Chapter Eight
Rose
Jay pulls away from me, the frustration clear on his face. “I will be right back.”
I can only nod, unable to gather my words together as my body is aches for release. I don’t move.
Jay opens the door. “What the fuck do you want? I told you not to disturb me,” he snaps.
“I know. I am sorry, but we have an issue,” the voice on the other side says.
“What sort of fucking issue?”
Oh, Jay is angry! I can’t hear what is being said after that. All I can hear are hushed voices. I sight and sit up. He is obviously needed somewhere, so I should probably leave. I will need to do something about the ache I feel, but I don’t know if I can. I have never touched myself in such a way
before.
I stand, and my legs nearly cave from under me, but I hold onto the arm of the sofa to steady myself. I glance around for my panties but soon remember Jay has them in his back pocket. I hear Jay close
the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going, pretty eyes?” he asks, approaching me.
“You are needed. I should leave and let you get back to work. Um, can I please have my panties. back? It is a little chilly outside to go commando,” I whisper shyly, my cheeks heating in
embarrassment.
“No, you aren’t going anywhere until I finish what I started. As for your panties, you aren’t getting them back. They now belong to me.” Jay has a sly look on his face.
“I don’t want to keep you from your work, Jay. What do you mean I am not getting them back? You can’t keep them. They’re mine,” I huff.
He steps in front of me and grabs my face in his hand. “No, they are mine now. Sit back down, open your legs and let me finish my work on that sweet pussy of yours.”
I go to protest, but he gives me a firm look. I whimper, take a few steps back and eagerly do what he asks. I sit on the sofa, and he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Spread them for me, angel.” He smirks.
I nod and open my legs once again. He pulls me closer to the edge of the sofa. He doesn’t hesitate to get straight back to work. And within seconds, his tongue is on me again. He rubs my clit with hist
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fingers as his tongue darts in and out of me like a damni pro..
The same way they did earlier, my legs begin to quiver. A tightness rises in my stomach, and befor know what is happening, what I assume is my orgasm rockets through me, and I spill all over his tongue and fingers, squirming and calling out his name. I grip the sofa as my head falls back. I have never felt anything like what my body is doing right now.
I expect him to stop when I seem to come to an end, but he doesn’t. Jay puts his lips on my clit, kissing, sucking, licking and biting It, and I am hit with a second wind only seconds later, but something feels different from the first time, I soon realise why. Remi has told me about this. I am squirting all over his face, but he doesn’t seem fazed. Instead, he cleans me up, taking everything 1: give to him as he eases me through my second high.
I am secretly praying he will stop because if he goes in again, there is a high chance I will pass out since my body isn’t used to pleasure. My body is weak. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I struggle to get air into my lungs. I am a hot mess.
Jay pulls away, and I manage to use the little energy I have left to look at him. He has a proud look on his face, his skin gleams from the mess I just made of him. He licks his lips.
“I am sorry for, um, making a mess of your face.” I pant. I can’t bring myself around to use the word squirt.
“Don’t ever apologize for that. I really don’t mind having your pussy juices on my face.” He wipes his face with his thumb before he pops it into his mouth, groaning, “Fuck, you taste so damn sweet.”
I whimper pathetically. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing. I don’t know how I am going to manage to walk out of this club with how weak my legs are. I have a feeling I will stumble out like I’m drunk. I know Jay has things to do, and I, will leave him to it, but I need to calm down first.
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