Chapter twenty: The Things You Do To Me

Chapter twenty: The Things You Do To Me

Jessica

I walked to the parking space and saw that his car was just pulling up. I noticed Luke was on the driver's seat, my heart sunk a little. Was Jeffrey not here? I hopped in the car back seat, seeing him sitting beside me.

"Hi, Princess." He greeted me.

I looked at him, a smirk etched on his face and his eyes a lighter shade of violet than normal. His hair was a mess like he had run his fingers through it a hundred times already today.

"Hi, Jeffrey." I breathed and Luke pulled out of the lobby.

Jeffrey's stare warmed me up faster than any car heater, he leaned over and kissed my lips gently then once more with much passion. His hand rested on my shivering thigh and I wondered if he could hear my racing heartbeat above all these.

His hands were on my thigh for the whole ride, this thumb tracing small circles. I was anxious to get back to his place and I could tell he was too by the way he was bouncing his legs.

"I am going to put my bag upstairs if that is okay." I said as soon as we got to his penthouse, he nodded and took his jacket and set them on the back of the barstool.

"That's fine, I am going to make some lunch, I haven't eaten yet today."

You can eat me, I thought dirty to myself.

"Do you want anything?" I shook my head.

"No, I am fine, thanks. I already ate before you picked me up."

I went upstairs to his bedroom, I set my bag on the bed and glanced around the room. It seemed so weird that I would be staying here for the weekend. I imagined what it would feel living here alone with him for a long time. I didn't even know if he had a wife before me or even a girlfriend.

I headed back downstairs after I felt like I had been standing there forever. He was still in the kitchen and I could hear the sound of sizzling food. I went into the kitchen and saw him at the stove, tossing some vegetables in a steaming pan and looking like a master chef. He glanced over at me.

"Hey, taste this for me." He stuck out a fork with various vegetables and I leaned forward taking it into my mouth.

"Holy crap, this is so good."

"Thank you." He smiled, I could see a little hint of blush on his cheeks and it was more than adorable.

"I am going to change my clothes." He said as he finished his food.

"Do you want to change into something more comfortable?"

"Yes, sure." I followed him up to his bedroom. He went straight to his closet and I took the chance to strip off my clothes, revealing the lingerie he bought me. I sat on the bed, anxiously waiting for him. He came out, looking at some garments he held in his hands.

"I have this sweatshirt you can wear, it is one of my old college ones…." He stopped when he looked at me, his mouth dropped and his grip tightening.

"Holy crap," he mumbled.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and uncrossed my legs, separating them a little bit and I could see he swallow just the slightest. He waltzed over to me and placed his hands delicately on my thighs.

"You look absolutely stunning, my Princess."

I giggled as he leaned forward and nuzzled his face into my neck, his curls tickling my cheeks as he began kissing my tender skin. I brought my hand up to the back of his neck, the other on his shoulder as he pushed me down on the bed. I wrapped my legs around his hovering body and pulled him close, feeling his growing bulge against my crotch.

"I want to fuck you so badly, baby girl." He whispered, grazing his teeth against his newly made mark above my collarbone.

"No one is stopping you, Jeffrey." I slightly bucked my hips against his, he held his head up and gazed down at me.

"Say my name and I will take you right here, right now." I didn't hesitate as the words fell from my lips.

"I want you badly, daddy."

His eyes dilated and he stripped off his shirt, connecting his mouth with mine and sliding his tongue past my lips. He reached underneath me and unhooked my bra, pulling it off my shoulders. I felt his hand moved from my outer thigh to the hem of my pants, pressing gently and making me moan into his mouth.

He slowly pushed his fingers into me and I wrapped my arms around his back for support, digging my nails into his back.

"You are so wet for me," he said, softly.

His fingers pumped slowly into me and I felt myself losing all control. I clenched my jaw as he began to move gradually faster, my back arching off the bed to lessen the space between us. His lips latched onto my hardened nipples and swirled his tongue around the tip, nearly sending me over the edge.

He started to slow the movement of his fingers and I whined when he removed but shushed me by pressing his lips to mine. I could hear him unbuckling his belt and the sound of his pants sliding down his legs. He pushed me further onto the bed and climbed into me. He slid my panties off with an easy gaze up and down at my bare body. He positioned himself before looking into my eyes.

