Page 29 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

I’ve arranged for the plane to be decorated with rose petals and soft lighting, and before I sit down, I put on a Chris Isaak station on Spotify. I look out the window until I see my car drive up to the airstrip, and see Emelia step out.

She’s dressed for the occasion in another stunning, tiny dress hugging her body and showing off all of her curves. The sight of her round ass makes my cock twitch in my pants, undoubtedly the desired effect. This time it’s a yellow dress, and I find myself wondering if she has one in every color.

Her honey brown hair falls down over her shoulders in waves, and I can see she’s wearing Nonna’s pearls. Those would have to come off for safekeeping before I act out exactly what I’ve been planning to do to her for the past twenty-four hours.

“This is amazing,” she says as she walks in and sees me, her voice barely a whisper, clearly surprised.

“You’re amazing,” I reply, and take her hand, pulling her onto the couch to sit next to me. I take her face in my hands and kiss her softly at first, but then more deeply, groaning into her throat.

I’m already hard, which seems to be happening so easily lately. But I want her to savor every moment of this flight. I want to see her green eyes glaze over with desire and watch her body erupt with pleasure.

Gently, I lay her down on the couch, and she wraps her legs around me, but I unwrap them and lay them down flat. She stares up at me, clearly nervous but full of trust.

“Don’t move,” I whisper into her ear as I unclasp the pearls and put them up on a shelf above our heads. Then I move to her feet, sitting down on the couch and slipping off her heels.

I massage her tiny feet, before sliding my hands up to her thighs. She moans slightly as I grab her panties and pull them off, taking a look at the smallest lace thong I’ve ever laid eyes on. I smirk at her, and she blushes.

Pushing her dress up, I bury my face in between her thighs, using both my fingers and tongue to stroke, lick, and enter her. She continues moaning, and I hear her breath coming out shorter, faster, even louder.

I keep the same tempo, my fingers entering her at a steady rhythm, my tongue moving over her clit, until her legs tighten around my ears, her hands grab at my hair, and I hear her exclaim, “Fuck, yes!”

I come up for air, smiling down at her. “Good girl,” I say, helping her to sit up and finally free the rest of her body from the dress. Once it’s off, my mouth goes around her right breast, my hand massaging the left. She grips onto my head and pulls me even closer to her, moaning with pleasure.

Quickly, I strip off my own clothes, keeping our lips locked for as much of the time as possible. Emelia helps to unbutton my shirt and then undo my belt buckle.

She strokes my groin, but I move her hand away. If she starts playing with that now, this will all be over much sooner than I want it to be.

“Patience, love.” I say to her. “This flight is hours long…let’s enjoy it.”

We move off the couch as I bend her over the small writing table in the middle of the plane. Standing behind her, I slide my fingers into her, arching them upwards to find her G-spot.

“Oh my god!” she almost shouts. I laugh and clamp my other hand over her mouth. I’d prefer the pilot focus on flying us safely, and not get distracted by this delicious, naked woman out here.

I tease her for a little bit before pulling my fingers out and lining the head of my dick up with her pussy. I push in just the tip and hold steady for a moment. Then I let go of her mouth so I can hold onto her hips from both sides and slam into her. I fuck her harder and faster with every moan that escapes her.

“Fuck yes… I’m cuming…” she cries out, and I grab onto her hair, pulling slightly, causing her to arch her back and feel me even deeper inside her.

She comes and collapses on the table, still bent over. I give her a moment to breathe before I pick her naked body up over my shoulder and take her to one of the single seats next to the window.

I sit back down next to her and move her body so that she’s sitting on my lap, positioning her over my cock. She sits down slowly, her back arching and mouth opening, taking me in.

Once she finds a comfortable rhythm, she grips my shoulders and I let her ride me at her own pace. We’re both making enough noise for the pilot to hear us, but I hardly care at this point.

I can feel I’m about to cum, and I bury my head in her chest and bite down slowly, clutching at her back. She seems to understand, quickening her pace. I feel her walls tighten around my dick and we both reach this final climax together.

By the time we land, we've gone several more rounds and we’re both panting and sweating, but smiling at each other.

We dress quickly and then head to the restaurant for a slow, luxurious dinner. Once the bill is paid, I tell Emelia that I need to take an important business call and I leave her for a fifteen minutes chatting with the bartender as she finishes her last cocktail.

On our way back home, sitting in the jet, I pull out a bag that I bought while in Paris. “Em, when I had to take that call I went for a little stroll and I got you a gift.”

“A gift?" she asks. “After everything you’ve already given me tonight?”

She takes the bag and gasps when she sees what's inside. It’s a limited edition La Patron perfume.

“For your collection,” I say.

“Thank you!” she squeals, hopping up and placing a kiss on my lips.

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