Blessed (The Dark Billionaire, #7) (5 page)

“Wait until you land, okay? You’ll thank me later.”

“How long is it going to be? The flight?”

“About six hours.”

“Oh my God, six hours! That’s long!”

“Not if you sleep. You’ll have dinner immediately after you take-off and you can take a shower. Then, all you have to do is close your eyes and let the crew take care of the rest.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep in the plane. I hate it. Plus, I’m very tight and sore, Bruce. I worked non-stop every single night for two weeks to be available for you. I expected to be in bed or in a bathtub tonight...”

“My massage therapist should be on board with you.”

Sweet Jesus! She thought. She was going to have a massage in the air. How cool was that?

“Is it a joke?” She said, pretending she didn’t care.

“No, of course not.”

“I don’t believe you. Why would she come with us?”

“She has a family thing to do in France.”

France? That was awesome...

“So we’re going to France...” she said, proud of herself.

“God damn it, Jen! You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Maybe...”

“All right, I’m going to hang up. You spoiled everything. There’s no surprise anymore...”

Jennifer smiled and giggled. “I love you. See you there. And
bon voyage
!”

When Jennifer boarded, she was greeted by the cabin crew which consisted of two women. Of course, Bruce wouldn’t let her travel alone with men - except the pilot. There was someone else inside, a middle aged black woman who stood up when she saw Jennifer.

“Mrs. Wilson, I’m Erica,” she said. “I’m the massage therapist.”

“Hello Erica. You won’t believe how much I love you. You’re the most important person in the world to me. I need a massage, right now!”

Erica laughed and shook her hand. Jennifer felt her firm grip and her soft skin. She immediately knew that she was a pro and that it would be amazing.

“I think we’ll have to take off first but I’ll take care of you immediately after,” Erica said with a warm smile.

Jennifer took a seat and kicked off her shoes. A flight attendant arrived with two glasses of champagne; one for Jennifer, and one for Erica. It was delicious and Jen asked for a second one. She started to feel dizzy when the private jet took off. She felt stuck to her seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax. France, she thought. What a dream destination. It was definitely the best country in the world to fall in love over and over again. It wasn’t a surprise anymore but Jennifer couldn’t wait.

The flight attendant finally came back and told her that they had reached the cruising speed. She unbuckled her seat belt and asked for another glass of champagne. Now she felt really comfortable. Erica stood up and unfolded a portable massage table. She looked at Jennifer and smiled. “Shall we?” Erica said.

Hell yeah.

W
hen Jennifer opened her eyes, she noticed that she could see the ocean. They were not flying over the clouds anymore, indicating that they were probably approaching their final destination. She stretched and got on her feet to take a good look at the beautiful scene outside the window. But then, she noticed that they were very close to the shore and the private jet was clearly going down. She frowned and thought for a minute. It couldn’t be Paris. Indeed, the capital of France wasn’t located that close to the ocean. In fact, it wasn’t close to water at all. Where were they going? Jennifer called a flight attendant.

“Excuse-me, I thought we were going to Paris but it seems like we’re not. Do you know where we are headed?”

“Yes, Ma’am. We’re going to land at Nice Côte d’Azur Airport in less than fifteen minutes. Would you like anything?”

Nice? The French Riviera, she thought. It was even better. Jennifer had had more than enough glasses of champagne the previous night and decided it was time to calm down. She simply asked for water. Twenty minutes later, they finally touched the ground and Jennifer walked out of the private jet. She still had no idea what to expect and looked for Bruce. There was a car on the tarmac, apparently waiting for her. It was black BMW and the driver opened the door as soon as he saw her coming.

“Mrs. Wilson? Welcome to Nice. I hope you enjoyed your flight,” he said with a French accent.

“Thank you. I imagine that I’m supposed to follow you, right?”

“Yes, please. Mr. Wilson is waiting for you.”

Finally, she thought. She appreciated the surprise but she had waited long enough. She was dying to see him and didn’t hide her excitement.

“And where is he?” She asked.

“He’s waiting for you at the heliport.”

“The heliport? We’re going to travel again?”

