The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(245)

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I called Brent and told him to take them home,” he said. “They didn’t seem that interesting anymore after I caught you.”

I was feeling a bit light headed as the blood rushed to my face. I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or an insult so I prodded further.

“You gave up a night with two beautiful women because you saw my bare ass? Am I that much of a turn off?” I asked.

“Just the opposite,” Tom said. “It’s like living in a world full of cabbage, you eat it and it’s familiar; it keeps you full and satiated and happy. But, then you have your first taste of cake.”

“So, you’re saying that I’m ‘cake’ now?” I asked.

“No, I’m saying that you’re a beautiful woman and deserve more praise than you’re probably afforded.”

I was gushing with pride as he said that. I felt as light as air and that felt a bit ironic as we were in a jet. I could see something was holding him back from saying anything else.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked.

His face twisted as though he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. I had a feeling I knew what he was attempting to vocalize.

“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 * 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.