When fifteen girls go missing from a group home, it shakes the whole of Chicago but it gets worse when it starts happening all over America. Skip to fifteen years later and some of them start to return. What is going on? And what does it have to do...
A/N: This will contain smut, if you are uncomfortable withthat, please skip. It will go onto the next chapter but hopefully notthe whole of it. Firsttime writing it, please don't judge. And lastly, two hands on the phonepeople. Enjoy :)
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The second we got home, I was pushed into the wall and Jay began attacking my neck with licks, kisses and even bites. Grabbing his hair, I threw my head back and moaned loudly.
"I haven't even started and you're making that much noise."
"What can I say, your mouth works wonders."
I could swear his eyes darkened for a moment as he looked at me while on his knees. He trailed his fingers along my thighs before going down to the bottom of my leg and taking my heels off.
Jay slowly kissed up my legs, taking his sweet little time. He was teasing me, I knew it but he's only really punishing himself because I know how bad he wanted this.
My hands went from his hair to chin and lifted his head so his eyes were on mine. I looked at him, his hands on my legs and his face mere inches from my upper thigh. Laughing and smirking at him, I walked off and left him to question himself.
He quickly followed me to the shower and I took my time taking off his clothes. My tongue flicked out to lick his shoulder and up to his ear, seductively kissing and sucking on the lobe.
"I love it when my eyes roll, your fingers and your cock pumping in and out of me at a painstakingly slow pace. Deep. Hard."
He moaned out, his head resting against mine as he licked his lips and breathed heavily.
"Baby, please."
"I'm in control this time. Now, get in the shower."
"Yes, Ma'am." He said, taking off his clothes slowly while keeping eye contact.
I tried to keep my eyes on his face but the second his cock sprung up, my eyes darted downwards, licking my lips slowly.
I took my time taking off my dress, one strap slipped from my shoulder and the dress practically fell with it. He wasn't facing me when I turned to look at him, instead his arm was resting above his head on the wall and he was leant over, breathing heavily.
"If you're about to turn into a vampire and bite me, please don't. I'm not into that shit."
"On your knees."
"Didn't I say I was in charge?"
"Taylor, please."
"Calm down, Halstead. I was going to do that anyway."
