Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

CL

| Y/N's POV |
warning: SMUT
(not proofread)

Our positions were flipped and I was straddling my soon-to-be wide's hips. Jenna's hands took advantage of the moment to run along my body, feeling my curves and soft skin. She caressed the new fabric of my Calvin Klein garments.

"I like this." She whispered, biting her lip. "It looks good on you. Really, really good."

"Oh yeah?" I trailed my hand across her chest. Jenna closed her eyes before staring into my eyes. She was silently asking for consent that I granted immediately.

Jenna pulled my panties down, tossing them aside, licking her lips. "I love your body. God, you don't even know how beautiful you are." She trailed her way back up to plant a kiss to my lips. "I see you as the most gorgeous woman in the world. Not just your appearance but your heart, personality, and soul. It's why I'm marrying you."

I could feel her lips on my neck, sucking harshly to leave hickey's galore. I could practically feel her marking my entire neck, making sure not a single inch of skin was visible.

I moaned and grasped her hair. Jenna worked her magic all over my body, taking my nipple in her mouth, massaging my other breast with her hand. She gently kneaded it with such care. Her knee slotted between my legs purposefully so it would hit my core nicely and she could watch my squirm.

My back arched up. I felt my hands clawing at her back, probably marking her the way she did me. I knew Jenna had no care in the world. She sort of developed this kink for me to scratch her up like that. Almost like a pain kink, in a way.

It was cute that we keep exploring new things about each other and growing as people. That'll be a more regular thing once we officially get married. It only made me more excited about our future together.

Speaking of wedding's, we reflected a lot on what we truly wanted. What we knew we didn't want was paparazzi crashing our "big" wedding so we inevitably decided on it being something small. Which also then led to the decision of us having the wedding in the backyard of our house where the proposal happened.

Sabrina had rearranged everything like an Angel, she truly was the best.

Back to my lovely fiancé, who's lips were getting dangerously close to my pussy. It was soaking wet, throbbing in a pulsating form just because of her.

Jenna didn't tease me or force me to bed. She gave me what I wanted immediately. Her wet tongue dipped through my folds, thrusting incredibly fast. My walls clenched around her muscle, my hands gripping the bed sheets since Jenna's back was nowhere near me. I could feel my body descending off the bed because of how good Jenna was making me feel right now.

It didn't even take a full 2 minutes before Jenna was making my cum. My eyes rolling back into my head. I had a feeling that this wouldn't happen two, not three, not even four times, but maybe more than five more times.

Jenna was a sex animal. In a good way. It wasn't like she was addicted to the point that it was the answer to everything, but addicted just enough to crave me every second of the day.

There was one time I walked in the room and called her for a dinner. She got a boner from that. How? I don't know! But I liked the effect on her.

I slumped back against the bed, breathing heavily as Jenna crawled her way up my body. "I'm not done with you, you know."

"Oh I do." I breathlessly whispered. "But gimme some time to breathe. You always take the air out of me."

Jenna chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Fair enough, baby girl."

She let me rest until I felt ready. I quickly sat up, taking a small sip of water before taking her by surprise and straddling her waist. "I'm ready." I pulled my hair up into a ponytail.

Jenna gently grabbed my neck, taking all the control. She switched our positions again, pushing me onto my back with her hand still wrapped around my throat. She never went to far with it - leaving marks or cutting off my oxygen.

In fact, I loved when she did this.

Jenna gave my throat a light squeeze before letting go. Her hand slithered back down my body, but went up her own thigh to her boxers. "You want to pull them down or should I?"

I didn't hesitate to grab her boxers, pulling them down, my mouth watering as her dick sprang free. I went to grab it but Jenna grabbed my wrist, pinning my hands above my head.

"Here's how this is gonna go, darling. You'll be the good little girl you are for me and let me fuck you the way I want. If you do amazing, I'll let you choose what we do next. Understand?"

I swallowed, holding back a smile. "Yes, daddy."

She smiled satisfied. "That's my good girl." She grabbed her dick in her hand, letting go of my wrists. But I knew better than to move them from above my head. "My good fucking girl." Jenna grunted as her cock slid inside me, striking a wave of pleasure through my body. She got deeper and deeper, stretching my walls out.

"All yours, daddy. All yours." I couldn't help but moan out.

"I know, baby, I know. Forever and always." Jenna's hip movements were precise and sharp, knowing every angle to hit. Somehow managing to hit deeper parts inside me that I didn't notice before. As of now, she could be rearranging my fucking organs.

But again, I'm not complaining.

It has only been maybe 7 minutes of going at this, I wasn't even far behind from my orgasm that was quickly building up. I grabbed Jenna's broad shoulders, throwing my head back. My hips instinctively matched her rhythm.

Jenna ducked her head in my chest, both of us chasing our highs. I was the first to cum, costing her entire dick. My pussy throbbed uncontrollably. Jenna kept up her frantic pace until she pulled out, letting go on my stomach.

Her pull out game was much stronger, thankfully.

"Fuck." My fiancé cursed under her breath, almost falling on top of me but she caught herself and rolled over onto her back.

I stared breathlessly up at the ceiling. "So... round 3?"

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A/N:
yes I will write another part to this tmrw, imntoor riesd
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Tor riwdd. Too rueyw.
TOO TIRED!***