The Other Woman Of Jake Mitchell [R-18]

The Other Woman Of Jake Mitchell

Her body molded into his like it was made exactly for him. A moan escaped her moist lips as the heat inside her burst into flames like it was fed with gasoline. Her hand grew clammy with sweat and need as it touched his skin shakily. Digging and raking her long fingernails across his muscled back. Patuloy itong bumubulong sa tainga niya niya at wala siyang magawa kundi maniwala sa mga salita nito.

She knew he loved her.

Ngunit bakit may mga luhang tumutulo sa mga mata niya?

Why does her chest hurt as beads of sweat popped out of her seared skin while his lips run along her collar bone? Why does she cry out in pain inspite of the orgasm threatening to explode?

"Jules.. F*ck, Jules.."

You are already f*cking me..

He dugged his fingers on her butt cheeks as he spilled his contents inside her like a breath stealing finale.

"Tell me you love me." he commanded her. His voice husky due to too much exertion.

"I won't." this wasn't the first time she tried to defy him.

"Stop fcking around." he gripped her breast tight and it stole the air out of her lungs.

In response, she bucked her hips. He still hasn't fully withdrawn out of her and she took that as a chance to grip him tight with her muscles. He groaned in her ear. She could feel him growing hard once again. He nipped the shell of her ear, and all she could hear were his rugged breaths.

"Tell me what I want to hear and I might f*ck you again."

She closed her eyes and shook her head. Naramdaman na lang niya na bumangon ito at iniwan siya sa kama. Walang salita na tinalikuran siya nito. Inspite of her growing need, she drew her knees to her chest and hugged herself. No, she would not cry. Julianna Vera Cruz will not cry. She was stronger than that.

But hopefully, she would drift off to sleep before she could hear the opening and closing of the door, an indication that Jake was about to leave and return to his wife...

Now, that would be her undoing.

The Other Woman of Jake Mitchell
Copyright © 2017 AnnSyvil

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.