Becca.
I couldn’t believe it. Jas was right. Things were finally working out for us, and we would keep Alessandro. The child could grow up with a real life. Janet had emphasized just how valuable my speech had been, which made feel elated.
It had been from the bottom of my heart, and my feelings were paying off. When we arrived ho, I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing all of my muscles. The kids were asleep, Layla was in her room, and silence settled in the house.
Jas was here with and told I could have so ti to myself. He hinted at interest in a little bit... well, more than a little bit... of pleasurable fun soon.
I had ti to freshen up and make us dinner. I wanted to make Jas his favorite dish, sothing special. The occasion had to be celebrated properly, after all.
I entered the bathroom, gazing into the mirror and noting the dark shadows under my eyes. This case had been damaging my sleep, no doubt, and I was paying the consequence for it. I let out a yawn, reaching up to rub at my eyes. Though I was exhausted, I wanted to continue enjoying myself.
I hoped the Italian Stallion was ready to be ridden. This wouldn’t be a celebration without so sex. It couldn’t just be a gourt dinner, after all.
The thought caused a smile to stretch across my lips. Eventually, I was done gazing at myself in the mirror and turned to start the shower.
Steam filled the bathroom as I walked onto the mat, stretching and letting out a sigh. I entered the shower, feeling the hot droplets against my skin, which further relaxed . Things were finally looking up, sothing I desperately needed lately.
As I lathered my hair with strong-scented shampoo, I closed my eyes and thought through the entire case. It’d been intense, and I let my anger get the better of with Jas’s mistake. Though, there was irony in that, given I was angry because he had been.
I had a feeling it almost cost us the entire case, and Alessandro would be sent to live with the Cartwrights if that had been the case. Despite the hot water, a shiver ran down my spine at that thought, and I licked my lips anxiously.
Yet, in the end, we had won. Even if they threatened this wasn’t over. Those words played over and over in my mind. I wondered how much trouble we were in. Would Chad’s family give this up, finally, and let everyone involved live their lives? I doubted it, given just how stubborn he was.
Soon, my hair was soaped up perfectly, and I rinsed it off under the warm water. Now, I was just giving myself anxiety, sothing not needed since we’d won the case.
Alessandro wouldn’t understand what had happened until he was older, but it would be quite the story to tell.
I finished up, blow-drying my hair and taking my sweet ti. Perhaps Jas was waiting with impatience and excitent, but I didn’t care. So much stress had left just now, and for his behavior in the court, well, he deserved to wait a little.
Finally, I put on a fancy silk nightgown that accentuated my curves. My body was different after Dahlia, but I still looked good. My brown hair flowed down one side of my neck, over my left shoulder, very soft from the high-quality products in the bathroom.
Satisfied with how I looked, I hung the towel back on the rack and walked over to the door. I made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge before finding my target.
A slab of veal, perfect for the occasion. That, along with so mashed potatoes and green beans, would make for a delicious dinner. It was one of Jas’s favorite dishes.
I humd as I cooked, my focus unbreakable. I wanted to make sure it ca out just right. Unfortunately, my focus was broken by a certain man encircling my torso with his arms. Matters were made even worse as he cupped my breasts.
He whispered into my ear, “How was your shower?”
“Pleasant,” I replied. My voice shifted to a whine as I added, “Jas, I’m trying to focus on dinner. You’re making this difficult!”
He, naturally, didn’t listen, and continued to play around as I cooked. I could feel wanting build up between my legs and often shivered, licking my lips with anticipation for what was to co. Damn him.
“Let at least finish this up. We can eat, then we can have fun,” I tried convincing him. He sighed sadly into my ear, but then nibbled on it a little, causing to let out a squeal. This only prompted a chuckle from him.
“I’m having fun now,” he said mockingly. Eventually, his hands slipped away, and he stepped back to give breathing room. I turned to give him a look, but he only winked at . A smirk was planted on his face. He knew what he was doing.
“You’re sothing else,” I said, my voice sowhat edged with a growl. I refused to let him know how much I enjoyed that, though, because I did. That said, dinner wasn’t going to cook itself!
“Oh, I know,” Jas said, winking at . He looked toward what was cooking and raised a brow. “Though, perhaps I should leave you to it. That’s starting to sll delicious, and I’m fairly hungry.” With that, he went into the dining room.
