Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

7. Praying?

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

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Jennie

I'm alone with her. All alone. She dismissed the lawyer. It's just me and her. She watches me.

"Come to me," She ordered.

Grabbing my bearings, I stand, walking toward her. Before I can ease myself into her arms she grabs me up, placing me on her lap.

She kisses my shoulder. Pull my sleeve down. Her lips brush my skin. I bite my lip. Closing my eyes.

"You look... so scared. Are you a virgin?"

"No," I whisper

"Of course not," She murmured while her rough hands on my skin.

"How long," She whispered. "Do you think you can avoid fucking?"

I shiver. She's an attractive woman. Her voice is seductive. Her hands are strong and steady. She's fit, built.

Her face is gorgeous. She's a gorgeous woman. But... she's frightening.

I shrug. "No. I figured that's what you wanted from me."

"Figured?" Is her stony response. "I told you. When I first met you, this is what I wanted."

"Do you even care what I want?"

She's silent.

I put my head down. A single tear slips down my face, it doesn't go unnoticed. She thumbs the tear away. She licks away the salty drop from her thumb, eyeing me blankly.

"Why the tears, gorgeous? Am I so hideous?"

"You're so handsome. But..."

"I suggest, you get used to my touch. My kiss. My cock. If you want, I'll let you go. For now."

No. No. It's best that I don't try to avoid my fate. Besides, I might like it.

"No," Her stony visage remains unchanged, except a quirked brow. "Sir. Please. Show me."

"Show you?"

"Show me... what you want."

She blinks. Contemplating. "Speak plainly."

I swallow roughly. My trembling hand lifts resting on her face. She freezes. "Fuck me, sir."

A beat passes before she grabs my hand, moving it away from her.

"Do not touch me without permission."

Her hands settle around my waist. She lifts me into the table. Rolling away from the table she stands, menacingly between my legs.

Silently, she lifts my skirt, shoving it up to my waist. I wasn't even provided underwear. Then she pulls down her pants, fishing out her long member through her underwear.

I gasp at the sight of her. Holy shit, that'll break me.

She sees my expression. "I have people to put you back together when I break you."

When?

Thankfully, she doesn't just shove inside me. She drags her hands down my body, taking her time. She stimulates my clit, bringing the nerves to life.

My nipple pebble as she circles the bundle of nerves, dipping a finger inside me. She strokes my walls as she plays with my clit bringing me to orgasm.

I'm wet, but not ready. She doesn't mind. Precum glistens on her head as it juts out as menacing as her.

She wields her cock, It's a weapon for her. She strokes my slit with her head, a wonderful sensation. Then she thrusts in. Out. In. Out. Shallow digs that make me clench but leave me unfilled. Unsatisfied.

Then it hits me. She wants me to beg. She wants me to beg for her.

I'm losing my mind from the stimulation when she holds my wrists.

She slides insides me, not gently, but too roughly.

I close my eyes, savoring the feeling. The fullness.

She mumbled something. I don't know what. I think it's Russian.

She holds my wrists in one hand, and the other lifts my hips. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sound of her reverent murmuring, it's too much.

Then she lets go of my wrists, rubbing my clit once more and it's too much. She starts chanting, louder, louder, as I get higher and higher.

Just as I moan my orgasm, she ends her chant, pulling out of me.

Only... she didn't cum. She tucks herself back into her underwear, fixing her pants. She even fixes my skirt for me.

"You didn't cum?"

For the first time since I've met her, her lips quirks. It's not a smile, but I can see it, and that's a change.

"From that? No. I am a woman with... unique tastes. That was for you."

"Can I ask what you were doing?"

She looks away, but answers.

"Praying."