Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

pumped hard, making me gasp, before his cock replaced it. He shoved in hard. I cried out, it was too loud for an airplane door to conceal.
    He thrust in a circular motion, all the while holding me bent forward. I thanked God I had gotten addicted to hot yoga. My spine was flexible and able to take the assault.
    "God, you feel good," he muttered, taking long, rhythmic strides.
    He shortened his pumps, like he was using me, enjoying me.
    My brain tried to register the fact, he was using me and I liked it.
    "I am never letting you go. You are mine, forever. Sweet fucking God," he cried out when it felt as if he had reached something of a peak, and then started pumping again. "You. Get. So. Wet. For. Me. Evie."
    He jackhammered me almost, with the angle I was at. His thrusts slapped his balls against me, spanking all the way to my clit. I gripped the seat next to me, moaning into it just as he came. He slowed his thrusts and then stopped suddenly.
    "You are the hottest piece of ass, I have fucked in a long time."
    Blood was rushing to my head. I needed to sit up, but he held me down.
    I felt him touching where his cock was plugging my hole. He dragged the moisture of his semen up to my ass. My eyes bugged when he touched the wrong hole.
    "That’s never been touched has it?" he asked, just dipping his finger in the very entrance of my asshole.
    I shook my head.
    "Hmm, we'll have to remedy that in the near future," he slipped the finger in farther. I had dozens of bad thoughts.
    "Relax. I'm not going any farther, I don’t have the right tools for the job and this is not the position to do it in anyway," his voice was soft… satisfied.
    He pulled out his finger and his cock at the same time. He slipped past me and walked to the back of the plane. I leaned on the seat in front of me and tried to catch the sobbing tears in my throat. I hated that he got off and I didn’t.
    Wait, that was the thing that was burning me the most?
    My brain forced the thought of the ass-sex comment to the forefront.
    I needed to make that bigger than not having an orgasm.
    Anal was a huge no for me.
    I would kill him, before I let him put his cock in my ass. I had always been a "Me First" sort of girl in that area. I told James, if I could do it to him with a dildo, then he was welcome to do it to me afterward. Needless to say, we never had the conversation much.
    I grabbed a linen napkin, a bottle of water, and kicked off my underwear. I picked them up and walked to the back of the jet for a second sponge bath, and a possible mental breakdown. I wondered if you were allowed to smoke on private planes? Or if Roxy had any for when we landed.
    I was sitting with my legs pulled in, near fetal position, when Roxy came back with a glass of wine.
    I took it, avoiding her eyes.
    "He's an asshole sometimes. He's a perve and a total bigot. He doesn’t see you as anything but a means to an end. He sleeps with everyone." She spoke so quietly I could barely make out the words.
    I glanced up and her, smiling weakly, "I got that message loud and clear. I’ve known him for a whole day and here we are."
    She looked scared, "If you get the chance... run." She left it at that. I nodded and we spoke things with our eyes.
    She softened instantly and pointed, "You need to take a seat though. We're in Vegas."
    I shuddered again and left the chair in the small change room, to follow her back to my seat.
    He glanced up at me and smirked, "So, I want you to do two things for me."
    Swallowing my pride, I sat and tried not to notice the constant throb in my hundred dollar panties.
    "Kill him fast, otherwise he's going to be expecting something," his voice was calm.
    I shot him a look. He laughed, "You know why he's got you coming? The hotel told me he has a standing order, new girl every night."
    Coop's words flashed in my mind, "He won't be expecting someone younger?" I asked.
    He looked me over, "He won't be disappointed when you show up looking like that." He leaned over to me, "He doesn’t touch what's mine, so I expect your training better be as sharp as it was. You will pay if he touches anything."
    I gulped. He was taking the whole caveman, ‘you are mine’ thing too far. It was much further than I expected, even from someone like him. I assumed it was a heat of the moment sort of thing. He would get over it when he saw me watch a chick flick with snot running down my face, and Ben and Jerry keeping me company.
    He reached over and ran his hand up my thigh,