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by Alexa Riley


  She’s mine now, and she’ll give me her eyes when I demand them. I gently graze the line of her jaw, touching her delicate skin.

  “Good, because you’re about to get to know me.”

  Her eyes widen, and I take a step back, holding out my hand. She looks down at it, confusion clear on her face.

  “Do you want to go to Paris or not?”

  She bites her lip, and I have to grip her backpack tighter so I don’t lunge for her mouth.

  “I’m free to go?” she asks as she slowly stands.

  A wicked smile pulls at my lips. “Free?” I ask, and then lean down so we’re eye to eye. “You can come with me to Paris, Sophia, or you can stay here. Those are your options.”

  There’s really no option, but the illusion of one will make this much easier. She’s coming with me to Pairs. She’s going to ride my cock on the top of the goddamn Eiffel Tower while wearing a beret and eating a motherfucking croissant if I have anything to say about it.

  “I guess I’m going to Paris,” she says, and shrugs like it’s her only choice.

  “Good girl,” I say as she places her hand in mine.

  “My plane is ready to go.”

  “Your plane?” she asks as we walk out of the room.

  “You don’t know who I am?” I look down at her, a little surprised. Most people know my face, because gossip sites love to talk about the single billionaire who owns the sky.

  “Should I?” She smiles, and it could light up Vegas for a hundred years.

  “You keep that smile on your face and I’ll be anyone you want me to be,” I say, opening the back door for her and stepping outside onto the tarmac. “I’m Lincoln Gray.”

  When I say my name, nothing registers in her eyes. I like that I’m not known to her though. She doesn’t have a preconception of who I am. Just like with her, it’s a complete mystery. And I’m going to enjoy solving it.

  I take her hand and lead her over to one of my planes, where the crew is waiting. I nod to the staff as I pass by and walk toward the captain.

  “Change of plans, Monica. We’re heading to Paris.”

  “Yes, sir,” Monica says, and smiles at Sophia.

  We climb the stairs and sit down on the two seats that are side by side. I reach over and grab the buckle for Sophia as the crew busy themselves with getting us ready for takeoff.

  “Um, is that your wife?” Sophia whispers as she looks over to where Monica is talking to the flight attendant.

  “No,” I say, clicking the lock on the belt. I see the blush on her cheeks, and I lean forward so our lips are just a breath apart. “I haven’t been with a woman in longer than I can remember. Right now I don’t even want to try. Imagining anyone besides you is going to be painful, so I’ll skip it. One look at you, sweet little Sophia, and you’ve got me picking out rings in my head.”

  She licks her lips, and I can’t stand it anymore. I lean forward, and her gasp of surprise gives me the opening I want as I slip my tongue past her lips. Fuck, she tastes just like how I imagined.

  Her fingers tighten on my shirt as she pulls me closer. Her mouth opens wider and her tits press harder against my chest. She moans and it goes straight to my cock.

  Somewhere in the distance I hear the flight attendant over the intercom announcing takeoff, and I feel the plane start to rise.

  Sophia’s body goes rigid, and I lean back, looking into her scared eyes.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, tucking her hair behind her ears.

  “I think I might be afraid of flying,” she says, as panic rises in her voice.

  Chapter Three

  Sophia

  My emotions are all over the place. I want to go back to kissing him, but fear has taken hold and is gripping me tightly. Before I can do anything, the belt comes undone from around me and I’m lifted out of my seat. Lincoln pulls me onto his lap and his mouth comes back to mine.

  His tongue pushes past my lips, forcing its way in. His hand dives into my hair, holding me exactly how he wants me as he takes what he wants. I couldn’t pull away from him if I wanted to. He has me locked against him with not an inch of space separating us.

