no hesitation and I moaned softly trying not to be too loud.

“Don’t restrain your moans love, I’ll make you scream either way so let the pilots hear you scream the song of pleasure” a jolt of pleasure filled my body as my body weakened but I couldn't even sit on his lap or kneel due to the grip on my waist.

He knew what he was doing.

I orgasmed as I rode his hand which was hard since I was standing but he helped. I didn’t even get time to get my energy back when he ordered me to strip him which I did with the slowest pace ever making sure to graze my hands on his crotch. I caressed his muscles on his front and on his back enjoying the pleasure of all this.

He pulls me into a straddling position his length on my now dripping folds. We kiss a slow passionate kiss, this is when I realize that he’s not fucking me just yet, he’s making love to me. My heartbeat rapid he guides his cock inside of me and he lets out a low growl which makes my insides clench in pleasure.

“When was the last time you were fucked Alexa?” he asked with a restrained voice.

“Three years ago” I replied trying my level best to accommodate him inside me and he was patient with me which I appreciated. We stilled to control our breathing

“No wonder your pussy is strangling my cork in there and no one else gets to fuck you or make love to you but me” I blushed and he kissed my lips and the side of my lips but I totally agreed with him, his cock fit perfectly with my pussy like it was made for him, maybe it was.

“Ride me love” he ordered and I complied, I placed my hands on his shoulders and rocked my hips, he looked at our sex, smiled and looked at me, "I've given you enough time now, ride me like my good little girl"

I nearly, nearly, come undone due to his words I increased my pace as he stretched my insides like I'd never been before. He groaned and tipped his head back and moaned my name with struggle. We were both praying a prayer of pleasure and when I chased my orgasm he didn't stop me and I was  unable to move.

He flipped us and I could see, gone was the man who was making love with me and now was a man with the hunger to fuck me senseless.