Riding Mile High
Chapter 1
He loved her moans. It was the best part about her. He loved playing her like an instrument, creating a beautiful melody. He had fucked countless women in his past, but none of them could moan quite like Nicole. She was something else. Not only was she great in the sack, but she was also a superb employee.
Jetson, the man currently fucking Nicole’s brains out, was the son of Armando Suarez. Armando Suarez was the sole owner of Armando Airlines, an airline company that catered to the rich and famous. Due to his success, his son lived a life of luxury. He had everything he could ever want: cars, fancy apartments, women, fame, you name it.
But, Jetson wasn’t a freeloader. He worked for all that he had. Jetson was a pilot. He was very skilled for the young age of twenty-five. For this reason, his father trusted him with any of the airline’s planes. Jetson, however, had a favorite, and it was, of course, a jet. #52 was a sleek, luxury jet meant for transporting a single VIP. #52 was his pride and joy. Jetson could pilot that jet with his eyes closed. Plus, with state-of-the-art autopilot technology, the jet practically flew itself.
And that was exactly what #52 was doing right now. Jetson had turned on the autopilot as soon as it was safe to do so, not wanting to waste one, precious minute. He had a lovely stewardess waiting for him. He wanted her and wanted her bad. He would be damned if he didn’t give it to her, hard. He would be damned if he landed #52 without banging his sweet stewardess in more ways than one.
Which is why, at that exact moment, he was tearing off Nicole’s sexy, little uniform. He kissed her neck, extracting those intoxicating moans from behind her lips. His lips pressed firmly against her soft skin, his teeth gently nipping at her delicate skin.
Nicole loved the feeling of his lips on her skin and wanted more, much more. Before Jetson could react, she took control, pinning him against the wall, ripping off his uniform. She pulled him closer, wrapping his tie around her fist and tugging on it as she fell back into one of the seats so that he would fall down on top of her.
Jetson instead took his chance and pounced on her. He started biting her neck as his hands traveled up her skirt. They quickly found her silk underwear, a pair he had bought for her. He smirked with pride before suddenly ripping them off her body. He would just buy her another pair later. The thought of her working the rest of the flight without them was too good to resist.
Nicole was excited too. She loved her job. She loved flying, but most of all, she loved Jetson. He was sexy and she couldn’t get enough of him. It was like an addiction she couldn’t kick, and every time she saw him her need only grew stronger and stronger. Luckily, at least, she could count on them getting it on any time they were in the air together, just like they were right now.
Right now, she could feel his hands all over her naked body. Foreplay was long gone. It was time to get to work. With both of them naked and with her straddling him, they both knew it was about to get hot and heavy. She could have continued to tease him for hours, maybe a little lap dance, or tiny, unsatisfying kisses, but they both needed each other, now. They couldn’t wait.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Niki.” Jetson smirked and without further notice, he plunged himself into her soaking pussy. In a moment, he was balls deep inside of her. All Nicole could do was moan as she dug her nails into his back while she arched her own back in pleasure, trying to adjust to the beast that had just rammed itself inside of her.
She was used to Jetson’s roughness by now. She had been his stewardess for five, amazing years. She loved being a proud member of the mile-high club. Nicole looked at Jetson now, her hands around his neck as she bounced up and down on his throbbing member. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. However, it would take many more positions and a lot more sex in order to satisfy either one of them.
Nicole and Jetson were honestly perfect for each other. If they hadn’t gone into the airline business, they would have been perfect porn stars. They could honestly go at it for days.
Jetson, now, had Nicole bent over her serving cart, pumping into her, in and out like a piston. He was being rough with her and she loved it. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Nicole could only moan louder and louder, filling the whole jet with her sweet sounds. Jetson continued to ram into her, harder and harder until her breasts were bright red, raw from rubbing against the cart.
Nicole didn’t care. She didn’t care if she would be sore for a month. She wanted more. “Mmm, Jetson, let’s do it on the bar next.” He nodded before carrying her to the bar and setting her down on the counter. Nicole’s legs instantly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as his tongue went to work on her eager pussy. He licked and licked, playing her like an instrument, making her moan even louder. He couldn’t get enough of her moans.
To Nicole’s dismay, her moment of pleasure was quickly over. Jetson pulled her down from the bar before pushing her onto her knees. She knew exactly what this meant and got right to work. Her soft lips wrapped around him as her hot mouth engulfed his raging member. She continued to suck him for all she was worth. She could feel his fingers wrap around her hair, urging her to go faster and harder.
Before she knew it, Jetson had thrown her down on all fours. She knew what this meant. They would be done soon. “Fuck. I’m all out of condoms. Looks like I have to go bareback tonight.” He slammed into her tight hole, making her back arch and her toes curl. He didn’t stop until he blew his load. He didn’t bother to ask if she was on the pill.