I breathed out a sigh of relief, glad I could finish this without that caveman dragging off and making love to while dinner burned. He could be that distracting, I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled it.
Either way, I was able to finish up my work and enter the dining room, placing the plates down and giving Jas a smile. He was on his phone, an unreadable expression on his face. That made my smile morph into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I asked carefully, seeing if I could get any answers. Jas blinked, looking up at , probably realizing he’d been deeply frowning just now.
“Nothing,” Jas said dismissively, putting his phone away. He looked toward the food and refocused on that, drawing his tongue over his lips. “That looks delicious, Becca. Thank you for cooking.”
I nodded, still suspicious, but letting it drop for now. We were ant to celebrate and have a good ti tonight. Whatever it was, I was confident we could get through it.
The food was rich, flavorful, and seasoned to perfection. Each bite sent my tastebuds craving more until I was full. My plate was cleared faster than I intended, and evidently, Jas found himself in a similar situation!
We chatted briefly about the case, but didn’t dwell too hard on it. I stared at Jas and asked, “Dessert?” but he shook his head, a devious grin crossing his features. The Italian Stallion let out a low ‘hm’ and studied my figure, no doubt imagining beneath him.
My face flushed as I realized that would be our exact situation soon enough. Wanting to get to that point more quickly, I picked up my plate, then wandered over to get his, winking. “I think we’re both ready for a different kind of dessert.”
In no ti, Jas had in his arms, carrying to the bedroom. My heart began to race as he threw onto the bed aggressively, and I moaned with excitent. Want poured from between my legs. Dessert indeed.
Speaking of which, Jas went for my panties first this ti, causing to raise my eyebrows, intrigued. I got my answer as to what he was doing monts later when his tongue t my folds.
I gasped out as his tongue began to caress the most sensitive of places between my legs, diving into and causing shudders to cascade through my body.
Sensations of pleasure rushed through as I let out an edged squeal.
Jas continued his feast, working his tongue in an expert manner and driving nuts. Soon, I couldn’t help it. My eyes rolled back as a climax poured from , bliss lighting up every nerve, and my muscles responding in kind.
Several more whines slipped from my lips as he carried on with eating out. When he began to rub my cl*t, more pleasure bombarded . By the ti he was finished, I was putty in his hands. He disrobed, doing the sa for my top and paying ample attention to my breasts.
“You make such beautiful squeals, Becca,” Jas praised, looming over and winking. I blushed heavily as he massaged my left breast, pinching and squeezing my nipple gently. Then, he climbed on top of , straddling as his erection ca into full view.
He dragged it along between my legs, causing to gasp out with wanting. “No gas tonight? Just take , Jas. I need it,” I pleaded.
“Begging already? Good girl,” he laughed. Tonight, he obliged my wishes. I cried out as he penetrated , starting off slow. Was he going to be a tease, or would he continue this trend of giving what I wanted?
As his thrusting grew faster and rougher, I got my answer. While he pumled into , he continued his attention to my breasts, taking my right nipple into his mouth and swirling it with his tongue. He exponentially went harder and faster, which had tears rushing down my cheeks.
Soon, I gave in, and so did he, filling with his warm c*m. I collapsed under him, but I sensed he wanted more, and soon. When I lay there looking into his eyes, his were still hungry. “You’re going to make love to again as soon as you can. Aren’t you?” I muttered.
My face was still hot as he grinned and nodded. “You’re quite attentive, aren’t you, Becca?” he purred. His c*ck twitched, causing to shudder and lick my lips. As promised, about ten minutes later, he had draped over the bed, his hands clutching my hips.
This ti, he took from behind, driving deeply and causing more moans to spill from my lips. I gasped out, “Harder, Jas. Harder, please.”
“Such a good girl tonight,” Jas said, giving a few laughs as he intensified his movents. Tears poured from my eyes from the pleasure as he took roughly, going extrely hard and fast. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over , and soon, I gave in again.
“Mmh!” I gasped out, shuddering as he joined in his orgasm. This satisfied the man, and soon, I was there in his arms, basking in the afterglow. He ran his fingers through my hair, which relaxed entirely.
Then, we fell asleep together, the celebration rich and hopefully long-lasting.
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