His Dirty Little Secret//Jayceon Taylor, The Game

Once More//His Dirty Little Secret

(Heya, last chapter!)

💁🏽 Natasha 💁🏽

I watched Jayceon walk in from the bathroom, a white towel around his waist with small droplets of water running down his chest. God, he was handsome. I felt so lucky that he'd chosen someone like me.

But I couldn't stay with him.

I stood and placed my hand on his chest, gazing up into his handsome eyes as he touched my waist. I lifted my hand to the back of his neck, his skin was damp but I didn't really care. With a soft tug, I pulled his head down to mine and placed my lips against his.

He kissed back without hesitation, moving his lips is gentle movements, almost as if he was scared that he'd hurt me. His lips were warm and chapped, the lips I loved.

I tucked my fingers under the towel around his waist and pulled it softly. I felt Jayceon quickly grasp my wrists.

"Are you sure? Baby ya don' have to do this, okay? I understand if ya ain't ready, I'm ready to wait-"

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. I nudged him to the bed and let him sit. Jayceon looked up at me as I ran my fingers through his hair. I unbuckled my jeans and straddled his lap, kissing him again.

His hands fell around my waist and his fingers tangled in the bottom of my shirt. I knew he loved me, I could tell by the way he left my shirt on-he knew my scar made me feel disgusting.

I felt his hard manhood against my sex as he peppered kisses down my neck. I moaned softly, lifting myself before going down on him. I felt him grunt against my skin as he turned me over and filled me completely with him. He moved slowly and filled me deeply, every movement filled with passion.

For the first time, I felt like we were truly making love. Jayceon kept this up for at least an hour before climaxing against me.

I lay in his arms, trailing my nails along his forearm, "I love you Jay."

"I love you too." He muttered softly as he slowly fell asleep. 

I took a deep breath and carefully climbed out of bed. Silently, I packed a bag of what I needed. I didn't want to take the nice dresses Jay had bought me or the designer clothes. I just wanted the necessities-jeans, two or three shirts, all my underwear, and two of Jayceon's hoodies.

I crept downstairs and put some food in the bag and grabbed the house phone, dialling a taxi number. I couldn't take Jay's car, it felt wrong. Once they were here, I left the house and refused to look back.

The memories hurt too much, I couldn't do that to myself. I loved him, completely and devotedly, but knowing I'd never be any good for him made me know I couldn't stay.

It was time to start a new life away from here.

-THE END