Rule No. 1: Don’t be too emotional : Chapter 49

You’re just a dirty boy looking for a dirty night

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I let out a moan from deep in my throat as the tall figure hovering over me crushed his lips against mine in a searing kiss. Our breath was scorching. I dug all ten fingernails into his broad back to release the surging emotion. He held me so tightly I felt as if my body-might break apart.

He swept his tongue into my mouth, tracing every curve and crevice, licking around my lips with a long, rough texture that jolted every nerve in my body. Between us, his hardness pressed against me like a stone through his trousers, showing no sign of softening. I had never been inside his bedroom before.

The room was cast in somber, muted tones-classic, elegant, and very much P’Jane’s style. The center of it all was an antique four-poster bed, its pillars rising from the corners like something out of a dark fairy tale. I felt as if I had been whisked away to a demon’s manor, about to have my soul devoured until nothing remained.

P’Jane kissed me with a feral hunger, as if he were starving and refused to let me slip through his fingers. Pre-cum stained my underwear as our bodies collided. My chest felt tight, and my heart raced as I moaned sweetly.

“Ah… P’Jane… hold me. Hold me tight.” The tall man ripped away my clothes and his own until every barrier was gone, leaving only the padlock pendant resting against his chest. He revealed a powerful, V-tapered physique-muscled like a Roman warrior. There was no trace of the lean body he used to have; he was massive now. He slid two long fingers into my opening, and I arched off the mattress, crying out as he prepped me, searching for my spark. I thrashed with pleasure. Finally, the scene I had secretly fantasized about for months was becoming a reality. I wanted him to do more-to do anything he wanted to me. I screamed when he found the spot. P’Jane pressed and ground his fingers against it repeatedly. I thrashed my head against the pillow, tears pricking my eyes from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. As his fingers worked inside me, hooking against my inner walls, I felt like I was going insane.

“I want yours… put it in. Put it in, my love.” I begged him over and over, spreading my legs wide and pulling them back to show him everything. My relentless cries and inviting posture acted like fuel to his fire. P’Jane reached for a bottle of lubricant and, with hurried desperation, coated himself until he was slick. He grabbed my ankles, dragging my body toward him so abruptly I gasped, and then he thrust himself inside me instantly.

“Ah! Ah! Ahh!” I cried out loud as my body jolted and swayed to his primal rhythm. P’Jane gritted his teeth, slamming his hips into me until my legs shook with ecstasy. He withdrew almost entirely before driving back in slowly, his weight crashing against me with every hit. I felt a chill of electricity; I wanted to suck him deep inside me. I wanted him to be even more violent. I was no longer afraid to ask.

“Ah… more! More, P’Jane! Hit me harder!” I told you-if we ever had sex again, I would scream loud enough to reach the heavens. And I was doing exactly that. His sharp eyes narrowed as he looked at my face. He panted, groaning, “Bring it on, babe.”

“You naughty boy… ” I thrashed on the soft mattress, tears rolling down my cheeks from the intensity I had provoked. P’Jane was like a sports car pushed to maximum speed. I doubled over slightly. from the depth of it, but I didn’t want him to stop for a second. His eyes blazed in the dark like a predator’s. He breathed like a bull before one large hand clamped around my throat, pinning me to the bed. I gasped, eyes fluttering shut, as he continued to hammer his hips.

“You’re just a dirty boy looking for a dirty night.”

“Yes, I am a dirty boy! Fuck me… Fuck me harder, please! Please! Ahhh!” I leaned into his words, my body vibrating under the machine-gun pace of his thrusts. I looked up at the man choking me; even though I’d never experienced this before, it made perfect sense in the heat of his aggression. My waist felt weak, my toes curled into the air. His face was a mask of dark satisfaction at how well I was responding. The entire bed felt like it was on fire. I struggled to breathe even as I screamed his name.

“P’Jane! P’Jane!”

“Call me daddy.”

“Ah… Ah… ”

“Say it.””… ”

“Now.”

