Billionaire Flawed 2(36)

“You’re afraid I’ll call a lawyer and claim you’re sexually harassing me; something along those lines?” I asked.

He nodded and sighed, taking another large sip from his glass. I slipped a piece of paper from a nearby notepad and, with the pen from my purse wrote a quick note; on it I absolved him of all sexual misconduct that may happen aboard this plane. Adding my signature to the bottom, I handed it to him for perusal.

He took it and read over it quickly. “You know this isn’t legally binding,” he said. Before he could finish I had already slunk into his chair.

He tossed the note over his shoulder and gripped my back with his soft hands taking me into a deep kiss. My knees weakened while he pet along my curves. I shuddered in anticipation while hooking my arm under his shirt and feeling his chest.

He stood up and lifted my top from my chest. I did the same to him and as it came off I gave him a kiss on the chest. He threw the garment behind him and reached around to unhook my bra.

My breath grew heavier as he pulled it from me. I pulled him in close for another kiss and he obliged. Feeling a little naughty, I shoved him back into the chair.

I looked around for a moment and found the remote for the stereo; clicking it on and turning to music I could dance to. I started to dance for him; letting him stare all he wanted as I swayed back and forth to the music.

His eyes lit up as a hungry dog staring at a freshly cooked steak. I liked feeling his stare on my topless body. The music bellowed deeply, with a steady beat and my hips gyrated as I undid the pants I wore. I turned around and let him watch as I inched them down my legs; giving him a full view of my dark skin.

I threw the pants aside and could feel my panties getting soaked as I continued to dance. I could see the bulge in his pants bursting to get out and I wanted to help it, but not yet.

I lowered myself into his chair and rubbed my swollen pussy up and around his throbbing member. Dancing and swaying up and down to the music it felt like he was near ready to burst.

I faced and straddled him and then undid his pants. He grabbed my hips as I continued to grind. I stood back to my feet and pulled what remained of his clothing off him.

I lowered my own underwear down my legs and let him admire my sex from behind while continuing my dance. I backed towards him again. Once again I began to grind in his lap, letting him feel me with his skin. And I could feel his penis pushing against me. It drove me wild.

I couldn’t wait any longer; I straightened my back and allowed him to penetrate my engorged sex. I moaned as he entered me, inching further and further as I sat down.

He grabbed my hips and held me down, and I could feel him deep inside, throbbing. He was bigger than I thought he would be and it felt good as he continued to swell.

He started working me up and down with his hands and I had to try to catch my breath as we continued. He became more ravenous with each thrust pounding deeper and deeper. I lost my mind in the sexual music we made.

I lifted myself off and turned around so that I could kiss him and as I did I lowered myself back onto him. I hugged around his neck and he continued to work me up and down along his shaft. I oozed my wetness down to the rich leather of the chair and he didn’t seem to mind.

I could feel myself giving over to the ecstasy of the moment and felt the familiar tickle of an orgasm beginning to crest. And, it felt like he wasn’t far behind.

I arched my back and he had to hold me as I clenched my muscles for the orgasm that kept wracking my body. I could feel him pumping his fluid deep inside me and I accepted it readily.

It was then that I noticed the flight crew peeking out of the cabin and with a bashful smile I threw the radio remote at them.

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It took a while before we finally managed to pry ourselves off one another. I had to lock the cabin door shut so they’d stop their attempts to sneak a peek.

After we had landed, there was a limousine waiting for us that I had arranged prior to liftoff. He wore his pressed suit and I wore my wonderful new dress I had purchased earlier. Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought a change of underwear which didn’t really bother me as much as I thought it would.

We drove through the narrow streets of Paris, and I took in the sights. The Eifel Tower’s million lights twinkled like starts. I imagined being here but not like this. I imagined coming here as a successful businesswoman, running my own company and not as an escort.

I couldn’t drive the thought out of my head. Had he hired me with this as his end goal? Or had this just been an incidental byproduct of working in such close proximity to a womanizer?

The car pulled up to a small restaurant that overlooked a fountained courtyard. The scene was picturesque and soulful at the same time. Inside the restaurant was a simple scene almost as though it hadn’t been changed for more than a hundred years.