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I grunted. “Do you think I’ve gotten this far in life by being afraid?”
Jasper turned his head slightly and studied me. He must have been wondering if he’d underestimated me.
I unbuckled his pants. Nothing was going to stop me, and he would see it in how determined my hands were. I unzipped.
“Joe—privacy,”Jasper ordered. I had his cock in my hand. “Now.” He thumbed over his shoulder as my hand went up and down his beautiful dick. “Attendants—in the kitchen.”
The flight attendants sailed past us, careful to not look at me getting on my knees.
“Babe…” He rested his head back against the soft leather seat. “What the fuck are you doing?” His protest sounded feeble.
My mouth couldn’twait a second longer. “Um…” I moaned once his cock was against my tongue. He had grabbed two handfuls of my hair as my mouth bobbed up and down. His silky saltiness filled my taste buds. I had never enjoyed giving blowjobs, but hearing him suck air as my tongue rounded his fat tip made me hot. “Um…” My mouth worked faster. Teeth restrained, I stuffed him deeper down my throat.
“Oh shit,baby,” he said breathlessly.
I sucked his tip, swirling my tongue around his slippery head, and then sank him deep into my throat again.
“Oh…” He shivered. “Oh!” he cried.
I felt his warm milk in my mouth. I’d never swallowed before, but every part of me wanted so much more of Jasper in my body. So I drank every drop of him.
He stuffed his softened dick back into hispants then guided me upward and set me on his lap. His tongue plunged into my mouth, seizing mine. My head spun like a top as we kissed. My pussy longed to have his manhood inside me, but I knew he had given me all he had. It would be a while before Jasper was up and ready again—at least an hour.
“We’re scheduled for takeoff in five,” the captain announced.
I chuckled in Jasper’smouth.
“Shit, baby. I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“You came fast,” I said.
“I know. I was way too turned on to last longer. I wanted to come as soon as I was in your mouth.”
I smoldered, looking into his eyes. “Then let’s do it again soon.”
“You’d better believe it.” He grabbed my hair, tilted my head back, and kissed me deeply.
We kissed strongbut not long. Once his lips abandoned mine, he used the call button to let the captain know we were ready to take to the skies. The flight attendants were back, smiling as though Jasper hadn’t cleared them out of the cabin so that he could get a blowjob from his girlfriend. And not even a small part of me was embarrassed by what we had done. They closed the doors and let us know the breakfast preparedby Chef Bartholomew would be served once we reached cruising altitude. Naturally, I was surprised to be partaking in Chef Bart’s delicious cuisine.
I looked at Jasper with excitement. “Really?”
“He’s in the kitchen,” Jasper said and instructed the flight attendant to bring my computer.
“My computer?” I asked.
“Yes. We should be back at the compound tonight, but thisis a four-hour flight. I wanted you to have it, especially if our plans change yet again.”
I felt myself beaming as the flight attendant, smiling like a Disney princess, handed me my computer case. Jasper let me know that as soon as we reached cruising altitude, I would have an Internet connection. I took a moment to recall the early days, when I would have done anything not to connectto his Internet service.Boy, have we come a long way.
Soon the aircraft was darting down the runway. When we reach cruising altitude, I powered up my MacBook Pro. Bart had personally served us strawberry crepes with scrambled eggs and croissants with various kinds of jams. I ate alone. Jasper had joined the security guy in a private room to discuss their business. It had been two dayssince I’d drunk a good cup of coffee, so the flight attendants kept my cup filled to the brim with a hot, delicious Salvadoran light roast. I had a lot of emails to answer, many from Kylie but, surprisingly, none from Rachel. Kylie might have not been a real friend, but Rachel was. Also, according to Kylie, Rachel wanted to hire me back after that debacle withThe Rochester Report. I created anew message with the subjectQuestionand addressed it to Rachel:I was told you wanted to hire me back. Is that correct?
I didn’t even write my name at the bottom. Once that was done, I went on to look at some stories that a few editors wondered if I was interested in. To my surprise, there was a message from Dennis, asking if I had investigated the story regarding the Christmases.
I typed,No, I haven’t. Why do you ask?
My eyebrows rose when I saw that Rachel had replied to me right away. Interestingly, her answer was almost the same as mine to Dennis, except far more brisk:No. Why are you asking?
I typed,Just asking. Thanks for confirming. Good luck.
