But then he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers. His c**k sprang free, long and hard. Her mouth watered for him, wanting to please him as he had pleased her. Without a word, she compliantly parted her lips, taking the head of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. Jake’s head tipped back and he groaned.
“That’s it, girl,” he said throatily. “Just like that.”
At his praise, Mallory increased her pace, taking him deeper into her mouth, laving the length of him with her tongue in between taking him with her lips. She felt Jake’s hand at the back of her head, pushing her down on his cock, dictating her rhythm. The loss of control made her wet. She moaned onto him, and his c**k twitched at the vibrations. Jake suddenly grasped her hair and roughly jerked her off of him.
“I’m going to f**k you now, Mallory,” he said, his tone brooking no resistance.
Not bothering to remove his clothes in his haste to have her, Jake shoved her shoulders, making her fall onto her back on the cabin floor. She could feel the slight vibration of the jet; the sensation pervaded her pu**y, making her cl*t throb. She needed him desperately, and he obliged.
Lowering himself over her, Jake shoved up the hem of her dress and pulled her thong aside. He thrust into her in one fluid motion. Mallory cried out as he fully seated his impressive length inside of her. She had never been with anyone so well-endowed, and it took her a moment to adjust to his size.
“Relax,” Jake said the command gently, stroking her hair. He paused to give her time to adjust. She melted at his tender touch, her pu**y accommodating him. Feeling her give way to him, Jake began thrusting in and out of her, taking her hard and fast. The primal nature of how he f**ked her increased Mallory’s need, and her sex began to contract around him as he hit her g-spot with every thrust. Her legs began to quiver with the beginnings of her orgasm.
Without warning, Jake slapped her across the face. It wasn’t particularly hard, but it stung, focusing Mallory’s whole attention on him rather than the feelings pervading her body. She should be furious with him at his disrespectful treatment, but looking up into his eyes, she saw no cruelty; there was nothing there but lust. She felt a responding flare of heat deep within her.
“Wait for me,” he reprimanded her. “Don’t come until I say.”
Mallory whined, desperate to finish but unable to defy him. Jake clamped his hand over her mouth, silencing her. “You don’t want the others to hear, do you?”
She shook her head as much as she could with his hand restricting her. But staying quiet became more and more difficult, and she found that she was grateful for his hand muffling her cries.
He grunted as he thrust into her unrelentingly. Then: “Come with me, Mallory!”
With his permission, Mallory finally let herself go, her orgasm all the more intense for him making her wait. Her pu**y contracted around him over and over, milking his c**k as he emptied his hot seed into her. As the final pleasurable shiver wracked her, she came back down to earth. She was suddenly exhausted, sighing sleepily, content. Jake turned her onto her side and positioned himself behind her, holding her against him with a strong arm around her waist. She felt him tenderly kiss her hair as her eyes closed.
Mallory slept deeply for the rest of the flight.
Chapter 2
Although she was far from bored, Mallory yawned as they strolled through St. Mark’s Square. Because of the time difference, they hadn’t gotten to their hotel until four o’clock in the morning the night before, and having slept for most of the flight, Mallory had hardly been able to sleep once she arrived in Venice; she was far too excited.
Jake smiled at her, taking her arm with his. “As cute as you are when you’re sleepy, I don’t want you passing out on me today,” he said, his tone colored with amusement. “C’mon, sleepy head, let’s get you an espresso.”
Mallory consented, having no reason to protest. In fact, the entire day that she had spent with Jake had been wonderful; she had found no reason to shoot disparaging remarks at him. He seemed elated at her wonder for the city as he shared it with her. It was almost as though he himself were seeing it with new eyes as they explored the back alleys and more heavily populated tourist sites together. Mallory couldn’t suppress a smirk as she thought of their foray into a particularly shaded alley within view of the beautiful Bridge of Sighs, where Jake had shoved her up against the ancient plaster wall and kissed her thoroughly, his fingers snaking up her skirt to tease her clit. The thought of being discovered had been terrifying. And thrilling.
Now he was leading her to a quaint café on the edge of St. Mark’s Square, where they could watch the people staring at the gorgeous cathedral opposite. The sandy-colored, domed church had four massive bronze horses prancing atop it. Pigeons - which Jake called ‘vermin’ - flocked around the people, landing on them as they fed the birds bread and seed. And best of all, the city had flooded the night before; shallow puddles lined the edges of the square, the reflection of the palisaded rectangular building that enclosed it mirrored in them. Mallory loved it.
She couldn’t help being impressed when Jake ordered for them in Italian. “I didn’t know you could speak Italian,” she said, making small talk.
“You never asked,” he replied. “My father required that I learn several languages so that I could conduct international business.”
Mallory’s interest was piqued. “How many languages do you speak?”
“Five, including English. I know Spanish, Italian, French, and just enough Mandarin to get by.”
Her eyebrows rose, undeniably impressed. “I’ve never much had a knack for languages,” she admitted. “I know a bit of Spanish, but that’s it.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re with me, then,” he said, a bit arrogantly.
Mallory’s annoyance with his cockiness suddenly came back to the fore. “Well, if I’d had any warning that I was coming to Italy, I probably would have bought a phrase book. I can read, you know. And besides,” she continued, “knowing five languages is all well and good but what’s the point if you never use them for anything useful?”