Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 33

She stared at the clouds in the blue sky. "Hayden, do you know what I miss most?"

"What's that?"

"Going skiing with my parents. We went on our last ski trip when I was fourteen for Christmas. It was right before my mother became ill. It was the best Christmas ever." Her voice trembled while she spoke.

I knew she was crying. I pulled Lydia into my arms. "Baby, we will create new memories. When we do, I want you to share something about your mother each time." Her head felt like a weight against my chest. She just let herself go to me. It was the kind of weight I was willing to carry forever.

"Let's go into the bedroom and take a nap for a few hours," I whispered.

She nodded her head. I retrieved tissues from the custom side seat pocket. I wiped her beautiful face dry. The way her heather gray eyes stared into mine made me want to marry her on the spot. Everyone in the world would tell me I am fucking crazy. I don't care. Lydia is going to be my wife.

Holding Lydia's hand, I led her into the bedroom in the back of the plane. Arodia awkwardly smiled at me. I locked the bedroom door behind Lydia and me. After removing her shoes, I removed mine. Quietly, I held Lydia in my arms. She studied my face. Her fingers swiped through the single hair hanging in my face intermingling it with the rest of my black hair. Her eyes stared at my lips for a long time. I crushed her lips with mine. A moan escaped her from deep within. I hungered for her taste.

LYDIA

I wanted all of Hayden. His ocean blue eyes saw my heart. His lips intertwined with mine as if he's been searching for me for years and finally found me and will never let me go. Hayden is my heart. Do I tell him? Or do I wait? It's too soon, right? Hayden stripped my jeans and panties from my body like a cave man. My fingers pushed his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

"Hayden, we shouldn't. She'll hear me."

His sex glazed eyes told me he didn't care. "Alright baby, one second."

Hayden grabbed his cell off the night stand. Sam Hunt's music began to play. I smiled.

Hayden in turn smiled. "I never asked you what kind of music you liked. I'm happy we both like this artist."

Grabbing Hayden by his neck, I pulled his body flush against mine. Unbuckling his jeans, I shoved them down his legs, he kicked them off. Thankfully, he didn't remove his boxers. My virginity would have been conquered in a matter of minutes. He unclasped my bra, sliding it up over my breasts. I wanted our first time to be private and special. Hayden's lips dragged down my neck to my nipples. The warmth of his mouth around my areola made my pussy clench.

"I have to taste you now." Hayden slid down my belly. His lips fell against my pussy.

"God, Hayden!"

"I don't know if I will be able to ever get enough of you. You taste so fucking sweet. I love this virgin pussy," he growled.

"My virgin pussy." His eyes met mine briefly. He was drunk off of me again.

Hayden began to pull back as he came. I gripped his hips, swallowing all of his cum. His finger stroked my asshole a few more times until we both gave out. We stood on our knees staring at each other. I licked my lips. Hayden pushed his tongue into my mouth, intertwining our tongues. I pulled back falling against the fluffy pillows. Hayden fell beside me wrapping me in his arms. I stroked his chest until I fell asleep.

Feels like we've been flying all day. I glanced at Hayden's steel gray faced watch. The band was blue, red and white. The expensive Hublot appeared perfect on his arm. I almost forgot to check the time. It's 11:13 a.m. We should be landing soon where ever we are going. I'm not sure why I would let a man take me out of the country and not tell me our destination. I'll ask the flight attendant. Hayden slept so peaceful. I will let him sleep.

Standing in the bathroom mirror, I fixed my hair. I decided to remove the ponytail holder and let my blonde tresses hang around my shoulders. I washed my sticky pussy. My eyes closed. I wanted him to make me cum again. Hayden has already desecrated me for any others. There isn't another man out there for me. After gliding the matte pink lipstick across my lips, I quietly slipped out of the bathroom through the bedroom into the kitchen galley of the plane.

"Hello Arodia," I smiled.

She smirked, clearing her throat. "Ms. Carmichael." She held her hands in front of her.

"Is something wrong?"

"I've just never known Mr. Gaster to bring any of his women on his business trips."

"I'm not in the category with the other women. If they still exist, they aren't getting much of his time, because he and I are always together."