Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

CLXV

| Y/N's POV |
A/N: would y'all be mad if I said this book only has 20 chapters left...?
warning: SMUT

Jenna flipped us over, her now on top of me. "I'm going to make you feel really good, baby." She kissed down my neck.

I sighed contently. "You always do."

Jenna's right hand slid down her own body, teasing herself as she grabbed her member. Her left hand holding onto one of my breasts, giving it a light squeeze as her mouth explored the other one freely.

I watched her slowly start to jerk herself off, working herself up. She was already as hard as rock and I couldn't see how much harder she could get.

The heels of my feet slightly dug into her back since she wrapped my legs around her shoulders again. Jenna groaned, eyes closing for a moment to soak it in before she let my breasts go and let her eyes wander back down to my pussy.

Which was, once again, soaking wet for her.

We're going to have to wash these sheets. No, actually, burn them.

"Ready, my Angel?" Jenna asked breathlessly, precum oozing from her swollen, red tip. I licked my lips eagerly, nodding my head with excitement. The feeling of her being inside me was one of the best feelings ever.

"Please." I begged under my breath when she took her sweet time. A small chuckle elicited from her lips.

"Protection first. Although the thought of getting you pregnant again is enticing." She licked down my abdomen, making a wet trail down my thighs.

"Of course it is." I playfully rolled my eyes, reaching for a condom in the drawer. "Maybe next time." I winked.

Jenna shuddered. "Don't tease me, my love."

I smirked and shoved her shoulder lightly. "Put it on."

She raised one hand in the air in defense before ripping the condom open with her teeth, spitting the excess paper out and slowly rolling the condom onto her dick. "Whenever you want, princess." Jenna planted herself between my legs, thighs held tightly against her hips. "I'm yours and I'm ready."

I softly moaned at the sight and nodded. "Now, yes. Please."

Directly on command, Jenna slowly pushed herself inside me. I felt my breath get caught in my throat, my heart stopped beating. The world turned in slow motion, my eyes falling instantly.

She plunged into me, softly thrusting with love and passion emerging from her. "Fuck." Jenna groaned from above, head tucking into the crook of my neck. "You feel so good, darling."

"You feel even better." I was barely able to moan out, grabbing onto the bed sheets to stabilize myself. But eventually they found their way to Jenna's back and at this point, I think I was just marking my territory.

I knew that by the end of this, her back would probably be completely covered in my scratch marks.

And yet, Jenna was always turned on by that.

"God- just thinking about it, your dress drove me crazy, baby." Jenna started, lifting herself up on the palm of her hands and thrusting deeply, tongue sticking out in concentration. "You looked so beautiful, the prettiest version of you I've ever done seen. I am the luckiest fucking woman in the world."

I wanted to tell her, 'I'm pretty sure I am' but Jenna had me all tongue twisted. Fucked me till the point all my words disappeared into a dark oblivion.

Jenna's face lifted itself out of my neck, pressing her forehead against mine. We were both close to our orgasms. We could feel it. Neither of us said a word, we let the heat between us build up. Our love continued to unravel into the sheets. The thrusts became more soft, tangible, and deep. She hit every spot with nothing less than perfection.

Then, finally, I was the first to climax. My legs shook and I felt my breath become ragged. My hands went numb trying to hold onto Jenna. My head fell back against the pillow, eyes falling open and closed every few seconds as my orgasm washed over me.

It was powerful, shell shocking.

Jenna was next. Continuing her thrusts until she lord her rhythm and control, faltering as she collapsed on top of me. Her warm cum shooting inside the condom.

We laid there; naked and sweaty with a sex-scented ambiance wrapping around us. It was sweet. We didn't need nothing more, nothing less.

We let the quietness of the room overtake our bodies. Jenna made no efforts to pull herself out of me. And I made no effort to convince her to. We felt content and peaceful in each other's arms.

My hand slithered down her back, attempting to soothe the scratch marks that I know were stinging. I kissed her shoulder, feeling her head fall completely onto my chest. "You okay?" I gently asked.

Jenna gave a small nod, huffing a small breath of air out of her mouth. "I'm... perfect." She whispered, hands grabbing onto me like she might lose me.

"I'm here." I reassured her, kissing the top of her head. "I'm here."

"I know." Jenna responded softly. "I love you so much."

"I love you way more. Wife."

Jenna chuckled, her grip tightening for dear life. "Your wife."

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A/N:
there you go. mwah.