Cool air from the open window played across his naked well-built body, which covered the whole of the narrow bed. Damn, he thought miserably, what a hell of a way to spend a honeymoon. Ahead of him in Marseille his bride was waiting after running out on him their first night together in Paris.He drug deeply on the almost finished cigarette squeezed tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Utter, utter stupidity, he grimaced, the details of their last hour together flickering through his mind like the reel of an old silent movie.He had seen her before in a bathing suit, but never like this.
He had jammed the blood-filled head between the fleshy moist lips and with a groan, shoved it all the way forward into her quivering cunt.
She had squealed like a stuck pig and kicked her legs out wildly in the air in a futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement.
He would have preferred to stay in New York for a few days and take their time in getting to know each other. That had meant sitting next to her on that fucking airplane for another seven hours.
All that ran through his mind during the entire trip was, where he should hare been at that moment.
The soft down of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting him to incoherent mumblings of crazed uncontrollable lust.
The slow motion pictures of Jean's ravishment flickered on through his tortured mind as the express tunneled on ceaselessly through the night...It had only worsened her position and he could still hear the guttural screech of further pain that had come tumbling piteously from deep in her throat as his rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper into her warm yielding flesh.At last, his pelvis had smacked hard into hers, signaling the end."No, darling, N-Nooo, please, not this way, not this way!"She had pleaded, but the words had rolled unheeded from her tortured lips.His knees were holding hers wide apart now and he was grinding his pelvis hard into her squirming defenseless crotch.