His Nasty Little Pussy

Bobby nodded a quick yes to let Jack know he understood. Jack flicked his hand at him in disgust and said, “Get the fuck out, and don’t ever think about contacting Simone again. If you do, you’ll have me to deal with.” Bobby gave an audible gulp before running out the front door.

I stayed where I was behind Jack, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at me. I didn’t want him to think that I’d encouraged Bobby or brought him over to make Jack jealous. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t enjoy Jack’s reaction, but I would never have played him like that.

“Jack…” I started, but he quickly turned around, cutting me off.

He stared at me with those intense blue eyes. He was angry. I could easily see that, but underneath it all there was something else. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it was fear. But what did Jack have to be afraid of?

Before I could ask, Jack said, “Upstairs. Shower. Now.” He said it with his jaw still clenched so tightly I could see the muscles tick.

I didn’t stick around to ask questions. Instead, I turned and raced up the stairs. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me, and when I went into the bathroom and tried to shut the door behind me, he was there, keeping it open with his hand.

There was still a storm going on behind those eyes of his, but this time the desire was easy to see, and I smiled when my nipples hardened, and I felt the familiar wetness between my legs.

“Do you still want to be with me, Simone?” he asked, never taking his eyes from mine.

“Yes, Jack,” I immediately said.

“Are you sure about that? Think long and hard, kiddo, because I’m one possessive motherfucker. If you give yourself to me, then I own all of you.

Every bit of you belongs to me. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

The intensity of his stare was doing all kinds of things to my body, and his words had my pussy dripping. Owned by him? The very idea sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I wanted to give every last bit of myself to Jack. There wasn’t a doubt in mind when I smiled and said, “Yes, Jack. I’m sure.”

His lips twitched up a bit in a smile, but his eyes never lost their intensity.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Good. Now strip and get in the shower. I can’t tolerate the idea of another man’s scent on you.”

I hurried up and tugged my t-shirt and jeans off so I was in nothing but a lacy bra and panties. Jack’s eyes widened at the sight of my nearly naked body, but he stayed where he was. I bent over to start the shower, and when I turned around, I couldn’t help but notice the very large bulge in his jeans. Smiling, I unhooked my bra and pulled my panties down.

I stepped into the shower and started to pull back the shower curtain, but Jack’s voice cut through the small space, stilling my hand.

“No, leave it open.”

“But I’ll get water everywhere,” I argued.

He didn’t say a word, just quirked an eyebrow at me as if challenging me to argue with him again. God, this new side of Jack was so fucking sexy. If I was already this turned on and he hadn’t even touched me, I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the night had in store.

I kept the curtain open and lathered up my bath pouf. Starting at my hands, I began running the sponge over my body, working up a good sudsy foam.

While I scrubbed, I said, “Jack, I hope you don’t think I was going to do anything with that guy. I mean, I wasn’t teasing him or anything.” I chanced a quick glance at him before adding, “Not like I tease you.”

There was an amused look on his face when he said, “So you didn’t flash him your pussy every chance you got or finger yourself while sitting on his lap or get yourself off using his t-shirt?”

I tried to hide my grin but couldn’t. I loved teasing Jack, and he knew it. Bringing the sponge to my tits, I lathered them up nice and good, squeezing and playing with them while I did it.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, but you’re my naughty girl, Simone. If I thought for one second you pranced your little pussy around for every man to drool over, then we wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

His eyes narrowed as he watched me slide my soapy hands over my tits.

“I don’t want a whore, Simone. I want my whore. There’s a big difference.”

I slid the sponge lower, drawing it over my pussy before sudsing up my ass nice and good. I slid it along my inner thighs before cleaning each leg from ass cheek to toes. Hanging up the pouf, I stood under the water, letting it rinse the soapy bubbles away.

Jack never took his eyes off me, and I was so fucking horny. I couldn’t help letting my fingers graze along my pussy.

“Simone,” Jack said, and there was a warning in his voice.

“Mm-hmm,” I answered over my shoulder, not meeting his eyes as I slid one finger into myself.

“Did I give you permission to touch my pussy?”

“Uh-uh,” I said, burying my finger further into my cunt, except this time I also brought my other hand to my slick, wet tit, cupping it in my hand.

He tsked at me like I was being a disobedient child. “You have so much to learn, little one, but you will learn.” He emphasized the last part, making my pussy clench around my finger.

He stepped forward and shut off the water. He slid my finger out of my pussy and sucked it clean before grabbing a towel to slowly, carefully dry me off. The towel was fluffy, but it still felt rough against my nipples, and I moaned as he dried my tits.

“I need to know everything you’ve done before me,” he said as he continued to dry me, moving the towel lower until he was drying between my legs with featherlight brushes of the towel.

“Who else has tasted this delicious cunt? Who have you fucked?” I looked at him in shock. How could he possibly still not know?