Mile High Society: CH. 2

CHAPTER TWO: THE BIG DICK BILLIONAIRES CLUB

There's this moment right before takeoff—after you've taxied to the runway, after the engines have spooled up, after the captain releases the brakes—where the plane commits. You're accelerating down the tarmac and there's a specific speed called V1, and once you hit it, you're going up whether you like it or not. Abort velocity has passed. The only direction is forward.

That's where I am right now.

Sully's hands are on my hips, his cock is pressed against my hole, and I can feel him positioning himself. The tip is right there—not in yet, but close enough that I can feel the heat of him, the pressure building. And just like V1, once he pushes forward, there's no aborting this flight.

I'm face-down on the bed, ass up, and I can hear the other guys shifting about in the cabin. Someone clears their throat. Someone else mutters something I can't quite make out. The energy in this plane has changed—it's not just anticipation anymore, it's hunger. They've watched Evan get his, they've watched Sully work me over with his tongue, and now they're waiting to see the main event.

Sully leans forward, his chest against my back, his mouth right next to my ear.

"You ready for this?" he asks, and his voice has dropped an octave.

I turn my head just enough to catch his eye. "I was born ready."

He grins—this feral, satisfied grin—and then he pushes in.

"Holy fuck!" I cry out.

His dick not only fills me up but hits my prostate or something close to it. My vision goes wild and then I realize it's because my eyes are blinking uncontrollably. My body tries to adjust to his size, but he pulls out before it gets the chance, and then he's slamming back into me. Oh my god.

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