"Are you ready, Pumpkin?" I nodded silently but he grabbed my jaw in his hand.

"Answer me when I ask you a question." He growled.

"Y…yes, daddy."

He wasted no time and slowly pushed his dick inside me and I cringed at his size, I felt myself tense up.

"Relax, baby." He grunted as he pushed himself more.

I let out a deep sigh and tried to relax my muscles. He slowly started to move his hips and eventually, the pain started to turn to pleasure. I groaned as his thrusts began to move into rhythm and my nails drag down his back.

"Faster, daddy." I pleaded and he smiled as the sweat started to bead on his forehead and his thrusts became faster and sloppier.

"I…I am going to cum." I said, clenching my eyes shut and feeling the heat rise higher.

"Hold it, baby." He demanded and I whined as I tried my best to keep myself controlled but I was struggling desperately.

"J…Jeffrey, I can't…"

"Yes, you can and you will."

The bed was shaking violently at this point with every thrust he made.

"Hold it, Jessica." I moaned loudly and felt my walls tumbling down. I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer, so I cried out.

"Please let me cum, daddy." He grunted with another harsh thrust.

"Cum on my dick, baby."

I finally let go and released all over him, feeling him release inside me as well. I felt a huge wave of relief come over me as I felt him slowly pull out his dick and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my lips.

"You were wonderful." He kissed me again.

"Let's get a shower, right?" I nodded with a forced smile.

I was kind of disheartened that he was so quick to disconnect. I brushed those feelings aside, letting him take me to the bathroom. After we were done, I grabbed some fresh underwear from my bag and put them over my trembling legs.

We were now sitting on the couch, blanket draped over our bodies with the fireplace glowing and love actually playing on the television above the mantle. I was cozied up to him with my hands wrapped around a cup of hot chocolate. His arms were draped over my shoulder with his other hand holding his own mug. I felt so content at that moment that I never wanted the weekend to end. If the night with him were like this all the time, then what more could I ask for?

"This is my favorite part." He whispered and I smiled as we watched the movie.

He leaned his head on mine, his arms moving down my back and wrapping around my waist. He pulled me in closer.

"This is my favorite movie."

"I thought singing in the rain was your favorite movie?" He shrugged.

"Yes, but this one actually tops it."

"I might just have to tape your mouth then." He leaned in close and his nose grazed my ear.

"How am I supposed to kiss you during the romantic scenes if there is tape on my mouth?" I blushed and felt his lips suck on my skin just below my ear.

"And how am I supposed to taste you if there's tape on my mouth?" He whispered, his teeth grazing the tender spot. I shivered at the feeling of his breath on my neck.

His grip on my waist tightened and I felt my body tense. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my face towards his, planting his mouth on mine and not thinking twice before slipping his tongue past my lips. I slowly reached my hand under the blanket and found his abdomen, sliding my hand under the hem of his pants and palming his through his boxers. He grunted in my mouth, his hand grabbing my hair and pulling my head back to expose my neck.

He placed a trail of sloppy kisses from my jawline to my collarbones, his other hand grabbing my covered breast and tracing his finger over the bump of my nipples. He was so dominant and I couldn't tell if I preferred it over him being submissive. I wanted to have control over him but it seemed like I never had the chance. Any time I would try to take action, he would hold my wrists down and stop me from doing anything. I like being submissive but I was aching to try a complete one-eighty.

I ignored everything and went with my impulse, climbing onto his lap and pressed my lips to his jawline, just below his ear. I pressed my crotch against his, moving hips slowly with my hands on his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side to give me more access, I felt his jaw tense as I slowly trailed down with gentle kisses.

His hand flew to my waist and then to my butt, gripping harshly as I found his sweet spot. I heard him gasp the slightest, I smirked and went back to kiss his lips, feeling his semi-hardened dick poking me through his sweatpants.

"The things you do to me, Pumpkin." He whispered.

He carried me in a bridal style to the bedroom and carefully placed me on the bed. I felt his arms slide across my stomach. He pulled me close against his chest and I let my eyes flutter shut and my breathing steady.

"Good night, Pumpkin." He kissed my ear gently.

"Good night, Jeffrey."