  I don’t try to fight it though. Instead, I let myself fall into what he’s making me feel. I’m closer to this man than I’ve ever felt to anyone. There’s an instant attraction, an intimacy, that I didn’t even know existed. It’s utterly crazy because all I really know about him is his name. He’s a complete stranger to me, yet something about him is familiar. I might know absolutely nothing about him, but I feel safe. And I want more. Whatever he’s pulling from me is lighting up my insides like I’m coming to life. My body was asleep before his touch, and I’ve been given breath in my lungs for the first time. It’s overwhelming, but it all feels right.

  Letting him take control and lead me in these strange new emotions, I allow my body to melt into his. Not that I really had much of a choice. The grip he has me in is unbreakable, and though his hands release my hair, they remain possessive as they travel lower. I moan into his mouth as one comes to my thigh, pushing my dress up.

  I should be freaking out and demanding to know what’s going on. But I can’t find the will to do so. I want to get lost in him. Lost in the feelings he gives me. I spread my legs open a little more to try and push forward, wanting to move his hands faster up my thighs. But his fingers are so slow as they trail the edge and play with my bare skin.

  He finally slides a hand under my dress. I try to wiggle closer, needing his touch now. When his hand reaches my panties, a finger glides across my sex, back and forth, making me shake with excitement.

  He slowly strokes me, making me moan. I’m not completely sure what it is my body needs, but as if he can read my mind, he pulls his mouth from mine.

  “I’m going to give you more,” he says as his finger slowly grazes my panties. I rock my hips to feel the pressure, but he stops moving when I do. “Tell me to do it.”

  His eyes seem darker than before as they stare into me and demand my acquiescence. The look on his face is one I’ve never seen before. It’s intense, but it’s even beyond that. I lean forward, willing to give him anything.

  “Please, Lincoln. Give me more,” I beg. My words sound pained. I don’t know who this man is, but I need him. Whatever he’s bringing out in me feels so good, I don’t want it to stop. I feel alive for the first time. My skin is tingling all over, and I never want to lose this feeling. I’m addicted with one kiss, and I don’t care about anything else but this.

  He slips his hand past my panties, making me gasp at the intimate touch. He stills for a moment to kiss me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Then his fingers move again, sliding across my core, making me jerk. His other hand comes to my hip, holding me in place as he has his way with me.

  I don’t know what I’m loving more—what his hand is doing between my legs or how he takes control over my body.

  Pulling back suddenly, I gasp for more air. My breaths are coming hard and fast as the sensation builds between my legs. His eyes lock with mine, and he licks his lips as if he’s trying to taste our kiss.

  His look is so intense, I lean forward to bury my face in his neck. What started as foreign and exciting has turned to burning need. The hot build-up of pleasure between my legs is a tidal wave that’s fast approaching. It’s coming, and I feel like it might rip me in two. He moves his hand from my hip to my hair and takes a fistful of it. He leans my head back and holds me in place so our eyes are locked. The grip is tight, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s something gentle and careful about how he’s got me in his arms. But he won’t allow me to look away. I can’t hide from what’s coming, or from him.

  “You keep those eyes on me,” he growls. “Spread those pretty little legs, and then cum all over my fingers.”

  I gasp and then do as he says, spreading my legs just as his fingers dip inside me. I hear the slippery wetness of my desire on his hand, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. But I need him to finish what he’s sta
rted, so I can’t think about that right this second. Instead, I push down the shame of inexperience and lick my lips.

  He looks down to where his fingers are inside my panties and he growls again, but this time in approval. The sight of his muscled body hovering over me, seeing what I’ve kept secret from every man before him, is intoxicating.

  “I knew this sweet pussy was virgin. Took one look at you and the way you walked, and knew you’d never had a dick in it. But I’m going to change that, Sophia,” he vows, looking up at me through hooded eyes. “Men are going to see the way your hips move and the gap between your thighs and know that it’s being taken care of.”

  My breath catches in my throat as my clit throbs with need at his filthy words. I can’t hold back any longer and I jerk against his finger, feeling myself lose control. Wetness soaks my thighs as his fingers plunge in and out, making the warm liquid spread between us. My legs start to shake as waves of heat roll down my back and fireworks run all over my body.