“Daddy… Daddy… Fuck me, daddy!”

“You got it, baby.” I shrieked as he hit me harder than ever, my body trembling violently. As I reached my peak, I came hard, my heart thundering in my chest. Before I could even catch my breath, P’Jane flipped me onto my stomach. He forced me onto my knees, uncaring of the mess, and buried himself inside me to the hilt. He ground his hips with a frantic madness, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the room. One large hand pressed my head into the pillow, his body looming over me so I couldn’t escape, while his other hand worked me. I wailed.

“P’Jane… wait… stop… enough… ”

“You’ve been teasing me for months because you wanted this, haven’t you?” “… ”

“Right?” He grunted. He flashed a wicked smirk, licking my neck and my Adam’s apple, never slowing down as he whispered hoarsely in my ear.

“I asked if I’m right.”

“Yes… yes!” He knew I was only protesting to wind him up further. He saw through everything.

“You dirty boy.”

“Daddy, please! Harder! More! Please… do me hard!” He gritted his teeth, a low growl escaping his throat as I tightened around him. I begged for “Daddy” to crush me again and again. His hand moved from my front to squeeze and bruise my backside instead, occasionally slapping me hard when my demands became too lewd. I was like a child who couldn’t get enough. The point where we were joined felt hot enough to spark. Finally, my body slumped flat against the bed, with only my hips held high to receive his punishment. He broke me down until there was nothing left.

“Oh… oh god… ” I threw my head back, moaning as I took the impact of a second position-my legs draped over his powerful shoulders, my hips hovering off the bed. I dug my nails into the bedsheets, pulling so hard I thought they’d tear. It was a mix of torture and absolute bliss. This angle allowed P’Jane to sink into me so deeply, hitting every sensitive spot perfectly. Even though I could barely endure it, my mouth kept begging to swallow him whole, over and over. He kept me pinned beneath his muscular frame. I watched his handsome face, his black hair swaying with every rhythmic thrust-it was the hottest thing in the world. Then, he leaned down to bite and suck on my collarbone, unable to contain his primal urge. His pace was aggressive, sending waves of ecstasy through my entire body. My own heat had been spent until not a drop remained after peaking three times in various positions-all of which I responded to eagerly.

Finally, P’Jane withdrew just as he was about to release, leaving me feeling a sudden, hollow ache. He stepped up to straddle me, letting his white heat spill across my chest, some of it splashing onto my face. He smiled with satisfaction, his thumb stroking my flushed, blood-red cheek firmly-looking like the most attractive demon on earth. I ran my tongue over my lips, licking away the traces of him on my face, intentionally trying to provoke his desire again. Five years… I wasn’t going to let this end easily. It worked. He flipped me onto my side, pinning both my arms behind my back until my body arched as if it might break. His firm hips drove in and out of me relentlessly. I tucked my chin against my chest, crying out loud while he only groaned back in a low, slow rumble.

“Daddy! Daddy! Ah… ”

“Yes… baby.”

“Fuck me, daddy! Fuck… dad… dy! Ahh!” He was the most thrilling “Satan Daddy” in the world. And I would be his “bad boy” and his alone. We went at it until the sky was nearly bright. Whenever one of us wanted to stop, the other would push for more. It felt endless until I finally blacked out. I woke up again because my stomach was growling. I realized it was already 1: 00 PM and nearly panicked. No way. We had been so starved for each other that it exploded like a volcanic eruption. No matter how much we held each other, it never felt like enough. I had no idea where my discarded clothes had ended up.

Since walking out naked wasn’t an option, I raided P’Jane’s wardrobe and 120 grabbed the first thing I saw. It turned out to be a white long-sleeved shirt that was way too big for me, but I quickly buttoned it up and headed downstairs for food. I couldn’t help it; the “workout” last night was no joke. My vision was literally turning yellow from exhaustion. I walked quickly down the hallway and spiraled down the stairs. I wanted to change, but I was starving. Once the passion faded, embarrassment took its place. I started overthinking-would the servants know what happened? Would they wonder why I missed breakfast? For P’Jane, it didn’t matter because he usually kept irregular hours, but I was always punctual. Even though the staff was professional and usually vanished after their morning chores-only reappearing when P’Jane rang the bell-I usually chatted with them politely.

