6
Kiernan
“Fuck, Helena,” I shout as I fill her pussy with my seed. Her sweet girlcum has drenched the couch, my balls, and my thighs, causing me to cum so hard inside her. I thought taking her cherry was going to be the highlight of my life, but this, this right here, is fucking unheard of. It’s everywhere. I ease off of her delicate throat. I can’t tell if she is red from lack of oxygen or embarrassment, maybe both. I slide out of her and watch the rush of cum that flows out. Damn, that’s sexy. Using my fingers, I push it back inside of her, where it belongs. Her moan tells me that she can handle more. I pull those out of her and my cum stays put this time.
“Um, wow. That was… That was amazing,” she says, sitting up.
“It was,” I say leaning down and kissing her. My cock is level with her hands. I am still a bit sensitive when her hand wraps around my still hard cock. Her soft, warm mouth wraps around the head of my dick. “What are you doing, babe?” She pulls her mouth off of me to answer.
“Cleaning you up,” she says smiling. Her eyes connect with mine as she takes my entire length down her throat. Fuck. That’s amazing. I wrap her hair around my fist, tugging hard. She moans, looking down, I see her fingers frantically dancing over her clit. She is getting off while she sucks me.
“Fuck, that is so hot,” I say. “Pull off, if you don’t want to swallow this.” She sucks me harder. I move my hips, until she gags. I am fucking her throat at this point, and we are both loving it. “That’s it, take my cock. Good girl.” Her eyes are watering, but still, she doesn’t stop. I fill her mouth.
“Mmm. Thank you, husband.” Whoa. She is thanking me for letting her suck me off? I am a lucky fucking man indeed.
“Anytime, wife. Any fucking time,” I say. We are interrupted by the chime of the intercom.
“This is your co-pilot, Ray, speaking. We are making our descent into Atlanta. We should be landing within the next twenty minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts. Marco also radioed. He is waiting for you on the tarmac.” I reach over and push the button that allows me to speak with the cockpit.
“Very good, Ray. Thanks for getting us home safely.”
“No problem, sir.”
When I turn back, Helena already has her bra and panties on again. She is turning her dress right side and then that’s on as well. I swallow thickly. I hate that she is covering herself, but I know she must. I find my boxers and pants, then my shoes. Lastly, I put my shirt back on. She sits back down, buckling her seatbelt, and I do the same.
“I love you,” she blurts out when I grab her hand as the plane starts landing. “Oh shit, that’s crazy. Forget I said that,” she mumbles.
“I won’t be doing that, Helena. As it turns out, I love you too. Crazy or not.” She smiles. I lean over and kiss her. My tongue dancing with hers. I sit back in the seat as the plane touches down.
“I never gave much thought as to what I’d tell my family about us.”
“Just tell them you fell in love and got married. They don’t need to know anything else.”
“True. Is that what you are going to tell yours?”
“Yes. They will be pleased. My mother has been harping about grandkids for years.”
“How old are you? I just realized I don’t know shit about you.”
“I’m thirty-three,” I say laughing.
“Middle name?”
“Finnegan. You?”
“Ooh, super Irish. Scarlett is my middle name.”
“Okay, when’s your birthday?”
“February twenty-sixth. You?”
“January eighteenth.” I nod. “What about-”
“Listen, baby, we have the rest of our lives to figure all these things out,” I say cutting her off.
“I know, but we should at least know the basics.”
“I love you and you love me. What else do we need to know right this second?”
“I guess you're right,” she says. Jeanette comes back out and opens the aircraft door. I kiss her before we stand up. She slides her cute little feet back into her shoes. I grab my jacket and hand over her purse.
“Have a good evening, Mr. O’Toole,” she says smiling at me and completely ignoring Helena. “Please, let me know if I can do anything else for you,” she says boldly touching my chest this time. She's being completely inappropriate. I will be taking this up with her supervisor.
“Are you sure I can have anything I want?” Helena asks me.
“I'm sure. Why?” She just smiles smugly.
“You're fired, Jeanette,” Helena says with an air of authority. She has definitely fired someone before.
“What? You can't fire me,” Jeanette exclaims.
“Actually she can, and I believe that she did, so you're definitely fired.”
I grab her hand and we disembark from the plane.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stand her,” she says.
“No, it’s fine babe. She would probably have gotten fired after I brought this to her supervisor.”
“Okay, that makes me feel a little better.”
“Hello sir, ma’am. Welcome home. Where to this evening?” I check my watch. It’s after ten.
“We will go to the penthouse,” I say, helping her into the car.
“Marco, this is my wife, Helena. Helena our main driver, Marco.”
“Pleasure, ma’am.”
“Nice to meet you too,” she says snuggling into me.
“Take us home,” I say.
Ten minutes later, we pull up outside the building.
“What are we doing here? How did you know where I live?”
“You live here?” I ask.
“Yeah. I live on the second floor.”
“I live in the penthouse, sixtieth floor.”
“Are you kidding me? How have we never seen each other,” she asks.
“I wasn’t looking for you, but now that I have seen you, I can’t imagine not noticing you. You are so damn beautiful.”
“Charmer,” she says laughing. She climbs out of the car. We head into the building.
“Do you need anything from your place tonight?”
“Maybe some pajamas,” she says.
“You won’t be needing those, my love,” I say as we get in the elevator. “Not tonight, anyway.”
I spend the rest of the night loving my wife.
I had every intention of finding a wife today, I just had no idea I would instantly love her.
Who knew good things could happen to assholes.