  “Lincoln!” I cry, chanting his name over and over again. It seems to be the only word I can say as his hand pulls out every ounce of pleasure from me.

  “Fucking perfect,” I hear him say before he’s pulling me toward him.

  His lips brush against my neck and he begins to kiss me there before sucking on it. The feel of him marking me makes me jerk against him, my skin sensitized from what just happened.

  “That mark will have to do for now,” he says as he grazes his teeth over the spot.

  Suddenly I’m so sleepy. My eyes are heavy and my body is limp. I want to curl up against him and catnap for just a second.

  He slides his hand from between my legs, and his fingers go to his mouth as he licks my wetness from them. I blush at what I’ve just done. How could I have let a stranger touch me this way?

  He takes his finger from his mouth and brings it to my cheek, brushing the hair behind my ear. “You’re going to own me, aren’t you?”

  I study him, not understanding what he means.

  “Sir, we have reached 10,000 feet.” I look over and see a flight attendant standing there. She has her shiny black hair up in a high ponytail and looks like a flight attendant from decades before. I feel embarrassed all over again, because I’d forgotten we weren’t alone and I’m not sure what she heard. I’m still in Lincoln’s lap, so I bury my face in his neck, wanting to hide.

  “Get. The. Fuck. Out,” he barks, making both me and the flight attendant jump. I pull back, not sure who he’s talking to. It can’t be me, right? He looks at me and shakes his head, pulling me closer. “She knows better.”

  “To not interfere when you’re with someone?” I ask softly, not sure how I found the words. His face goes soft, and a slow smile forms at his lips.

  “No, I’ve never done this on one of my planes before. She always comes to see if I need food or a drink right about now. But I didn’t like the idea of her seeing you like this.”

  That makes me smile. “She probably heard us,” I whisper. My cheeks probably turn pink again. I’m going to have to face everyone when we get off the plane. They’ll probably know what happened because I was kind of loud. I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt anything like it before. I had no control. Lincoln had all of it.

  “Probably,” he says with a grimace. “But you were scared and I didn’t like it. I knew that would calm you down.” He leans closer to me, his mouth going to my ear. “Next time I’ll keep my hand over your mouth.”

  My breathing picks up again as he nibbles on my earlobe and then kisses the place below it.

  “I’ll hold you while you sleep. You’re going to need your rest.”

  He guides me to his neck, and I snuggle against his warm skin. I should ask more questions. I shouldn’t be here, but at this moment all I want to do is breathe in his smell of cotton and mint. I close my eyes and pray when I open them he’s still here and this hasn’t been a dream.

  Chapter Four

  Lincoln

  I lean back in the chair and look down at Sophia. Her pink lips are parted slightly as she sleeps. The sun has set on the ocean tonight and we fly on to Paris.

  I raise my fingers to my nose, smelling the faint scent of her cunt on them. The feeling of her tight little pussy wrapped around them has me hard and ready to do it again.

  I look up to the front of the plane and see the privacy screen is pulled and the light is off for the night. We won’t arrive until the morning, so the crew won’t return.

  My eyes move up Sophia’s legs, and I see they’ve spread in her sleep. Her skirt is bunched up, showing me her panties that hide her sweet little tease of a pussy from my view. I need to change that.

  Reaching down, I finger the edge of the material and then push it to the side. The sight of her smooth pink lips, all wet and puffy, makes me bite down on my bottom lip. Lifting her hips slightly, I move her body so she can put one leg on either side of my hip to open her wider for me. I lean the seat back just a bit and make sure she’s comfortable, and it gives me the perfect view of her exposed cunt right above my cock. Her panties are bunched to one side while her thighs are spread wide. Her lips open, and I can see her exposed clit peeking out.

  Excitement and adrenaline are coursing through me as she sleepily mumbles. I reach down and unbutton my slacks, pulling my cock out from its hot confines.

  The long, hard length lies against my stomach and arches up toward her heat. As if he can sense there’s virgin pussy right above him, he bounces, ready to enter.

