Page 19 of Devil May Cry

“Are you afraid?” he questioned me with a laugh. I was slightly.

I could only nod my head a little, as he titled my chin up with his hand to look into his hypnotizing eyes.

“I want to show you some of my world,” he said as he brought his lips to mine for a quick kiss.

“And that means we have to get on a plane,” I laughed nervously as I looked around, “and you being…who you are, how do I even fit this?” I questioned with my eyebrow raised. My mind is picturing him being hounded by paparazzi, running around and now my face across tabloids.

“Alexia,” he demanded, “just relax and enjoy,” he told me as he pulled me up out of my seat. I hate planes, always have. I can feel the plane rolling and my knuckles are white holding on to the couch.

“We can’t get up when the plane is moving,” I shouted at him as I tried to hold the couch side.

“On my plane, I do whatever the hell I want,” he told me as he continued pulling me away. I am pulled down a small hallway to a bedroom in the back of the plane. It is small with just a large bed taking up most of the space.

“Kyle,” I yelled out as I looked around. The plane turned, and I gripped his shoulders to keep myself steady. He laughed at my reaction.

“It’s the perfect time now,” he mused as he started removing my shirt. I had to let go of his shoulders to let it slide over my head.

“Oh God, we cannot. Your staff will hear us!” I yelled as he covered my mouth with his own. He took advantage of my gaping mouth sliding his tongue in to dance with mine. Putty, I am putty in his expert hands.

“Get up on the bed,” he demanded as he pulled back from me. I got on and tried to grip the blanket covered bed, not that it would hold me there.

He did not say another word, as he suddenly had a strap from the ceiling around each of my wrists. My eyes widened as I looked up at him. He unzipped the side of my skirt and slid it off my ankles with little effort.

“Hold on tight,” he demanded. The loops were loose, not confining but it gave me something to hold onto.

“Mr. Cain, we are ready for takeoff,” is announced over the speaker in the room from what I am assuming is the pilot. He hit an intercom on the wall to respond.

“All set back here,” he answered gruffly. My eyes are wide as I look around with so many thoughts running a mile an hour through my mind. Does he bring all his conquests here?

“My staff have all signed NDA’s,” he tells me as he hits a button to raise the straps. My arms are lifted over my head, pulling my torso slightly with it.

“Relax, Alexia. My mind has wanted to have you here. I just never thought I would,” he told me as he pulled my knees apart.

“This where the Kyle Cain fan club comes to party?” I sassed as he kissed up my leg.

“No one has ever been here but you,” his tone brooked no arguments, “relax, it’s taken off time,” he said as his mouth came up to my center. From my position, all I could do was watch him, as I felt the plane jostle around slightly. Our speed was increasing. My no panties policy was proving better and better.

He was ferocious as he attacked my pussy, already wet from our time together earlier. He lapped at our shared juices as they leaked out of me. I wanted to grab his head, but I did not want to let go of the straps tethering me to the plane. It was heaven and hell as I felt my body climbing to orgasm so quickly.

“Kyle…fuck,” I moaned out. My hips lifted to move with him. He pulled my legs over his shoulders as my legs opened wider.

“Jesus Christ, Alexia,” he moaned into my center as I rode my hips up and down his tongue. My mind no longer tethered to this plane as I felt us leave the ground.

“Yes…fuck my fucking pussy with that tongue,” I screamed out. My head was thrown back as he lifted my hips higher. The angle change had me ready to cum as I felt the quickening of my pussy lips.

“Cum in my mouth, I want you coated on my tongue,” he told me as he closed his mouth over me and sucked.

I detonated, suddenly seeing stars around the room as my vision blurred. I came so hard I squirted into his mouth. He eagerly lapped at my orgasm as I came down to reality. I felt the plane had leveled out as we flew.

“Take your mind off takeoff?” he winked as he pulled his face away and looked up at me.

My chest heaved as I looked down at his swirling blue eyes.

“Is that what this was?” I laughed out catching my breath. He just laughed as he put my legs back down and hit the button to lower the straps. My body was back in bed, I looked up as he removed his suit. I watched him for a moment before I sat up.

“Kyle Cain’s friendly skies are a little different,” he told me as he undid his shirt slowly exposing all his delicious ink I wanted to trace with my tongue.

“Indeed,” I laughed in response. A girl could fly no other way.

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