The Devil's Good Girl -
Chapter 42: A hot mess
Chapter 42: A hot mess
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT APPROPRIATE FOR MINORS.]
Until now, Fil found sex quite a mystery.
Before meeting Jackson, she never thought of standing naked in front of another. Even the thought of her wedding night with Vincent was enough to make her nervous. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what sex was like. She knew the basics: get naked and allow the partner to touch private places.
She would be lying that Fil didn’t feel scared or nervous the first time she did it with Jackson. It was the reason she made up a lot of excuses, running to the bathroom to gather her thoughts. Much to her surprise, the nervousness and the shame she felt initially would disappear once in action.
That night, she eventually lost concern about which part of her body this man touched. Or kissed. Or licked. If anything, she wanted him to touch her more.
It was the same right now.
Despite the place they were in, she didn’t want him to stop. The shame, nervousness, and fear of being caught disappeared from her mind completely. All she could think of was the building-up tension in her body and the sensational phenomenon she was in.
She wanted more.
’How can this feel so good?’she wondered, clasping Jackson’s hair as he licked her clitoris while his finger went in and out of her. ’I think I’m going crazy.’
A whimper slipped past her lips, making her cover her mouth with the back of her hand. She felt mentally and physically weak, yet she wanted more. Her body was burning and it would continue to do so if he continued, making her desperate for him.
"Jack," she called under her breath once more.
But alas, Jackson simply held her hand and pinned it to the side, enjoying every ounce of juice she kept giving him.
"Oh, god..." she breathed out, moaning a little louder as she felt her heart drummed against her chest. Her lips parted open, breaths skipping beats, reaching the climax. His finger thrust in and out more aggressively with his thumb pressing the top of her clitoris. And before she knew it, the heart of her femininity throbbed.
All the tension in her muscles slowly relaxed, sweating buckets as the heat in her body was released. Her body twitched a little as Jackson licked her button before he withdrew his head away. Straightening his back, he gazed down at her with satisfaction.
"That was quick. I am not full yet," he humored, licking the remaining love nectar on his finger. "Liked it?"
Fil had her eyes closed, reopening them weakly. "I feel dirty," she blurted out under her breath.
"You do?" Jackson slowly bent over until his body blanketed over hers. "Should we stop now? I hadn’t put it in."
Fil pressed her lips together, looking at his beautiful eyes. "What does it taste like?"
"Your pussy?" he grinned when shame shone in her eyes. "Do you want to know?"
"Just... curious."
"What a curious cat," he chuckled shortly, eyes falling to her lips. "You’re not stupid, sweetheart. You can always have a taste if you want. Be my guest."
She bit her inner bottom lips mildly, gazing at his lips. She took a deep breath, raising her head a little to kiss his lips. Fil wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as she slid her tongue inside his mouth. She inhaled his breath just like how he would do it, mimicking the movement of his mouth whenever he kissed her. Their tongue tangled in a dance while he unbuckled his belt, letting her lead him this time.
"So?" he spoke as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "Did you like the taste?"
"I.. don’t know."
He smirked, positioning his erection at the entrance of her canal. "Do you still feel dirty?"
"Mhm," she hummed, closing her eyes with their foreheads still against each other.
"You’d feel more dirty once I put it in."
Fil gulped, fluttering her eyelashes open. "I feel dirty... but I like it." — it was hard to explain.
The side of his lips stretched. "What a hot mess you are," he whispered, claiming her lips once more before he carefully thrust his manhood inside of her.
Both of them hissed in satisfaction once her hot and soft walls wrapped around his girth.
******
Meanwhile...
Vincent clasped his hair in distress, glaring daggers at the untouched food on the table.
"What’s taking them so long?" he grumbled, looking back in the direction where Fil went. "Is it supposed to last this long?"
He checked his wristwatch, annoyed that it had been almost two hours since his fiancee stepped into that private dining room. Vincent was no stranger to important meetings. They usually take a long time. However, a simple meeting over dinner shouldn’t take this long.
"Should I go in?" he asked himself for the umpteenth time, biting the tip of his thumb. As he gravitated to what he should do, he couldn’t help but recall how Fil changed.
"A beauty like that..." he ground his teeth, balling his hands into a tight fist. "Anyone would make a move on her."
The vein in his forehead protruded, running his imagination wild. Although he knew Fil wouldn’t give in, she was also quite naive. She might not see through the advances of a man, but a man would always be a man. They would simply take her naivety to their advantage.
’I wouldn’t let—’
Just as Vincent decided to get her out of that place, he caught a familiar figure from the corner of his eyes. He furrowed his brows, turning his head, catching Fil walking out of the restaurant with a man. He didn’t see the man’s face properly because Fil and the attendants assisting them outside blocked him. However, just with the man’s stature and body build, he was certain he wasn’t just an old, rich client.
"Fil," he whispered, pushing himself away from the table to follow them.
When he stepped out of the establishment, the man Fil met with already got in the backseat. Fil stood in front of the door, blocking Vincent’s view. Thus, Vincent didn’t approach immediately. What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one who had their eyes on them.
Jackson never took his attention off of Vincent.
"Can I say I miss you already?" Jackson quipped, looking up at Fil, who was standing outside the door. "I don’t want to go home yet."
Fil chuckled mildly. "Go."
"Fine." He sighed heavily. "Go finish your business with him. Call you later?"
"I’ll try." She nodded.
Jackson looked at her for a moment, restraining himself from whisking her away and taking her with him. That would be a crime. After another deep exhale, he ordered, "Let’s go. Let me know once you get home."
"Okay." Fil stayed still, watching the car speed away. She kept her eyes on its rear while massaging her nape, a little tired from the exercise with him. "Now I feel like throwing myself on the bed."
Fil drew a deep breath as she turned on her heel, flinching when a person stood a few steps from her. She furrowed her brows, getting a good look at the expression plastered on Vincent’s aghast face.
’Oh,’she thought, taken aback. ’So he was in distress, huh?’
The corner of her lips curled up into satisfaction.
What a sight to behold.
’I guess he doesn’t mind fooling around behind my back, but he dreaded being in my shoes.’
What an irony.
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