  Pulling her hips down a little, I rest her little puss right on top of my dick. The puffy lips go to either side, while her hard, little nub rests on the ridge. She mumbles something and then sighs as I slowly move her hips. My need is too great, and I’m going to use her lips to rub me off.

  Up and down, they glide on either side of my cock, leaving a trail of cream with every pass. Cum leaks out of the tip of my cock and drips onto my stomach every time she comes up. She might be asleep, but her horny-as-fuck body knows what it wants. She’s ripe and ready to breed, just begging for a cock. I bet now that she’s had an orgasm she’s going to be spreading those legs ten times a day. I’ll have her filled so quick she won’t be embarrassed so easily anymore.

  No, the second she gives me those eyes, I’ll have her bent over the nearest surface.

  When she comes to the end of my cock, I hold her hips still, unable to stop myself from giving myself a little treat. I move my cum-covered tip right down her center, leaving a trail of semen on her. When I get to her asshole, I rub it there and then come back to her pussy. The slippery opening sucks me in before I can stop it, although I don’t really try to stop it.

  “Lincoln,” she mumbles, and I shush her back to sleep.

  She needs the rest. As soon as we get to Paris I’m going to teach her how to suck my cock, and I want her fully awake for that.

  For now, I’ll play just the tip and get some of my cum in her. I want to see what she looks like with it dripping out of her.

  Holding her hips, I pop her on and off the tip, and I have to bite my lips to keep from growling too loud. The sound is like a sucker coming out of a mouth, and the sticky trail that she leaves behind on my cock is a sure sign she’s ready for me. Up and down, I take her hips, pretending to fuck her, even though I’m only going in an inch. Okay, maybe I got in an extra inch or two, but her goddamn juices are running down my cock, and I’m only so strong.

  My breath is ragged, and there’s sweat on my forehead as she takes another inch of me. I’m working her halfway down on my cock, and aching to cum, but I keep popping her off to stop myself. I want it to last. I want to build it up so that when I go off inside her, she’ll feel it in her throat.

  Her hands rub the back of my neck, and she moans my name again. She’s half asleep, but I feel her push down on me, trying to take more. Trying to take my dick deeper.

  “Shh, not all of it. Not yet,” I whisper in her ear.

  I kiss her neck and then glide my thumb acros
s her clit as I finally release inside her. I feel a baby orgasm roll over her as I pulse creamy cum into her waiting cunt. She greedily pulses around the few inches I’ve given her, begging for more.

  “That’s it, just like that. Wait until I’m finished.”

  She relaxes against me, and I feel the last of my warm cum spread inside her.

  Leaving some of my cock inside her, I let the seat back the rest of the way so that she can sleep across my body. I’m not ready to pull out of her little pussy, and I want the taste of her on me when she licks it clean. I want her to know when she sucks me off that I got in her pussy, and I want her to like it. There won’t be anything off limits between us, and she needs to get used to it.

  I kiss her neck, and she turns her face to look at me with heavy eyes.

  “I like the way you feel in me,” she says sleepily before resting her head on my chest.

  “Good. It’s the only cock you’ll ever know.”

  Chapter Five

  Sophia

  My eyes open slowly. Flashes of the dream I had wash through my body. That was too wonderful to be true. When my eyes fully open and my vision comes into focus, I see where I am. I’m on a plane. It wasn’t a dream at all. I smile, thinking about everything that happened. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I left home and I’m already having the best time of my life, feeling and seeing things I didn’t know were even possible.

  Lincoln.

  I glance around trying to find him. I’m lying across a long sofa. I’m still on the plane, but it doesn’t feel like it’s moving. I wonder if he left. My heart falls a little, but then I see his suit jacket. It’s draped over my lap like a blanket. I grab it, pulling it to my nose and cuddling it, breathing him in. I freeze when I hear Lincoln’s voice. Relief greets me at the realization that he hasn’t left.

 

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