Chapter 10 — SUNDAY — Blood on the tracks
It was early morning when Roxanne finally made it back to their suite. She had needed to expunge all of the negative thoughts in her mind before returning—about the photographs she'd seen of Jack with Jade, of Nikky Volkov's visit to see her and the offer he'd made.
She'd blanked her thoughts out in the way she knew best. Her sex with Dawn had left her feeling vibrant again.
She didn't consider last night as cheating on Jack. Another woman wasn't cheating. Nor did she consider that Jack had cheated with Jade. Despite the photographs of the African model sucking her boyfriend's cock, she knew that there would be a good explanation.
Jack just wasn't that sort of guy. He never had been and never would be. They'd talk about it soon and she'd understand everything then. But there wasn't any need to have that conversation yet. First, she needed the loving intimacy that sex with her boyfriend always brought.
Jack's phone was on the sofa in the sitting area, flashing with missed messages and incoming texts—no doubt all from her. That was a good sign. He was there. But was he alone? She hurried to the bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief. Had she really expected anything else?
Resting her weary frame against the wall behind her, she took a few moments to watch him sleep. His face was pressed against the pillow he'd tucked under one arm. He always did that when she wasn't with him. It showed he was missing her. His dark crinkled hair was tussled in eighteen different directions. That made her smile. He was one of the toughest men she knew, ready to face anything, and yet he was one of the most caring, too. It was a rare combination.
Silently, she pushed her body away from the wall and glided into the room. It took her only a few seconds to undress, leaving her clothes in a pool on the floor before crawling up onto the bed beside him.
He gave a start when she slipped beneath the thin white sheet covering his naked body. The way he tried to push her away, protect himself, was as if he'd been having a nightmare.
"Hey," she softly reassured, taking hold of his wrists and pinning his flailing arms down against the mattress. "It's me."
He stared at her blankly for a few seconds, blinking a couple of times, and then a soft smile creased his lips when he recognised her. He looked disorientated, so vulnerable, and when his mouth opened as if to say something, no words immediately came out.
"It's okay," she reassured him, leaning down to softly kiss him. "It's me, Jack. Shhh..."
His lips felt warm against hers as the kiss deepened, and then her tongue was filling his mouth. They needed to talk about what had happened—they both had stories to tell—but the needs of her body were intense right now. This was her boyfriend. She loved him. And she wanted, needed, to show him exactly how much.
"We'll talk, Jack," she whispered, stroking his damp brow with one hand and reaching for his growing erection with her other. "But first, make love to me."
She held his hardness in her palm as she slithered her curvy body downwards, loving the warmth his body generated. By the time her mouth found him he was fully erect and ready for her. Dipping her head forward, she swallowed him whole. This was her cock, not Jade's. It belonged in her mouth, in her cunt.
Roxie took him as far as she could into her throat, her wet tongue massaging his shaft all the way. His groans were reassuring and she went through her full repertoire, as if every second of her vast number of experiences were preparing her for this moment. Eventually, when it was clear it was becoming too much for him and that he was finding it difficult to hold back, she pulled her wet mouth away.
She wanted much more than a blowjob...
"This thing is for me?" she sighed happily, twisting around on the bed so that she could crawl back up his body.
When she dipped low, allowing his saliva-bathed cock to scrape between her breasts, she was rewarded with another groan.
Her hand found the throbbing hardness again, holding him in position as she settled her tanned thighs over his. Dammit, he looked so hot, staring up at her like that, his mouth half-open in anticipation. Her own lips parted as she sank down on him, a soft gasp escaping them at the sensation of his hardness sinking into her clutching pussy.
It felt incredible. So fucking incredible ...
"Oh, Jack, you feel so good," she murmured, resting her hands on his broad chest as she tightened her internal grip on his wonderfully thick girth. "Tell me you love me."
Palmer did. Instantly. He told her once, twice, three times, until she had no reason to doubt it anymore. But then, she never really had doubted it. Had she? Not when she followed her instincts. She dipped her head again to reward him with another soul-searing kiss.