“It’s not far from here, don’t worry. We’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

Jennifer got in the luxurious sedan and crossed her legs. She could even extend them if she wanted to and felt small in the massive car. She had taken a shower in the plane and changed clothes. The flight attendant had given her a simple white dress and Jennifer wasn’t surprise to find out that it was exactly her size; another delicate attention from Bruce.

The ride from the airport was very short indeed. Jennifer could already see the heliport where only one helicopter was stationed. The car circled around it and finally eased to a stop. The driver opened the door and Jennifer squinted. She was facing the Mediterranean Sea and was blinded by the reflection of the sun on the water. There was nobody except the pilot. Damn it, she thought. Was Bruce going to play with her again?

“I don’t see Mr. Wilson,” she told the driver.

He smiled and extended his arm, pointing at the helicopter with his finger. “He’s here, like I told you.”

“I only see the pilot.”

“Well, that’s him.”

Jennifer was speechless. Bruce knew how to pilot a helicopter? She ran to make sure this wasn’t a joke. The pilot was wearing sunglasses and a three-day beard. At first, she wasn’t sure whether it was Bruce or not but when he turned to look at her and smiled, she recognized him instantly. There was no doubt about it; it was Bruce. He jumped on the floor and opened his arms.

“Jen,” he said. “How are you, my love?”

“Baby,” she said as he took her in his strong arms. “I missed you so much. Why did you leave without me?”

“For this,” he said, jerking his thumb at the helicopter. “I needed to make sure they had one for us and they wanted to see my pilot certificate.”

“I didn’t know you could fly a chopper... Are you sure about it?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it safer to have an experienced pilot for us?”

“You don’t think I can handle it, do you?”

“I just want to make sure we arrive alive, wherever we’re going. Where are we going?”

“Relax, I can do it. I want to show you around. Come on, let’s go.”

They climbed in the helicopter and Bruce ran through a checklist. He seemed to know what he was doing and Jennifer felt slightly relieved. She put on her headset and heard Bruce.

“Do you hear me?” He said.

She looked at him and nodded. “Yes!” she screamed.

Bruce winced and shook his head. “No, you don’t need to scream. Just speak naturally.”

“Like this?” She said, significantly lowering her voice.

He flashed his thumb and punched a few button. The helicopter started to shake and Jennifer prayed that they would make it. They slowly took off and within seconds, they were above the ground, still hovering over the heliport. Bruce pushed what looked like a joystick and they moved forward. They flew over the sea and Bruce gave her a pair of sunglasses to protect her eyes. Jennifer felt nervous but the view was breathtaking. It felt completely different than a plane. She could feel everything; the wind, the vibration of the engine and the acceleration. It was amazing. She looked at him and rested her hand on his thigh.

“Thank you,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

He smiled and took her hand. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I like it but I don’t understand why you needed to bring me here to do that. We could have done it back home.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Look over there,” he said, pointing at a black dot on the horizon. “This is where I’m bringing you.”

“I can’t see it. What is it?”

“A yacht...”

Jennifer opened her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe it. “Are you kidding me? A yacht? A private yacht for us?”

“Just the two of us, except for the crew. But they know how to be discreet.”

“Oh my God... So this is your surprise?”

“Yeah. This is where we celebrate our honeymoon...”

Jennifer raised her hands to her mouth and closed her eyes. She felt totally blessed. “I don’t know what to say, Bruce. It’s really amazing.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just hope that you’ve appreciated your massage because you’ll need to be in shape,” he said, sliding a hand between her thighs. Jennifer moaned and felt her channel burning immediately. She grabbed his hand and pressed harder.

“You’ll need a massage too,” she said, biting her lips. “I’m so horny that you will have to work very hard to satisfy me...”

Bruce started to rubbed Jennifer’s wet clit and pussy lips. He kept looking straight ahead, trying his best to stay in control of the helicopter while he was masturbating his wife. Jennifer moaned and made sure to gasp loudly in the headset to turn him on. She reached for his crotch and felt his cock growing bigger and stronger.

“Having an erection?” She teased him.