I never saw myself as a “boss,” just another employee. I headed straight for the kitchen, downed two glasses of filtered water, and shoved two slices of bread into the toaster. My hands were shaking as I grabbed an apple from a display bowl and bit into it. So this is what starving feels like. After one apple, I started to feel human again. I pressed the machine to let my favorite hot chocolate pour into a cup. The toaster dinged, and the fragrant bread popped up. I grabbed a slice and started chewing, deciding to get some cold milk from the fridge while the chocolate finished. I jumped nearly out of my skin when the fridge door swung shut. Standing there was a tall figure with messy hair, his face still creased with pillow marks.

Red hickeys decorated his neck and chest, and he had biscuit crumbs around his mouth. He was wearing nothing but a pair of knee-length black Adidas lounge shorts. I hadn’t even noticed him there. My mouth hung open, my toast nearly falling to the floor. I was in such a rush that I hadn’t checked if anyone was in the kitchen. I quickly set my half-eaten toast on a nearby white plate. He looked a little startled to see me, too. And let me tell you-in this state, he was a danger to my heart all over again. But it wasn’t the “Hot Daddy” or the “Fiery Gentleman” look; it was the “hot guy at home in a mess” look. This look made him look years younger, like he’d regressed back to his late teens. It was a “low-effort” handsome, but incredibly handsome.

Why did he have to be so captivating all the time? It’s ridiculous. We stared at each other, both feeling a wave of awkwardness. I knew he felt it too because he immediately started scratching the back of his head. I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop tugging at the hem of his oversized shirt. The truth was, we hadn’t even officially “gotten back together,” but we had… well…

Ughhhhhhh! Why am I being shy now? Last night I couldn’t stop screaming for him! Jenalee, you idiot! I just wanted to run away. I couldn’t handle the tension.

“Want some jam?”

“Huh! Oh, yes. Please.” I replied instantly as he threw out a random offer to break the silence. He held up a jar of grape jam from the fridge. Normally, I never eat jam-I prefer butter- I decided that today was the day I’d become a jam person. But because I was being a clumsy mess, I fumbled the catch. The glass jar hit the floor with a loud shatter. Shards of glass and jam flew everywhere. I covered my mouth, eyes wide.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay. I’ll get it. Step back.”

“No, no! I’ Il clean it up.”

“I said I’ve got it.”” I will-” My words died in my throat as we moved closer, our eyes locking in the tight space. I took a shaky breath as I looked at his features-the marks I had left on him and the strong body I had clung to last night. He was looking at me in his white shirt, which was so loosely buttoned that he could see everything. An electric current sparked between us instantly. I threw my head back with a moan as he pulled me in and hoisted me onto the marble kitchen counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we crashed into a deep, desperate kiss. We only teased each other for maybe five minutes before he pushed my legs into an ‘M’ shape on the counter. He slid his waistband down to his ankles and entered me right then and there. I braced my hands behind me, my body bouncing against the marble as he drove into me repeatedly. I moaned loudly, begging him to do whatever he wanted to me. I arched my back as he pulled my shirt up to feast on me, his hands-hot as fire-stroking my sweaty back. His mouth didn’t stay still for a second, busy trailing hot kisses all over my neck.

“Hah… P’Jane… hah… ” This love felt like it could last for an eternity, anywhere and everywhere. We were completely lost in each other, overflowing with pleasure and desire. We couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies; it felt as if the world consisted only of the two of us. When will this game of love end? I don’t know how to stop it. And it seems P’Jane doesn’t know either.

“Ah… Daddy… Daddy… “