Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 44: Jenalyn

Wednesday, 11:19 A.M. EST

It’s been about three minutes, and the monster inside of me is yanking at something deep in my belly and begging for the attention.

I pull my pants down, only getting them to my knees before Evan aggressively lifts my body back onto the desk so he can continue to grope me.

“You want to cum?” he asks, lifting my shirt up to my neck so he can suck on my hard nipple.

They’re so sensitive. My eyes roll back into my head the moment his warm tongue touches them.

I notice Evan glancing up at me, and watch a smile appear on his face before he switches to the opposite nipple.

He lowers himself to his knees and lifts my legs, still bound by the pants around my knees, above his head. I fall back onto the desk, knocking over a small bin filled with manilla folders.

“Evan! What’re you!-“ I gasp, in both shock and surprise.

The warmth of his tongue sliding up my slit and gathering a puddle of wet cuts me off. It only takes four flicks of his tongue before I’m falling apart, gripping the edges of his desk to keep myself from moaning too loud.

He lowers my legs and stands a few moments after I cum. I’m still trying to catch my breath, but brace myself expecting him to pull down his pants and enter me.

But more moments than that would take pass, and I open my eyes to find that his pants are still on.

“What’re you doing?” I ask, confused. I pull myself up from the desk. “Aren’t you going to-“

He grabs a paper towel from the dispenser on the other side of the room, and wipes his face with it. He wears a content smile, though I can’t for the life of life me tell why.

Was he masturbating during that or?

“Why do I have to do that today?” he asks, cocking his head to the side and furrowing his brows. “Did you not...? Was I not...?”

He leaves silence between us, unable to rephrase his question in a way that he likes better.

“I came,” I say, saving him the trouble of having to ask.

He nods his head, throwing the paper towel in his trash bin before grabbing another and walking it over to me. He hands it to me with a satisfied smile, and makes his way back over to his chair.

“Okay, great!” he exclaims in a businesslike tone. “I’d like to take it slow with you then, Hayden. No need to rush right to it, right?”