Free Cocky: A Stepbrother Romance by Emma Johnson

closer. Soon Drake lost control and his cock exploded inside me.  Drake screamed while his cock went off like a fire hose. The feeling of his seed inside me set off my orgasm immediately.
     
    My body convulsed with orgasmic seizures. I could barely hold myself up as my legs shook intensely. My pussy quivered with his big cock within me.
     
    When our climaxes were over, Drake lay against me with his meat still inside me. Then we heard a knock at the door. “Hurry up in there!”
     
    “One minute!” Drake yelled back.
     
    Drake quickly took his cock out and I could feel his cum pouring out of my pussy. We got dressed as fast as we could and checked ourselves in the mirror. Drake opened the door and we both walked out past a line of people waiting to use the bathroom. When we got back to our seats, we couldn't help but giggle at what we just did. We felt like little kids who just broke the rules. After that, I made my seat into a bed and slept like a baby. Nothing woke me up and Drake even had a hard time getting me up when we landed.

Chapter Eight

 
     
    “Damn Sophia, you were out the whole rest of the plane ride!”
     
    “Yeah, next time we need to do that at the beginning of the trip so I can sleep the whole way.” We both laughed as we collected our overhead luggage and exited the airplane. There was a limo waiting for us outside which then drove us to our hotel.
     
    When we got there I fell in love instantly with the architecture of the city. Everything looked so old and beautiful. Even our hotel looked like it had always been apart of the city. We went up a cramped elevator all the way to the top floor. Our room took up the whole floor just like the Atlas building. When Drake opened the door, my eyes immediately went to the floor to ceiling windows. The Eiffel tower was in full view from our hotel room. So this is how a billionaire travels I guess. We dropped our bags and sat on the comfy bed.
     
    “So what now?” I asked.
     
    “Well I was thinking we could christen the hotel room before we go out,” Drake said with his always attractive smile.
     
    I laughed at his suggestion, “You know I always want to fuck you but I didn't eat anything on the plane. Can we get room service?”
     
    “Actually I have a better idea. I know a great cafe around the corner. We can get a bite to eat and then maybe I can get a taste of you.”
     
    A rush of warmness grew between my thighs. Drake's words almost made me forget that I was even hungry in the first place. “Okay let's go and then we need to get back here ASAP!”
     
    Drake and I left the hotel and walked the streets of Paris. It was so mesmerizing. Pictures could never convey the feeling you get when you are actually there. We walked around the block and then came to a small cafe. There was only a couple tables inside and a couple outside. We went in and I had no idea what I wanted to eat.
     
    “What should I get?” I asked Drake.
     
    “You need to try a crepe at least once in Paris.”
     
    “Okay then I'll get a chocolate crepe then.”
     
    “Drake chuckled at me and then ordered food in French. I couldn't even understand what they were saying and they were talking so fast. I was amazed that Drake was bilingual. He never once spoke another language when we lived together. At the same time, I was worried that I didn't really know all that much about him.
     
    We sat down outside at a table and our food was brought to us. Just as Drake said, my crepe was absolutely fantastic. “So Drake I didn't know you were bilingual.”
     
    “Actually I know a few languages. I need to know them since I do so much international business.”
     
    “It's just weird because we've spent so much time together but I don't really know all that much about you,” I said.
     
    “Well hopefully this trip will change that.” Drake stood up and put a generous amount of money on the table for tip. He grabbed my hand and we strolled down the streets of Champs-Elysees.