“If I was more confident, I’d ask you to suck me but we’ll have to wait for that.”

“It’s very tempting now that you’ve mentioned about it.”

“I don’t want you to bite me if I lose control. I’d better wait...”

Jennifer laughed and released his cock from his pants. He was hard and his head was red, swollen with blood and pulsating. She stroked him slowly but firmly, grabbing his thickness vigorously. Bruce was panting, opening and closing his mouth in pleasure. He withdrew his hand from between her legs and apologized.

“I can’t do too many things at the same time,” he said.

“I can...”

“I prefer it when it’s wet.”

“Okay,” she said. She licked her hand, coating her palm and fingers with saliva, and stroked him again.

“Better?” she asked. “Keep your eyes open, baby...”

“Jesus... Jen, I’m coming. You need to stop or to find something to clean my sperm... God...”

Jennifer didn’t stop. She spread her legs and with her free hand, she removed her wet panties.

“We’ll use this,” she said, dangling her musky underwear under his nose.

“Thank God. You’re the best...”

Jennifer twisted her hand, rubbing his cock from every angle possible. She caressed him luxuriously, stroking up and down, working her wrist to increase the delicious friction against the length of his massive dick. She went from his shiny head down to his base, coating his cock with saliva and precum. Then, Bruce jerked and grunted. She felt his hot sperm squirting against her panties and dripping along her hand. She licked her fingers, swallowing every single drop of semen and threw her underwear out of the window.

A few minutes later, they landed on top of the magnificent yacht. The crew came to welcome them and brought them inside to have lunch. Jennifer had never seen anything like this. This boat was way more luxurious than many houses and apartments in New York. Everything was covered with beautiful mahogany, white leather and chrome. It was definitely the ultimate billionaire’s toy.

“Where are we exactly?” She asked after they finished eating. They were on the deck, wearing swimsuits and sunglasses. Jennifer was on her stomach and Bruce was applying cream on back. They were completely alone. The crew had been asked to stay inside.

“We’re not too far from Cannes.”

“I’d love to go shopping there...”

“We will. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Why not this afternoon?”

“I just thought you’d be tired with the jet-lag.”

“I’m okay.”

“Fine, then. Up to you.”

Bruce kept spreading cream on her back and removed her bikini. “You don’t want to have tan lines, do you?”

“I don’t mind as long as you keep taking care of me,” she said, now completely naked.

He went down to her legs, and covered her whole body with sun lotion. Jennifer closed her eyes and felt his weight, as he rubbed his hard cock between her ass cheeks. His abs were pressed against her lower back and their sweat, mixed with the lotion, made their skin soft and smooth. Bruce looked for her entrance and penetrated her in one vigorous thrust. Jennifer moaned loudly and her voice echoed in the ocean. She could feel the heat of the sun, the salty air of the sea and Bruce hammering her from behind. She loved it. It was one hell of a honeymoon. She was the luckiest woman of earth and couldn’t ask for more.

Bruce fucked her for nearly two hours and Jennifer was exhausted. She had climaxed three times and begged him to have a break.

“Oh my God,” she said, wiping her face with a towel. “I’m going to be sore for days...”

“You’ll have as many massage sessions as you want.”

“I don’t think Erica can really help me with this. Jesus, I’m so hot. Can we have something to drink?”

“Yeah, I’ll call someone. Get dressed.”

Bruce and Jennifer spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing and kissing on the upper deck. They relaxed in the open air jacuzzi and made love in there, sipping champagne and eating strawberries. Jennifer even dived naked and swam around the yacht, until she couldn’t feel her arms and her legs.

“We’re not going to go shopping today, are we?” She said.

“It will be too late I think. But we can definitely look for a nice restaurant and have dinner over there.”

“I’d love to eat seafood.”

“Anything you want. What do you like? Crabs? Lobsters?”

“Mmm, yes please. That would be great.”

“I’ll ask someone from the crew to make a reservation for us.”

Bruce left and came back a few minutes later.

“All right,” he said. “We have a table for 8:00 p.m. but we have to go now. We need to reach the shore and rent a car. It can take a while.”