Page 12 of Desperate Measures
Whew, the man had meweak.
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I was sotired last night that I didn’t pay much attention to where we were staying until now. The suite was ridiculous. Between the marble floors, high ceilings, and furniture, I was pretty sure it cost more than my car. Everything was neutral and clean with gold accents and big mirrors that caught the light just right. It was beautiful, and not gawdy. Quiet luxury.
But the terrace was my favorite part. Double doors opened out to it, and the second I stepped outside, I didn’t want to leave. It wrapped around the corner, with views of the harbor on one side and the city on the other. There was a small table with two chairs and just enough room to stretch out. Even with the city in view, it still felt private.
That terrace was mine the second I saw it, which is why I found myself there at the moment. Sitting on the terrace, I let the early morning sun warm my skin as I sipped my espresso. Last night still felt like a dream. I was in awe of how warmly Jahsir had been received, how effortlessly he carried the name he’d built for himself. I admired it, genuinely, but a small part of me couldn’t help feeling envious. Still, in this setting, that feeling had nowhere to grow. Who could feel jealous in a place as beautiful as this?
The Hotel de Paris of Monaco was gorgeous, luxury at its finest. It was still pretty early, so it was quiet enough for me to hear the yachts bobbing at the docks. Jahsir was still resting, something I should have been doing. I just wanted to make the most of my time, especially since I had mommy guilt.
I looked back at the bed and saw Jahsir’s penis hanging out of his boxers. ‘Easy access, ’ I joked to myself. I dropped my robe and headed over to him. Lifting myself onto the bed, I eased up to him.
“Morning,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
Jahsir blinked his eyes open, turned his head, and smiled. “You couldn’t let me sleep in, huh?”
“And what would be the fun in that?” I said, fingers wrapping around him.
Jahsir let out a low groan as I stroked him, slowly at first, watching the way his body responded even before his mind was fully awake. I kissed down his abs, savoring the tension building under his skin. Having him like this, on the edge of weakness while I was in control, made me feel powerful. He was vulnerable, and I was ready to give him a much-needed release.
I took him into my mouth, steadily, letting my tongue explore him. He cursed under his breath while sliding one hand into my hair.
“Damn, Red,” he whispered. “Shit.”
My confidence increased as my tongue worked over him in slow, intentional strokes. I took my time, using pressure and pace because I knew what Jah liked. I paid attention to every twitch of his body, every groan and ragged breath. They all told me to go faster, slower, deeper, or not to move at all.
“Ahh fuck!” He groaned.
I smiled around him, taking him in deeper, letting the wetness of my mouth send him closer to the edge. His thighstensed, and I could feel the restraint in him, the way he fought not to buck his hips or grab fistfuls of my hair.
“It’s okay, baby, I know you won’t hurt me.”
Jahsir placed his other hand on the side of my face, holding me in place while he bucked slowly into my mouth. He let out a groan and surrendered as I sped up. My lips and tongue sent him unraveling fast, shooting his seeds into my mouth.
I swallowed every ounce of him, slow and steady, then pulled back with one final lick that made him flinch. Jahsir lay there, panting with his eyes closed as he reveled in the passion I provided him. I wiped the corner of my mouth and smiled at myself.
Without saying a word, I turned my back to him and straddled his hips. I felt his hands move to my thighs instantly, gripping tight as he realized what I was doing.
“Red,” he muttered, voice low. “You ain’t bullshitting, huh?”
I smiled as I reached between my legs and guided him back in, letting him slide into me slowly.
Inch by inch.
I arched my back, my hands planted firmly on his thighs for leverage, taking all of him at my own pace. I started to grind on him, rolling my hips lazily. The stretch was deep like this, and I loved the way it forced me to feel every twitch of him inside me. I tossed my head back, letting my hair fall to my bra straps. His hands slipped up to my waist, then my bra strap, freeing my titties. He reached around, teasing my nipples, which turned me on more.
“Mmh, bae.” I moaned as every bounce and twist of my hips pulled him deeper into me.
Jahsir palmed my ass, squeezing as he bucked up into me from underneath. I gasped, planting one hand behind me for balance. My body belonged to him in this moment, and I didn’t want it any other way. He sat up suddenly with his chest to myback, wrapping his arms around me. When he pressed his mouth to the back of my neck… I lost it.
I came with an intense cry, shivering in his arms as the orgasm ripped through me. He followed with a stifled groan, squeezing me tight as he spilled into me. We both trembled and fell back to the bed.
I was in bliss.
jahsir
