"Come for me Kat. Milk my cock baby!"
She couldn't respond as the grip on his shoulders tightened and her soft whimpers and moans became louder and more frequent. The muscles of her pussy tightened their grip on his throbbing cock as she prepared to release. His balls became tighter, preparing to unload his seed into her needy core.
Wave upon wave of pleasure came rushing through him and he was becoming light-headed. He became single-focused, he needed release. Now! A dozen cars could have driven up to them, their drivers watching and he wouldn't have cared less at this point.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" She cried out as she gyrated on his lap, moving harder - faster! Her pussy trembled around his throbbing, ready, and loaded cock and she screamed out a final time as a gush of her juices greeting his rock hard member.
The sweet rush of her juices in combination with her cries of pleasure and release did him in. As her pussy continued to tremble and explode in a series of orgasms, he reached his breaking point, pulling her down hard onto his cock as he thrust up. He groaned his release as a stream of his cum began to fill her, beating against the walls of her pussy and mixing with her juices. She collapsed against his chest, burying her face against his shoulder, panting hard.
Damon released her hips and slid his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest, nestling his face into her rose scented hair. "Oh damn. Kat, honey," he groaned as a final shot of his cum unloaded into her, leaving him completely sated, as the mixture of their fluids surrounded and seeped down his cock and onto his balls.
"You feel so good," Katrina sighed, placing a light kiss on his neck. He didn't have a chance to reply as her body jerked up and she began to scramble from his lap. Her knee nearly missed nailing him in the groin as she threw herself across the seat and into the passenger seat.
"What in the fuck, Kat?"
"Car, car, car!"
As the words came from her mouth he noticed the headlights of the car coming from behind them. "Ahhhh dammit! You have got to be kidding me."
Katrina frantically wiggled in her seat as she pulled down her dress. "Afraid not. And I was so looking forward to being bent over the hood."
Damon grinned as he glanced at the police car rolling up behind them. "Of all the broken down service stations in all the state they have to check behind this one? Seriously?" he grumbled under his breath as the officer stepped out of the cruiser and approached the Lamborghini, a flashlight focused on Damon and Katrina.
The officer, a tall, lean, young man barely out of the academy, Damon suspected, stepped up to the driver's side and glanced from Damon to Katrina and back again. "Licence and registration."
Having already pulled the required information out of his wallet, Damon passed them to the officer who glanced down at them, without really reading what was on them.
"May I ask what you two are doing back here?"
Damon didn't think it was that hard to figure out considering the deep blush colouring Katrina's cheeks and her mussed up hair and make-up, but he didn't make that remark.
"Well, Officer. My fiancé had a little too much to drink at a charity function we just left and needed to pee." He rolled his eyes and shrugged as if to say. You know women...
"Have you been drinking, Mr. Garratt?"
Damon shook his head. "Not a drop." And that was the truth. He'd been drinking more than he should lately, not that anyone would blame him considering the circumstances, but the urge to drink was pretty much non-existent now.
The officer clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and nodded. "Good enough. Have a good night, Sir." He nodded towards Katrina. "Ma'am."
Damon waited until the officer was in the patrol car before starting the Lamborghini. He glanced over at Katrina and smiled. "Good God woman. Will you stop getting me into trouble!"
Laughing, Katrina gave him a soft slug on the shoulder. "Ass."
Chapter 14
"Why won't you just tell me where we're going? This is crazy!" Laughter from Damon was her only response. The bugger was enjoying her suspense. She hadn't needed her passport so she ruled out any out-of-country destination as their wedding locale, but the United States was a big place. A very big place.
"You'll know in less than ten minutes Kat. I will tell you this. Once the plane lands we're going to a wedding boutique, getting your dress, and then tonight we'll have the ceremony once they have the alterations done to your dress."
Katrina smiled as she settled back into the leather seat of Damon's plane and tightened her grip on his hand. It was hard to believe that only five days ago she was barely making rent, without a hint of a love life and no real hope of her future getting better. Now here she was sitting in a private plane with Damon, praying that it was going to be the start of a long life with him.
She'd decided to be optimistic. She couldn't imagine life being so cruel as to bring them together just to take him away in less than a year's time. No, she was determined that regardless of the odds the doctor gave him, he was going to get through this and they would have the happily ever after they both deserved.
"At least let me peek out the window." Katrina stood and was about to brush past Damon to open the blind covering the small plane window when Damon grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"No way, sweetness."
"What will a little peek hurt?" she protested, attempting to get up from his lap, only to be pulled back down again. She wiggled in his arms and felt his shaft harden under her bottom. Suddenly looking out the window was forgotten as other activities became her main focus. She was about to lower her lips to his when the voice of the Captain came over the speakers in the cabin informing them to take their seats and buckle up.
She groaned her displeasure as Damon laughed, while releasing her so she could take her seat next to him. "Just when things were about to get interesting."
"What? You haven't found my company interesting until this point?"
She rolled her eyes at him, fastening her belt. "You know what I mean."
"I think I can make the descent a little more interesting." Damon placed his hand on her bare thigh, just under the hem of her short blue jean skirt. His hand began to slowly inch its way up towards the apex between her legs. As his hand cupped her mound and his fingers slipped into her panties, searching out her increasingly wet heat, what was going on outside became the least of her concerns.
*****
"This is amazing! Vegas? Really?" Katrina attempted to contain her excitement as they exited the airport and headed towards the black Escapade that Damon's secretary had ordered the previous day for them. It was no wonder Damon had been so busy the other day and left her to her own defences at the ranch for so long. He'd planned a lot.