Chapter 44

We passed my bedroom and went through a doorway near the end of the hall. He stood me beside the bed and kissed me. My tongue reached deeper into his mouth, wanting more of him. He broke the kiss, and I moaned in complaint. He bit at my neck in response before finding my lips once more.

While we kissed, I undid his shirt buttons, exposing his beautiful six pack. I pushed my hands up and down the muscles and they tensed in response to my touch. My pussy moistened at the knowledge of what was to come. Of the way he would make me feel.

Jay stepped back and pulled off my T-shirt. Reached around he undid my bra, then my jeans.

“Ah,” I gasped as he pushed me onto the bed. I wiggled my jeans off.

“I was hoping you’d wear a dress.”

I thought of the red one. Later, for sure. He kissed up my belly, over my breasts, up my neck to my mouth. He slid his hand up the inside of my thigh then under my panties. I rolled my hips at the contact. Weeks without contact. Too long to go. Never again.

His fingers traced over my lips, sending a shiver up my spine. My breath left me and I struggled to fill my lungs again. I gasped, searching for air but finding his lips. His fingers slid up and down my slit and he found my entrance.

My heart thumped out of time. I was doing this. I wanted this. Him. I wanted him.

His fingers entered me at an agonizingly slow rate. Once inside, they moved at the same slow pace. Taunting me. Again. His other hand ran over my breasts and the curve of my hip.

I reached down to find the outline of his hard cock through his suit pants. I clutched it like I was trying to pull it through the fabric, but Jay pushed my hand away.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?” He asked, his voice stern.

“Please,” I reached back to his pants, but he rolled onto his front, taking his cock from me. At the same time, he pushed his fingers a little deeper, drawing my attention back to them.

I looked up at the ceiling and spread my legs as far as possible, wanting him deep within me.

His thumb flickered over my clit and I buckled.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had this pussy. This beautiful, tight pussy for me to bury myself in.”

His voice in my ear, so powerful, so confident sent me into overdrive. I clamped down on his fingers and he moved faster. Not much faster, just not as slow.

“Please,” I said again, grasping at his bicep.

“I’m making up for lost time.”

Jay moved down my body, kissing my skin as he went. He took each nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. His bite became stronger, sending a jolt between my nipple and pussy. My pussy walls became even slicker. I ached to feel his cock sliding in and out of it.

His kisses carried on their journey, biting at the soft skin of my belly as he went. Hard enough that I acknowledged there would be bite marks tomorrow. He was branding me his. And that was more than okay.

He reached the soft triangle of my pubic bone and carried on nipping me. He was so close, his mouth so close. I swallowed in anticipation, and knotted my hands through his hair for reassurance. I realized I was holding my breath but I couldn’t release it.

His head moved down, hovering over my mound. I held his head harder, trembling. In one move he sucked my clit into his mouth and held the soft skin above it between his teeth. Exposing it to his mouth and the air.

The fingers in me quickened their pace. He flicked my clit a few times with his tongue, then blew cold air across it. I flinched. The cold air sent all my insides on fire.

He blew a continuous blast of air across my most sensitive part, which he gripped between his teeth so I couldn’t move away for fear of the pain.

I squirmed under his touch. Under his breath. I could feel myself being bounced off the dam’s edge, about to burst. I squealed.

Jay released my clit from his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. Sucked hard as he worked me with his fingers.

“Jay,” I screamed without thought. All thoughts fled me. All I knew was ecstasy.

My body writhed. He released me from his grip. I tried to catch my breath, to enjoy the last ripples of his touch.

Jay rolled onto his back and undid his suit pants, pushing them down and exposing his throbbing cock. He rolled onto me, settling himself between my legs.

I waited for him to enter me, but he only rubbed against me. He gripped my jaw and brought my lips to him. He kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth. I tried to kiss him back, but I was in too little control of my body to manage it.

At last he entered me, his huge cock forced its way into me, pushing out all the doubt and filling me with strength. My body tingled all over again as he moved inside of me. Each thrust caused more and more tingles until my body was a sparkling mass.

“Jay, Jay,” I called out, my voice breathy.

He dug into me, filling me with his cum and I plunged into another orgasm.

“Jay,” I yelled out, before relaxing back into a quivering mess.

We were still, catching our breaths. Jay laid on me, trapping me without putting any of his weight on me. Cocooning me protectively. I hooked my legs around his, never wanting him to leave. We lay tight against each other, the rest of the world melting away. We dozed off, the light dim when I awoke again, still wrapped in Jay’s arms.

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“I’m going to have a quick shower,” Jay said, kissing my hair and rising from the bed.

My body, still weak from the drug, was exhausted and I let the bed take all my weight. My eyelids flickered, and I was about to close them when some photographs caught my eye and piqued my interest.

I couldn’t resist. I got out of bed and walked across to the sitting area. A whole living room within the bedroom. It was Jay’s bedroom. I could tell from the lived-in feel that so many of the rooms in the mansion lacked.

I let my fingers drape along the back of the sofa as I made my way to the side table covered in photographs in various sizes and styles of frames.

They were family snapshots. Some old, black and white ones of what must be grandparents, or even great-grandparents. Some looked like recent holiday snaps of stunning scenery. But the ones that intrigued me most were the ones that looked like Jay as a child. Sitting on a horse. Cuddled as a baby in a woman’s arms. Wearing a graduation cap. There was a second of him with the woman, and a third, always of him as a young child. I assumed she was his mother, but there were none of a man, a father.

I picked up the one of the woman cuddling the toddler. There was something about the way she looked at the camera. The way her smile was lopsided, causing her eye to crease. I traced along her features, trying to place their familiarity. Her nose was identical to Jay’s. Why did I know that face? I tapped the frame with my finger, trying to place her.

“What are you looking at?”

I put the photo down. “You were such a cute baby.”

My eyes slid over his body, glistening with water drops. I went over to him and felt his muscles with the tips of my fingers. “And such a cute adult,” I said, looking up at him.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t bother getting dressed.” Jay lifted me and carried me back to the bed. I didn’t plan to leave it until I had to start my new job.