Then he undoes his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls out his thick cock. Holy shit. It’s massive. Way too big for my virgin body, but I lick my lips anyway. “Your job is to assist me. I need some help with this.” I drop my head and suck his cock into my mouth. My pussy nearly orgasms from the groan that rumbles through his body. He grabs my hair and holds me still as he controls the movements.
He pulls me off his cock with a pop. “You’re going to make me come too fast. I have to taste your pussy.” He lays me onto the seat, his mouth seeking my slit, licking and sucking on my flesh. I cry out, and his hand goes straight to silence me. “No one hears you come but me.” His other hand smacks my pussy. “Tell me, you understand.”
“I understand.”
“Good, now I want you to cream on my tongue, coating it, feeding me all your sweetness before we get to the airport. Are you going to give me what I want?”
“Yes,” I pant. Every dirty word out of Oliver’s mouth hits my clit and swipes it with every lick. My fingers thrust into his thick dark hair, tugging on the strands, ready for him to take my orgasm into that filthy mouth of his. His hand goes to my throat, holding it roughly, but not painfully. Suddenly, I come hard, covering my mouth to hold back the rush to my vocal cords.
He rises with his hand still on my throat and grinds his cock over my stimulated clit as I shake out the last bits of my orgasm. “So damn beautiful.” He kisses me roughly, possessively swiping his tongue inside my mouth. I taste myself, and I let out a moan. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”
“Oliver, please.”
“Not now. I don’t have time, and I don’t want to rush because I know I’m never going to want to leave your warmth, but this will do for now.” He sits back and strokes his cock over my pussy and roars, splashing his cum all over my mound. My walls twitch, wishing he were leaving that in my pussy. He slips two fingers into his release and presses it inside like he can read my mind.
“Next time, my seed will be where it belongs.” He straightens my skirt and then tucks himself away and fixes his belt. I sit up properly and move to the other side of the car where the clothes are. Suddenly, I find them interesting.
I don’t know if I’m using them as a buffer or not, but I do. Oliver sits back and relaxes, but it’s not five minutes before we’re pulling into the private area of the airport. There’s a man with a clipboard. He hands them our passports. “Oliver King and my assistant Alyssa Mathers.”
“Yes, sir. Please head in,” he says, handing them back to Mr. King. A sinking feeling hits me. He might really have a thing for my sister and no idea. What happens when they finally work together? Is he going to do that to her too? I’m not a crier, but I feel like it right now. I should tell the truth before we board the flight.
I chicken out, and we’re on the flight in the cushiest of seats. I sit back, waiting for Oliver to come back from the bathroom and speaking to the crew.
We’re buckled in, and they’re starting to move. Shit, this is my only shot.
“Mr. King, I need to tell you something.” My voice is shaking nervously, but I have to tell him the truth before we’re airborne.
“It’s Oliver. Don’t call me Mr. King unless you want my hands reddening that ass, Alexa.”
“Sorry, Oli—wait. What?”
“You’re wondering how to tell me you’re not your sister. I know. I knew from the second you stepped off the elevators. And before you ask, I never touched your sister, never thought about her like that. You, on the other hand, will pay for sneaking into my life.”
I grab the arms of the seat, forgetting all about our conversation. I’ve never been on a plane before. I suppose I should have said something sooner. Oliver leans over and holds my hand, lacing our fingers. “I’ve got you, love.” He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it.
“My parents died in a plane crash,” I confess. It’s not something we like to talk about because it’s a painful memory that destroyed our small family.
“Oh, no. I’m so sorry. I wish I’d known. I would have canceled the trip.”
“No. Well, I could have stayed at the office.”
“Hell motherfucking no. I’m not leaving you alone. Are you nuts? Someone could have tried to take you from me.”
“Now that’s nuts. No one wants me.”
“That I highly doubt. Either way, it’s irrelevant. We’re going to spend the next two days in Paris.”