Endgame (rough draft)

Part 13

Rachel thought Elijah was finished after he nutted inside her and boy was she wrong. He pulled out of her dripping core and yanked her body around. She stared up at her boss in a complete daze. The way he looked at her with an intense gaze had her insides twisting and turning, wanting more. More of him. She stared back with just as much lust and need.

Elijah pulled her towards his body. Slowly caressing her cheek, her jaw to her collar bone. Leaving electric shocks throughout her body. Is this even real? She found herself asking herself. Is it was a dream then she didn't want to wake up. Not yet at least.

He hesitated for a moment before removing his clothes. All while staring Rachel in her beautiful hazel eyes. She followed suit and removed the last piece of clothing that was left on her body. As she removed her tight fitted tank top her pierced tits bounced, begging Elijah to touch them. And that he did. Rachel's fingers interlocked in his dark brown hair as he sucked and licked her nipples.

He shouldn't. But she was so gorgeous and he wanted to ravish her body. Savior every last moment of her soft skin. His hands glided down her sides to her ass. He has it one hard smack that caused her to yelp. He used that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth before giving her the best passionate kiss of her life. Their tongues fought for dominance as he gropes her ass.

He pulled back to catch his breath. He was defiantly going to regret this but what the hell. Grabbing two hands full of her plumpness he picked her up and walked over to the couch. He sat down with her straddling his lap. Rachel bit her bottom lip. The simple act drives him wild and she didn't even know it. He smirked and pulled her lip with his finger before slowly inserting it in her mouth. Rachel never broke eye contact as she sucked on his finger.

He slowly removed his finger from her mouth and watched as spit dripped from his finger to her tongue. Smirking, he reached for her clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion. Before she could rest her head on his shoulder he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Come on, angel. Let me hear you moan for me."

Rachel shook her head side to side.

"Stubborn." He positioned himself at her entrance and slammed her body onto him. Smiling at the sound of her moaning, he felt somewhat satisfied.

~***~

Rachel groaned in frustration. She rolled over in bed, conflicted about her dreams of her boss. She felt dirty, but she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed kissing Elijah. She popped an Advil and prayed it would take effect. It had been her addiction since long ago.

Elijah quietly left his room and went to wash up before leaving. He figured it would be best to leave before he made any more mistakes. Fixing his cuff links, he took the elevator to the main lobby.

"Good morning Mr. Elijah Henderson!" The same blonde chirped.

The women seemed desperate. Not to mention blondes were not his type by any means. He gave her a nod before walking to the entrance.

"Elijah." James, his long-time driver greeted him.

"I will not need your services today however I want you to take Miss Jaeger wherever she may need to go. Take her to the jet tomorrow morning around ten and have Marcus meet her at the airport to take her home." He walked off without a reply. "Oh, James?"

"Sir?"

"I'll text you a list, get those items, and deliver them to Miss. Jaeger before she awakes."

"Of course."

~***~

Rachel stood on the beach as her toes sunk in the warm sand. The smell of the saltwater filled her nostrils as she watched the waves crash. Jamaica was home. It's where she felt at peace and most importantly loved. It was everything America wasn't. Home.