Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
At least that’s what I tell myself as I go after her.
I open the door to the tiny restroom and see her leaning against the little sink. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
“W-why are you here?” she asks, her voice breaking.
“You look like you need me. Am I wrong?”
She doesn’t answer immediately, and I can almost hear the gears grinding in her head. She’s not sure she can trust me. Fair enough. I don’t think I’d trust me either, especially since she’s just awakened some kind of beast in me. A beast that wants to have her. A beast I never knew existed. If she needs help with her virginity, it has to be me. Only me. I’ll squeeze the life out of any other guy who comes near her.
I clear my throat. “I came to help you with your problem.”
“What? Are you going to land this plane from the bathroom?”
“No, baby girl. Not that problem. The other one.”
“I don’t know what you…” I see her expression change as she remembers what she said earlier. Flush creeps across her chest and cheeks, and her mouth opens but no words come out. She just looks at me.
“You may not know this, but sometimes, one of the fastest ways to stop a panic attack is distraction.”
“W-what do you mean?”
I lean forward, brushing my lips along her earlobe and feeling her shudder. “Take your mind off things. You want me to do that?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Well, do you want me to leave?”
“No!”
“There’s your answer.”
I pull back, and just then, she grabs my collar and crushes her lips to mine. Good girl.
She parts her lips, inviting my tongue to explore the inside of her mouth, so I reach down and squeeze her tits. She arches her back and I grab her left thigh and pull it up to my waist so she can feel my thick cock against the crotch of her jeans. She lets out a tiny whimper as I grind against her. My hands explore every inch of her perfect body as we remain lip-locked, and I begin to understand the allure of the Mile High Club.
It’s time to close this deal. I open her jeans and slide my hands inside, feeling her firm, round ass with one hand while I open my pants with the other. I’m so close I can already feel what it’ll be like to be inside her.
I grab my cock and pull it free. She looks down at it and her eyes grow wide. She doesn’t push me away. Instead, she licks her lips. Jesus. I start to pull her jeans down and…
BANG, BANG, BANG! The flight attendance shouts through the door, “You need to return to your seats. You were told to remain seated.”
The girl's hands fly to her mouth, and I snap my eyes shut, frustration rolling over me in waves. Fine. It’s fine. It’s not like I’m letting her go. This is not the last time I’m going to see her.
“If you don’t come out, I’ll have no choice but to override the door. You don’t want to be banned from flying with us, do you?”
“We need to go,” the girl whispers, eyes darting to the door.
She adjusts her jeans and waits for me to put my cock away, refusing to look at me. I open the door, and she hangs her head low, slipping past the flight attendant. I follow her, but I take my time walking back to my seat. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about even if it’s something I’ve never done or even considered doing.
The sun is streaming through the windows now. We’ve ridden out the storm, and the turbulence has subsided.
“Congratulations,” I say as I take my seat. “Looks like we aren’t going to die.”
The girl resumes staring out the window and ignoring me, so I recline my seat and close my eyes again, hoping the throbbing tension in my groin will settle down before we land.
I open my eyes once or twice to check on her. Her panic must have taken a toll on her because she sleeps through the rest of the flight. Or maybe she doesn’t want us to talk about it.
Probably the latter. Doesn’t matter. She’s not getting away from me.
We land and I rise from my seat. I pull the girl's backpack from the overhead and hand it to her before retrieving my laptop bag. As I do, she slips out of the row ahead of me and darts toward the front of the plane.
Is she trying to run from me? I chuckle, thinking that our little interlude may have embarrassed the hell out of her. She can run all she wants, but I’m gonna find her.
As I make my way to the baggage claim, I call my driver to confirm that he’s waiting outside, but I cut the call short when I see her waiting to collect her things.