Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 42: Dane

Monday, 8:03 A.M. EST

I made the run to King of Prussia this morning myself instead of sending Rob because I honestly needed to get away from Jena. She’s been knocked out since last night after she finally broke down and smashed Sierra’s head in. 

And it’s not that I feel bad or anything… It’s just that I may have started to had I not gotten away from her…

We can’t have that. Not this time.

I had to move Jena back into the ‘guest room’ before I left; She won’t be too happy about that. I can’t guarantee that she wouldn’t try to make a run for it after what happened last night though, so it had to happen. I have to keep reminding myself that she asked for this. I have to keep reminding myself that she took my words and warnings and shoved them right up my ass while I watched her do it. 

“Can we go in now?” Sierra asks in a whine, pulling her mouth from between my legs to pout at me. She looks pathetic. Jena got a single hit in on her, but managed to bruise both of her eyes. “My head really hurts, and- I don’t know. Can we just go in?”

She thinks she’s dying because of a little blood, memory loss, and excessive sleepiness- it could have been a lot worse though. Jena could have literally fucking killed her with that blow! 

I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t expecting any use of the ashtray that had fallen off my coffee table when I cleared the living room. It was a nice touch though! It definitely made things a little more interesting!

“Stop talking,” I tell Sierra, ignoring her swollen face as I proceed to shove her mouth back around me. “We’ll go in when I’m good and ready.”

Sierra whines but continues to suck me anyway. I wasn’t planning on getting head outside of the shady clinic I had agreed to bring her to, but it serves as a good distraction from Jena.

Lord knows I need that.

My phone rings in my pocket, and I pull it out to see the Doctor I had made an appointment with calling. “Yeah?” I answer the phone, shoving Sierra’s head down until she gags. 

The doctor, Dr. Phyllis, I believe is his name, clears his throat on the other end of the phone. “Yes, you had an appointment at 7:45?” he states, though he phrases it as a question. “I just wanted to make sure you were still coming in?” 

Sierra pulls her head up and tries to clean her face, but I’m quick to shove her back down with force. 

“Yepp, I’m here!” I say into the phone, feeling myself grow solid as I approach orgasm.

I’m sure Dr. Phyllis is confused, but I don’t give a shit. I push Sierra’s head down even further until I can feel the back of her throat clenching around my tip. 

“You’re here?” he asks, the confusion apparent in his voice.  

I nod my head, shoving Sierra’s head down as far as it’ll go despite her fighting to raise her it from my lap. 

“I don’t see you on the sign-in sheet-” Dr. Phyllis goes to say, only for me to cut him off with a loud groan. 

I interrupt, forcing Sierra to swallow the load that’s been itching for release since watching Jena smash her face in.

I sigh into the phone as I catch my breath. “Yeah… yeah. We’re coming in now,” I tell Dr. Phyllis, ripping Sierra’s head from my dick to practically throw her back into the passenger seat. She winces in pain. “I was just checking out the patient’s head.”