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I can't help grinning at her disbelief as I raise her ass to meet my hips, and I practically hump against that little bit of fabric of shorts. It inflames the stimulation, making me move more fervently that Jen throws her head back, moaning, "Yes. Faster. Please. Faster, Ryan."
Heeding her request, I increase the pace, slapping her ass harder for extra stimulation. She seems to enjoy it, letting out lewd moans, driving my urge to move faster and smack her harder. We end up rutting like animals. After ten minutes of vigorous movement, she cries out as her whole body trembles and her legs give out from underneath her. I lift myself up to see that she has climaxed while I still have a raging hard-on.
Separating myself from her, I can't help admiring the obscene picture Jen makes. Her thighs still trembled from climaxing hard, shamelessly exposing that thoroughly soaked piece of fabric, a thin silver strand connecting it and my erection. Her top pushed down her body to reveal her heaving breasts and her nipples still partially erect from my teasing. Her hot misty gaze observes me as her plump lips part.
I would devour her if it wasn't for her gaze. Does she want me to continue, or is she watching me, letting me make my assumptions? I decide not to push it too far. After all, she only asked for my help in making her cum. Just when I am about to retreat, Jen pushes herself up and grabs my erection, stroking it.
I can't help gasping, my voice hoarse, "Jen…."
My length can hardly even fit in her smaller hands. But she meets my gaze head-on, leaning forward as she slowly and sensually licks the whole of my length, and just then, she takes the head in and sucks sharply. Her actions are so irresistible I can't help getting sucked in. Unable to resist, I cum inside her mouth like a virgin teenager.
Shell-shocked at my own loss of self-control, I bend down to help Jen up, my semen trailing down her chin, "Shit. Jen. I didn't mean to do that…."
But Jen doesn't seem to mind, as she just sits there and uses a finger to collect the white substance, licking it the way she licked my length. I feel my erection charging up yet again. Is she doing this on purpose now?
Frustrated, I pack myself back in before it hardens again and pull her top back over her breasts again, trying to avoid touching her skin more than necessary.
Jen seems confused as she observes my actions, her voice hoarse, "What are you doing?"
Glancing at her still wide-spread thighs, showing off the wet patch between her legs, I suggest, "You should go wash up, Jen."
I turn to collect the messy sheets when I hear Jen stand up and leave quietly. I feel guilty for ignoring her once we finished the deed. Makes me feel as if I have taken advantage of her. Even when hooking up, I always cared for all my dates, but with Jen, I don't know if I can take care of her like that and leave her alone.
She is still hung up on her husband and going through a tough time, so she came to me to relieve herself. I don't know if I could be satisfied if I did anything more than what she allowed me to do, so I held back from doing many things I usually would have done.
I'm about to take my bath when Gray calls me again. I answer my cell, and Gray's voice instantly says, "We found something."
Chapter Thirteen - Jenna
Hiscolddemeanorshouldhave been evident after all. I forced myself on him when he didn't have to. My heart seems sour again, so I stand and return to my room. I realize I have to return to that cold dark room again.
I don't want to go there. But where else can I go right now? It is three o'clock, and I have no appropriate clothes on. Maybe Ryan has some decent clothes in his room. Once I am appropriately dressed and out of here, I will think about where to go.
Getting to his room, I dig in the cupboard and feel irritated. How come he has good clothes in his wardrobe, and I have rags? I find one of his hoodies. Stripping my satin top and bottom off, I try it on. I don't care whether it's too large for my frame. It is comfortable enough and smells of the cologne Ryan usually wears. I try on his pants, but they are too loose. Losing the pants, I try on his trunks, which fit me well enough. Comfortable enough, I leave the suite and head for the reception.
Thank God someone is at the reception, "Is there a bar or anything open at this time near here?"
The male receptionist seemed surprised to see me. He stutters, "Yes, ma'am. We have a bar on the 4th floor. Will you be going with Master Hale?"
That catches me off guard, "Master?"
The receptionist is confused at my repetition, so I shake my head at him, "Nothing. Thanks."
Making my way up to the bar, I can't help contemplating. Is Ryan a master? Wouldn't Gwen be a master, too, then? I should have known they are from a super-rich family. I feel so out of sync with Gwen lately. She never told me these things. In retrospect, I haven't told her much for the past two years. But she has been lying to me since long ago. I feel my mood grow worse.
Anyway, I won't let this matter stop me from having fun anymore. I am going to get drunk today.
Just as I arrive at the bar, I realize I have nothing on me. Not my credit card or my phone. I forgot I don't have them with me since Charles' incident. Confused about what to do, I hear someone say, "Hey. You're the woman who has been living with the Hales, right? How come you're down here alone?"
I turn to find a familiar man but can't place him. He seems handsome and well-kept, "You know Gwen and Ryan?"
The man grins, "Of course. We go way back. We were childhood friends."
"Is that so?"
I still don't know Ryan well enough for him to tell me about such things, but Gwen never told me many things, either.
Then he extends his hand, "My name's Eric. What's yours?"
