EPISODE 6

JAYDEN

Today drained the life out of me. I was so buried in work and stress that I forgot everything else—even her.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"Yeah... I'm fine."

She got to her feet and walked toward me. God, she looked incredible—smooth, rich skin glowing in the low light, her brown eyes deep and watching me closely. And those dimples—damn. Every time she smiled, I felt it in my chest.

She stopped just in front of me, close enough that her scent hit me—warm, sweet, and addictive.

"Mr. Jayden..." she started, voice quiet but firm, "I know you don’t want me poking around in your business. But I can’t help it. I don’t even know how to explain this feeling... I just hate seeing you this troubled."

You don’t need to explain it, I thought to myself. I know exactly what that feeling is.

She wasn’t tall, not too slim, not too thick—just soft and real in all the right ways. I had to bend slightly to meet her lips. I pulled her gently into my arms and dipped my head, inhaling her scent like it could fix everything inside me.

It calmed me. Instantly.

Then I kissed her—hungrily at first. But I had to slow down. This was only her second time. She was still new to all of me. So I softened it, made it tender, letting her know she was safe with me. She responded with a quiet fire, hands gliding up and down my torso, stoking the heat between us.

My body was more than ready.

She untied the towel around my waist and let it fall. Her fingers wrapped around me—slow strokes, teasing me. Then she dropped to her knees, lips brushing over the tip, tongue swirling, tasting me. My head fell back.

“Fuck…” I groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”

It had been too long. Too damn long since anyone touched me like this.

She sucked slowly, savouring it, trying to take all of me in. She couldn’t—not with my size—but she tried. I gripped her hair, not rough, just enough to guide her, to feel her mouth on me while I controlled the pace. I stopped to ask, "Are you okay with this?"

She nodded, with no hesitation. Then she went back to it—sucking, spitting, stroking, devouring me.

The wet sounds filled the room, sinful and perfect.

"Where did you learn this?" I asked, voice hoarse, eyes shut.

"P**n," she answered like it was nothing.

"You what?"

“I don’t watch it often… I just wanted to learn something new,” she said, eyes flicking down to my cock with a little smirk. “Like this.”

She took me deep again, and when her eyes met mine with my cock buried in her mouth, I almost lost control. I pulled out before I came too soon.

She pushed me back on the bed, taking charge. Stripped off her nightie and stood there, letting me admire her.

"You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen," I told her. And I meant it.

She climbed onto the bed, spread her thighs, and eased herself onto me. She was soaking wet, but I could feel her hesitation when she tried to take me in.

My cock was rock-hard. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore—I gripped her hips and pushed inside her in one deep thrust.

She gasped, eyes wide. “I didn’t see that coming…”

“Sorry,” I whispered. “You were torturing me.”

She adjusted, then began moving at her own pace, slow and deep. I cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she tilted her head back with a soft moan that made my cock twitch inside her.

I couldn’t take it anymore—I flipped her under me and took the lead, pounding into her tight, wet heat. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure as I pushed deeper, faster. The room was silent except for her voice screaming my name and the wet slap of our bodies colliding.

She came hard—her body trembling around me—but I didn’t stop. I kept going until I came too, exploding deep inside her.

I waited as her body shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm, holding her until she stopped trembling.

Then I pulled out slowly and collapsed beside her.

“That was… incredible,” I murmured. “Did you enjoy it?”

She turned to me, smiling. “Very much.”

She started to get up. “I’ll go get some warm towels—”

“No.” I grabbed her waist and pulled her back down. “Let’s just shower in the morning.”

She settled against me, warm and soft. And just like that, we drifted off to sleep—wrapped in each other, the night silent around us.