Abigail
My eyes rolled back in their sockets and my jaw went slack. He filled me completely. He was so much bigger than his fingers, stretching me in a way that burned and ached and felt absolutely fucking perfect.
A harsh curse ripped from his throat, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
God, he's huge. So thick.
I could feel every ridge, every vein. My pussy stretched so tight around his cock I could barely breathe.
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, his thick cock dragging against my inner walls, the friction making me whimper. Then he slammed back in.
"Ahhh!" The cry tore from my throat.
The force drove me forward. My palms slapped against the wall, trying to brace myself as he started pounding into me. Hard, fast, deep, exactly what I had begged for.
Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Use me. Wreck me.
The sounds filled the tiny space. The wet slap of his thighs smacking against my ass. My gasps and whimpers and broken moans. His grunts, low and animalistic and primal, and the obscene squelch of his cock plunging in and out of my soaking wet pussy over and over.
"That's it, Red," he growled in my ear, his voice rough and strained. "Take it. Take all of me."
A rough growl rumbled through his chest as if he could hear how hungry my cunt was for him, then his hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. My spine arched sharply, my throat exposed, completely at his mercy while he hammered into me from behind.
His hand tightened in my hair. "You're so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so perfectly."
"Yesss," I hissed through clenched teeth.
"Harder. Fuck me harder!" I moaned, the words barely coherent.
"You want it harder?" His breath was hot against my neck. "I'll give you exactly what you're begging for."
His hips moved faster, the thick head of his cock slamming into that perfect spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
A satisfied growl vibrated against my back. His hand tightened in my hair, using it like a handle to pull me back onto his dick with each brutal thrust.
One hand left my hip and snaked around, finding my bare breast and squeezing roughly. Then he slapped it hard.
"Fuck!" The sharp sting made me cry out.
He did it again and again, alternating between squeezing my tits and slapping them, each strike making my breast bounce and jiggle, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my clit.
A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest.
"God, you feel so good," he grunted as his other hand found my other breast, groping and kneading the soft flesh until I was whimpering and writhing against him.
"I'm gonna—oh god—I'm gonna cum!" I gasped, my pussy already starting to flutter and clench around his thick shaft. My walls gripped his cock like a vice, trying to pull him deeper, milk him harder.
"Shit," he hissed, voice strained. "Already?
Fuck, you're so responsive. Such a good girl for me."
His hips stuttered for a moment before resuming their punishing pace, pounding into me even harder.
"Can't help it," I panted, trembling in his arms.
A rough sound of approval, then both hands gripped my hips again, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises as he pinned me in place. He used the leverage to drive even deeper, his cockhead battering my cervix with each thrust.
My second orgasm was building fast, coiling tight and hot at the base of my spine. One hand left my hip and found my swollen clit, already slick and throbbing.
The first touch made me scream. His other hand clamped over my mouth instantly, muffling the sound while his fingers worked my clit in tight circles.
Knock knock knock.
We both froze.
"Excuse me?" A woman's voice came from behind the bathroom door. The flight attendant.
"Is everything alright in there?"
My heart stopped and my entire body went taut with tension. The stranger's cock was still buried balls deep inside me. His hand still covered my mouth. We were caught.
His hips rolled in a slow, deep thrust that made my eyes roll back.
What the fuck? He's still... oh god.
Another deliberate roll of his hips, grinding his cock deep inside my clenching pussy. My walls spasmed around him and a low grunt escaped his throat.
He's fucking me while she's standing right there. Oh my god, he's actually still fucking me.
"Everything's fine," he called out, his voice remarkably steady considering his dick was currently splitting me open. "Just feeling unwell. Turbulence."
Another slow, grinding thrust that had me whimpering against his palm.
"I have some medication if you need it."
"Won't be necessary." His hand tightened over my mouth as I moaned. "Few more minutes."
He said it like he was giving an order. Who was this stranger?
"Sir, you've been in there for quite some time."
In one smooth motion, he pulled his cock out completely. Before I could process the devastating emptiness, his hands were under my thighs, lifting me straight off the floor.
My back hit his chest as he held my thighs spread wide open, then he slammed his cock back inside.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK.
The new angle drove him impossibly deeper. His cockhead hit something inside me that made my vision white out. My head fell back against his shoulder, a loud moan tearing from my lips before I could stop it.
"Ohhhh god!" A moan ripped through my throat, making me forget the attendant.
"Quiet," he commanded in my ear, voice rough and strained. "Unless you want everyone on this plane to hear you screaming on my cock."
A sound rumbled from his chest, amusement mixed with pure lust. Then his mouth was at my ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"Sir?" The attendant's voice sharpened. "If you don't respond I'm going to have to get help."
"I said I'm fine." He murmured in a tone of dismissal.
But his hips told a different story. He thrust upward in short, brutal strokes, impaling me on his cock over and over. Each thrust lifted me slightly, my toes dangling in the air, completely helpless.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned low in my ear, his voice finally losing that iron control.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my—" Each brutal thrust up into my cunt punched the words from my lungs.
"Yessss," I hissed, the word more moan than speech.
The attendant knocked again. "Sir, I really must insist."
Three sharp thrusts punctuating his response: "Few. More. Minutes."
Silence. Then she said, "Three minutes. Then I'm getting the captain."