Affair with a Billionaire

You are Mine

I arrive at the airport and proceed to the runway to board the private jet. Upon entering the jet, I find a seat across from Connor and exhale subtly. Am I doing this? Leaving my husband, moving to L.A., taking a promotion, and essentially running away with this billionaire.

-  Here we go.
-  We’ll be fine. Are you ready?
-  I’m always ready.

Yup. I’m doing this. There’s no going back now.

- Good to hear. I thought you might get a little anxious.

The jet’s engine roars and I watch the earth fall away beneath me. I’ve already given so much to Connor anyways.

-  Will it be a long flight?
-   No.

Connor doesn’t look up the book he’s reading. Seriously, even the way he turns a page is sexy. He looks up to meet my gaze and smiles.

- What?
- How are you feeling? Are you doing okay?
- I’m all right, just a little nervous.
- Don’t be. This will be a great trip for both of us. And if it helps, you can think of this as a business trip.

I nod my head and gaze out the window.

-  Yeah, I guess.
-  Is something wrong?
-  I’m just, on edge
.
Connor leans forward and puts his hand on my thigh.

-  Anything I can do to help?
-  Doubtful.

Connor furrows his brow at me, then slides his hand up my thigh.

-  Sure about that?
-  Well, I guess maybe there’s one thing, but I don’t know.

Connor inches closer eagerly and squeezes my thigh.

- Tell me.

I meet his eyes and smile.

- You could introduce me to the mile high club.

He smiles coyly and nods.

- Well, that can be arranged.

Connor takes my head leading me into the bedroom in the back of the plane.

-  So, want to join the club?
-  Yes.
-  Good.

Connor lifts me onto the bed, and I wrap my legs around him. I unbutton his shirt and pull it off his rolling biceps. He rips open my blouse and slides his hands up my back, unfastening my bra.

- Tell me how you want me.
- Like this, for now.

I slide my hands down his chest, over his rippling abs, and unbutton his pants, pulling them down with my legs. Connor kisses me. His tongue presses against mine.

- I always love the way you taste.
- I love the way you feel.

He slides my panties down with one hand while grabbing my neck and pulling me closer with the other. He lifts his dick into me and thrusts forward. I moan with pleasure as he fondles my breasts, moving his mouth from my lips to my neck.

- I want you to come this time too.
-  Anything you want, Princess.

Connor playfully grins as he plunges deeper into me, his hands moving down to my legs, pulling me onto him. His cock continues to quiver through my apex like a firework waiting to explode.

-  Do something for me, Bailey.
-  Anything.
-  Turn around.
-   Okay.

Before I have a chance to think, Connor spins me around. His hands follow the curves of my back as he enters me from behind.

- You like it like this?
-  One of many ways.
-  Please keep it going.
-  As you wish.

Connor pushes his rod deeper into me. He slides his hands from my back to my chest and thrusts faster. Connor gently bites my shoulder and runs his tongue along my back, kissing every inch of me. My hands grip the bed sheets the harder he plunges into me, each time more gratifying than the last. Connor moans loudly, and I lean back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

-  You turn to come for me.
-  I will.

Connor thrusts harder and faster, his hands cupped around my chest, mine around his neck. I moan once more as the pleasure is about to erupt out of me.

- I’m going to come.
- Me too.
- Keep going, feels so good.

Connor jolts into me one last time and releases his pleasure like an erupting volcano. I release a hushed shriek as he slowly pulls himself out of me. Connor leans forward and kisses my shoulder.

- That was…
- Amazing?
- Spectacular.  

He intertwines his fingers with mine as he lingers behind me. Connor fiddles with my wedding ring.

- Your wedding ring.
- What about it?
- Take it off.

I slip it off.

- You’re mine now.