Who Could Not Win the Mistress?

Your Loves Whore

I was going to get married to Jack White. For weeks, I wouldn't keep my excitement together. But marriage wasn't in our schedule as of now.

Jack kissed my neck as I wore a cute white dress with loose straps he gave me the other night. We had a nice dinner together for the night and Jack wanted to take me to the hotel to celebrate our engagement.

I put on that blue necklace and examined myself in the mirror as I had the white dress. I got ready just for Jack as he wanted to make hard love to me. I held his cigarillo in my fingers and searched for a lighter.

I tried to ditch cigarettes, but I took Jack's cue. I began smoking his tiny cigarillos. I held the little brown bastard in my mouth and searched in the drawer. Jack grabbed my hand and grinned at me.

"Looking for something, Emma?" He waved the lighter. I nodded and I leaned in waiting for a light. "My pretty Angel."

I smiled and he flicked the lighter. He had his dress shirt and a loosened tie on. He looked sharp and honestly, fuckable. I held the smoke and blew smoke out.

"You're sexy." He wrinkled his nose and booped me. I took a drag and stuck my tongue out.

"I work on it," I stared at my exposed parts of my chest from what the dress revealed. "Hard."

He smiles and nods. "You should get ready, sweetie. A perfect dinner should equal something even more perfect." He winks.

I blushed and took a deep breath on my cigarillo. I blew more plumes out and he took it from me. I shook my head and left for the bathroom.

Jack peeked at me and took his belt off. I looked at him and decided to keep the door open. I was always Ed's whore, since that motel story became old news. But I loved being Jack's whore the most.

I removed my dress and saw that mirror in front of me. My pale skin on display, I still had dark red lipstick on my lips. Jack looked at me and started to unbutton his shirt. I removed the paint off of my lips and washed my face.

I saw lips stick to my neck and I kept my eyes closed. Almost like our second encounter.

"Can I tell you something, Jack?" I pause.

"Anything, my Angel." He says.

"That time you fucked me in the motel bathroom in England, when you met me, that was the best night of my life." I confessed.

He almost had his hard self on my ass. He opened the faucet and collected the water in his hands. He brushed his hand on my auburn locks and kissed my head.

"I certainly loved meeting you." He chuckles. "I wasn't sure if I was in love or not."

I paused at that and removed my necklace. I had medium sized breasts for him to admire. They pressed painfully against the counter as he put me there. I know where he was taking me.

He pounded me against the counter after he closed the faucet. I stared at the mirror and looked at the beauty that was Jack.

"I love you Emma Cadote." He whispered and shut his eyes pushing himself more into me. I groan and have my semi wet hair touch the sink.

"I love you, Jack." I whisper and he pushes inside me more. I felt the perfect noise as he rode his orgasm out. We didn't bring condoms.

He brings me in and kisses me. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the kiss in me. I put my hands into his hair and kissed him again.

"I don't know what to do without you, Jack." I closed my eyes and put my hand on his chest. I did drink a little before we went into the hotel.

"Me neither Emma." He says and looks at my engagement ring. He kisses it and kisses my chest next. "You have such a beautiful face. I can't help it."