Page 12 of Shattered Veil
I glance at the raised partition between us then lift my leg. Balor grabs my foot to direct my leg to the back of the bench seat. When I’m open wide to him, he kneels on the floor between my thighs. I emit a quick squeal of surprise when his warm hands sear the skin of my thighs as he yanks me towards him, tipping my hips provocatively.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he tears off my panties.
“These stay off and you’re not getting them back.” He burrows his nose into the lace fabric and inhales deeply. “Fucking sexy.”
“Keeping the panties costs more.” I wiggle, getting even more wet watching him.
“Looks like I’m starting a tab.” He stows the panties in the inner pocket of his jacket. “Just so we’re clear. You and this cunt are mine until we reach New York. I’m the only one touching you until then.”
As if I’d turn tricks in the airline bathroom.
“Touching?”
“You’re being a brat,” he says through clenched teeth. “I like that.”
Without another word, he lowers his face to my sex and runs his tongue along the entire length.
“Oh, God.” I grip the back of the seat.
“I’ll make you scream so loud he just might hear you.” He grips my ass hard and goes at me with his tongue. His pace is unrelenting, devouring me like I’m the first or last pussy he’ll ever lick. “Fuck. This cunt tastes sinful.”
The flicking of his tongue against my clit has me dazed, but I jump when he slides a finger inside me.
“Yes, right there,” I whimper.
“Christ, this is tight. Who the hell are you fucking?” He works me with one finger, then two. “I need you to come. I want you dripping down your thigh when I throw you onto the bed.”
With his fingers pumping in and out of me, it takes just a few more sucks and licks before I feel the beginnings of an orgasm.
My muscles throb, and knowing I can’t cry out like I want to, I grab his head instead, my nails gently grazing against his scalp. “That’s so good.”
“Jesus,” he groans, ignoring that I grabbed him. “I can’t wait to feel this tight cunt pulse around my cock.”
He licks me through my powerful orgasm. I spread my legs wider, and let him continue to feast on me.
The limo stops and Balor looks up, his chin shiny with my arousal.
“Good timing.” He roughly tugs down my skirt. “You’re mine. No one fucking sees what’s mine. I like that you don’t dress like a cheap whore. You’re classy. Ireallylike that.”
“I like that you like it.” I sit up and try to gather my sanity.
Coming in hot, he brushes his lips against my ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Now close those fucking legs.”
The dirty talk and rough demands get me excited all over again.
The limo door opens, and I tug my skirt out of my ass crack. The driver leers at me and irritation spreads across Balor’s face. Surprisingly, he doesn’t give the driver shit.
He’s clearly wealthy and no stranger to limo drivers, but I appreciate how he keeps his cool.
In the lobby, Balor flags down a woman in a uniform holding an iPad and wearing a headset.
“Wait right here. Do not move,” he commands me.
I suspect he doesn’t want me to overhear his last name.