"But I do like taking care of you..." she added, her voice dropping into a dark, velvety purr. "I like feeding you... touching you... owning you..."
Her words were a match to the kindling of my arousal. I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her against me, my mouth crashing down onto hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was filthy—sloppy, wet, hungry.
Our lips mashed together, tongues clashing, teeth clicking, saliva dripping down our chins as we devoured each other.
She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my tongue, her hands flying to my hair, yanking me closer like she wanted to fuse our bodies together. I could taste her—coffee and sugar and something darker, something that was just her—and it was intoxicating.
I groaned, my free hand sliding down to grip her waist, my fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her uniform. She was so fucking soft, her skin like silk under my touch, her body molding to mine like she was made for it.
The kiss deepened, our breaths ing in ragged, uneven gasps, the wet, obscene sounds of our mouths filling the air. She sucked on my bottom lip, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin before she pulled back just enough to lick the sting away, her tongue hot and wet and fucking perfect.
"Stella... Fuck, I missed you..." I growled against her lips, my voice rough, my cock aching with the need to be inside her.
The words were torn from me, raw and honest, because goddamn it, I had missed her. Missed this—the way she kissed like she wanted to consume me, the way her body responded to mine, the way she made me feel like a fucking king.
She whimpered, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, the friction of her body against mine maddening.
"I’ve missed you too, my husband..." she gasped, her voice breathless, her lips never leaving mine for more than a second. Her tongue flicked against my lips, teasing, before she deepened the kiss again, her body pressing harder against me, her tits crushing against my chest.
The wet, sloppy sounds of our mouths filled the room, the slick drag of her tongue against mine, the way she sucked on my bottom lip before biting down just hard enough to make me hiss. I could feel the eyes of the others on us, but I didn’t give a single fuck. Let them watch.
Julie’s voice cut through the haze, distant but amused. "Jack..." she said, her tone laced with laughter, "I called Sister Jayden... told her you’re back. She’s on her way." There was a pause, the sound of a cup being set down. "You might want to... save some energy."
I barely heard her. My hands were on Stella’s ass, squeezing, lifting her just enough to grind her down again, my cock throbbing beneath her, the fabric of my pants doing little to hide how hard I was.
Stella broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, "They’re all watching..." her voice a dirty, breathless tease, her eyes dark with lust, her lips swollen and glossy with our shared spit.
I didn’t give a fuck. If anything, it only turned me on more.
I pulled her back in, our lips crashing together again, the kiss even sloppier, messier, her spit dripping down my chin as she moaned into my mouth.
My hands slid under the hem of her skirt, my fingers finding the bare, damp skin of her thighs, the heat of her pussy soaking through the thin lace of her panties.
"Fuck, you’re dripping," I groaned against her lips, my voice a rough, desperate sound. "You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? About my cock inside you?"
Stella let out a needy, broken sound, her hips rolling faster, her nails raking down my neck, leaving behind red, stinging marks. "Y-yes..." she gasped, her voice trembling. "Always... I always think about it... about you..."
Kasumi, Tomiko, Yuko, and Haruna’s laughter and murmurs faded into the background, their voices a distant hum beneath the roar of blood in my ears.
Stella’s body trembled against mine, her pussy clenching around nothing, her need palpable. "Fuck..." I groaned against her lips, my hands tightening on her hips, my cock pulsing beneath her. "You’re gonna make me cum in my pants, you little slut."
Stella pulled back just enough to smirk, her lips still swollen and glossy with our shared spit, her eyes dark and heavy with pure, raw lust. Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts against my mouth as she rolled her hips again—slow, deliberate, maddening. The thin fabric of my shirt rubbed against her clit through the thin barrier, sending sparks straight up my spine.
"Then you’ll know what it feels like," she purred, voice low and velvet-rough, "to be this desperate for me." Her fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to arch my throat, exposing the elegant line of my neck. She leaned down, lips brushing my skin like a promise, tongue darting out to drag a slow, wet stripe up the column of my throat.
"And I get to watch..." she whispered, the words dripping with dark, delicious hunger, before she sealed her mouth over mine again—bruising, possessive, claiming. The kiss was deep, filthy, and filled with everything we weren’t saying out loud.
The moment her lips crashed against mine, the door swung open with a soft creak.
Jayden stood there in her usual outfit—ladies’ pants hugging her hips, a simple white shirt tucked in neatly, and that sleek black leather jacket draped casually over her shoulders.
The morning light caught the gold chain at her throat and the faint smudge of lipstick she’d clearly reapplied. Her eyes locked instantly on the scene: me and Stella, tangled and lost in each other, my hands buried in her hair, Stella’s hips still moving against me like she was claiming territory.
Julie’s voice broke the tension, warm and inviting. "Jayden, sweetheart, e have breakfast with us. There’s fresh fruit, yogurt, and those little pastries you like."
Jayden hesitated, her fingers tightening on the strap of her leather jacket. "I... I already ate," she answered softly, voice still husky from the cold night air. "But thank you, Ma’am Julie. Really."
She slid into the empty chair across from Hannah, and I perched on the edge like she was ready to bolt at any second. Her eyes flicked to Hannah, then to Patricia, who was still half-asleep in her seat, head resting on her arms.
"Hannah... which college do you guys attend again? I want to help Patricia enroll somewhere. She’s been so bored at home lately, and I hate seeing her like that."
Hannah smiled gently, reaching over to squeeze Jayden’s hand. "Don’t worry, Sister Jayden. I’ll take care of it myself. I’ll enroll her in our college—no charge, no hassle. She’s going to love it there."
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