Page 76 of Amore
“You will.”
“When?”
“You’ll know.”
Frankie stared at me for several moments. “Who else knows about this because I don’t believe you can tell the pilot to change the manifest.”
“Emily,” I replied.
“My assistant Emily?”
I nodded.
“So, you—”
I placed a finger over her lips. “Just go with it, okay?”
She looked into my eyes then finally replied, “All right.” A few moments later, she asked, “Do my parents know we’re coming?” She was clearly unable to stop her questioning.
“They do,” I confirmed.
“Really?”
“I didn’t think we should come all this way just to see my family. And the flight to Nashville is less than two hours.” Emily contacted Frankie’s folks to let them know we were coming and so they could possibly help with the surprise. After all, it was their backyard we needed to get into. “Plus, we have no house to go home to, so we might as well take a brief detour.”
Frankie probably assumed going to see her family was the surprise. It wasn’t.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid onto my lap. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Lucas Davenport.”
She had no idea.
“Eh. It was nothing.”
She leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Do you want to join the mile-high club now?”
I swallowed, peeking around her shoulder to where the flight attendant stood making our drinks. “Do you?”
“I do.” She pressed her lips to mine then called to the flight attendant. “Sandra. Forget the drinks and go sit with the pilot, would ya?”
“Yes, Ms. Borelli.”
As soon as the pilot let the flight attendant into the cockpit, Frankie slid off my lap and started to unbuckle my belt. My hands went to the armrests as she pulled down the zipper of my shorts and pulled my dick out from the slit of my boxers. She looked up at me with her honey-colored eyes and sucked in a breath as she licked the underside of my hardening shaft.
Frankie continued licking her way up until she reached the head. She hollowed her cheeks and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked, adding her hand around my girth. I threaded my hand in her long brown hair, guiding her as she bobbed up and down, working me until I was hard as a rock.
“How’s the mile-high club?” she asked, twisting her hand up and down before licking the slit.
“Pretty damn good.”
She moved in a rhythm, engulfing me deep in her throat and back, her hand twisting up and down, and before I knew it, I was going to come.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I praised.
Frankie didn’t stop at all, going faster and sucking the tip harder with each pop of her mouth.
“Christ,” I bit out, and with a few more sucks, I held her head still and shot my cum down her throat.
She stood, wiping her mouth, and pulled her panties down her legs. Straddling me, she sank down on my semi-hard length. It responded immediately, getting hard again, and Frankie rode me as the plane got closer to our destination.