"I love you, too, Jack," she murmured against his lips. "So much."
Throwing her red hair back, she stretched her arms out before her and ran her fingernails along his chest. Her large breasts began to swing tantalizingly between them as she straightened up to her full height and started to undulate on him.
"Oh fuck!" Palmer whined.
"Exactly," Roxie gasped.
She went slowly to begin with, allowing them both to savour the intimacy that a loving coupling like this brought. Then she began to pick up the pace. Gradually at first, then faster. His hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as she pulled upwards until she was almost clear of him and then sank back down again. She gasped and he grunted with each downward thrust. And then they were full gallop, their bodies covered in sheens of perspiration.
Neither of them was going to last. But that was okay...
The bed bounced and squeaked underneath them as the walls of her cunt caressed and squeezed him, telling her man he belonged inside her. She was a sexual Goddess, loving him in the way only she could.
"This cock is mine," she throatily growled, thinking of the photographs of her boyfriend and Jade. "All mine. Understand?"
His thick girth surged at her words. It felt wonderful inside her. It was where it belonged. It was hers...
Then she was fucking him again, a sexual dervish, even harder and faster this time. Nothing else mattered in the moment, only the way his body was responding to hers and the way he was finding it impossible to contain the orgasm that was bubbling inside him.
"Ready?" she urgently whispered, when she sensed his balls tighten.
He turned his head fractionally to meet her burning gaze. His hands slipped to her asscheeks and his voice was strained.
"Yeah."
"Me too."
Sweeping her red hair over her right shoulder, she drove her hips down one final time. The movement was enough to take her boyfriend and soul mate over the edge. The initial warm spurt of musky fluid inside her quickly turned into a deluge and Roxie savoured the intensity of each torrential burst before her own climax let loose.
Everything in the world was suddenly all right again.
*
Michelle Park was flying high. Really high. She had Nikolay Volkov's cock filling her and was on her third orgasm, but the moment felt akin to a black widow spider about to eat the male after copulation.
She had telephoned the Russian early morning—very early—after she'd had time to think everything through.
Her sex with Jenn Finney yesterday had been as hot as any in her life. The brunette had been a quick learner and her enthusiasm was mind blowing. Seducing any woman for the first time was always extremely satisfying, but the way the beautiful young brunette had willingly thrown herself into the session had been truly beautiful.
Not that it would save her. Volkov wanted her discredited and she'd carried out his instructions to the letter. It was unfortunate for the girl, but the only person Michelle was concerned about was herself.
She'd called Volkov to explain that the content from the close circuit cameras would be provided to him tomorrow. And of course, delivering the evidence would convince the Russian she was on his side. That way, he wouldn't think of her when he found out that the London Metropolitan police had full and comprehensive details of all his illegal activities. He'd be arrested the next time he set foot in Europe and the information she'd provided would see him locked up for a long time.
He'd been his usual arrogant self when she'd spoken to him, but had happily agreed to her suggestion that she visit him in his room.
That was the pièce de résistance. Fucking him one last time when she was the person responsible for sending him to prison would be incredibly satisfying. And it had been. She was on her back now, her legs pinched up over his shoulders as he drilled into her pussy.
His heavy balls slapped harder against the Asian model's tender sex, forcing a heavy grunt from his lips with each thrust. Sucking him off first had meant he'd been able to last so much longer, take her so much harder. She ran her fingers through his tussled blonde hair in encouragement. He was nearly there. She could tell. Could see it in his sparkling blue eyes.
It always came down to this. The richest and most powerful men in the world thought that they were in control; that people danced to their tune. But they were wrong. In moments like this, the woman was the one who had the control. And Michelle was about to prove that.
"Keep fucking me," she told him, driving home her superiority.
He tried to pummel her harder, to teach her a lesson. But when she squeezed him tighter with her pussy walls, he had to grit his teeth. He was just like all the others. No man had ever been able to resist her.
"Fuck my hot pussy. More..."
