Billionaire’s Side Attraction

Javier Lorenzo

I covered Lula’s mouth to keep her from screaming so loud in the toilet in the airplane, the flight attendants already stared at us funny when they saw us getting up to get to the toilet at the same time. I buried my head in the hollow of her neck as I continued my thrusts in and out of her sweet pussy. She bit my palm and I peeled my hand from her mouth, only for her to continue filling the air with her soft moans. She is such a nut and I love her.

She pulled my face out from her neck and entwined her lips in mine. Her moans sounded muffled against my lips as we kissed passionately. Her legs tightened around my torso while I dug deeper into her warm pussy, fucking her ever so sweetly. At this point, my neck was filled with scratches from her fingers and hickies from her teeth, but I didn’t care. I would proudly wear them for the entire world to see.

Her walls tightened around my dick and I went mad with excitement, this girl will be my undoing. I thrust harder and harder into her as I felt my release getting closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we made it towards the finish line.

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting our thought process. “Uh, other people need to use the bathroom, sir.” It was one of the flight attendants.

“Just one more minute!” I pleaded, but there was a hint of warning in my tone.

Lula kissed me again and I increased my speed inside her core. We reached the highest point and I released my load into her warmth. My head went crazy with ecstasy, and then slowly, the feeling lessened. I pulled out of her and set her feet on the floor. Her legs were wobbly so I caught her and held onto her while we both adjusted our bottoms.

By the time we exited the toilet, there were a few eyes on us. Some were glares, some were stares, and others were of admiration. I ignored them and went to sit back down with Lula. She was even less concerned about their judgmental glances than I was. When we finally made it back to our seats, she whispered to my hearing. “Thanks for giving me the experience of having sex on a plane.” A sincere smile graced her lips.

“Anytime.” I returned with a smile of my own. I kissed her cheek and rested my head.

***

The plane echoed with an announcement as the flight finally landed in Hollywood. Lula and I got her things and we made for the exit. I took her hand in mine as we walked through the airport, passing by some people who probably recognized us.

Just as we got to the exit of the airport, I was shocked to see the place buzzing with the paparazzi. They flashed their cameras at Lula and me, and some even pointed their recording devices in our faces. The audacity of these people!

One of them pushed through her colleagues to get to the front line. She shoved her device in Lula’s face: “Miss Lula Lopez, is it true that you and Carlos Martinez are broken up?”

Lula was silent at first, but then she replied. “Why don’t you ask him yourself, oh wait, you already did and he already gave you an answer. Now to make it clear to all of you, Yes. Carlos and I are over.”

It seemed her answering the question encouraged the rest to push forward with other questions. Another guy targeted me. “Javier Lorenzo, Is it true you’ll be working with Carlos Martinez on his next album?”

I ignored him and tried to clear the way for Lula to get through. Another lady asked: “Javier Lorenzo! Have you broken up with your longtime sweetheart, Rosa?”

“No questions,” I answered while gently shoving them out of our way.

Another lady came forward through the group of reporters disrespecting our personal space. “Miss Lopez, is Javier Lorenzo your new boyfriend?” Lula stopped in her tracks, making it hard for me to get her farther out of their reach. The girl pressed on: “What do you think your mother, Luna Lopez will think about your new relationship?”

I looked back and saw the look of fright in Lula’s eyes as this bold reporter bombarded her with questions. Her mouth started moving in her attempt to respond to the girl’s question. “Javier is not my boyfriend!”

My eyes grew wide for a moment, and I couldn’t think straight. Did she just say that to a reporter? Maybe I am mistaken.

Her next words cleared all doubt… “Get your facts straight, all of you! Javier Lorenzo and I are just friends, nothing more, nothing less. Now, get out of here before I press charges!”

The swarm of paparazzo dispersed one by one until it was just the two of us-and other normal people going about their business.

Lula drag me along until we reached the car that was waiting for us. She grinned as the saw the black limo and waved at the driver. “Come on Javi, let’s beat the traffic.” She was about to jump in but paused when I didn’t come with her. She looked at me with concern in her eyes: “What’s wrong, Javi?”

“I can’t believe you’d ask me that after the speech you gave those people.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, Javi, haven’t you heard about a little concept called a lie? I just said that to shut them up, it doesn’t make me love you any less. Come on baby-”

I removed my hand from hers. “I have no intention of being your little secret, Lu. What are you afraid of? I am a music producer, I may not be a big shot but I make a good living and am well known. Why are you afraid of being with me?”

“It’s not like that, it’s just that it won’t help my career to be involved with a Latino-” She stopped herself from finishing the sentence.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I nodded my head. “You’re right. You’re this American sweetheart, god forbid that you embrace your Mexican roots.”

“It’s not like that, Javi-” She tried to come closer.

I moved back. “Don’t bother! It’s fine. Stay in Your American ways while I stay in my local ways. Have a nice life.” I walked off, leaving her to take the limo to wherever she was going. I thought she loved me for me, but once again, I am wrong.