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CHAPTER 18: Coy
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Addicted to Mr. Wrong CHAPTER 40: Painting throats white!
Jazz's POV I wake up the next morning pleasantly sore. My bed is empty. Tossing around, I realize someone had changed my bedsheets. Zeke. Last night's still a little fuzzy to me but my body remembers. My pussy hums with sweet memories of his dick inside me. My neck is tingling with the hungry kisses he left there. My eyes darts over to his suit jacket tossed over the chair in my bedroom. I climb out of bed, grab and put it on. He is so big, I'm practicing swimming inside the jacket. As soon as I open the door, the smell of breakfast hits me. I trace the smell to the kitchen. Breath leaves my body at the beautiful sight I walked into: Zeke had his back turned to the door, frying some eggs. He is shirtless. His back muscles flex as he moves through the kitchen. He is wearing grey slacks that accentuates his lower side, attractively. His v-line disappears into the tight waistband. He is a gorgeous specimen. So aggressively male and dominant, it's fucking with my brain. I stan
Addicted to Mr. Wrong CHAPTER 39: Dreams
Jazz’s POV He comes to me in my dreams. His presence is so overwhelming and so real. That smell. That musky scent of masculinity fills my nostrils as he slides beside me, his tongue dipping into the nape of my neck, leaving trails of soft kisses. Desire unfurls deep inside me, my entire body shaking with need. He dives deeper and lower, kissing every inch of my body: my neck, my shoulders, lingering around my breasts. He squeezes my tits, flickering his nails across my hardened, sensitive nipples. Each swipe sends hot flash down my spine. I moan in my sleep, a powerful ache pulsating in my core. He lowers himself, tracing my belly button and abdomen. I stir a little in my sleep as he dips even lower, spreading my legs apart. “Open up for me, baby,” he murmurs. His gravelly voice sends shivering vibrations through my bones. His tongue finds that apex set at the top of my thighs, that sweet spot with a ferocious motion. I groan, fingers gripping the bedsheets tighter. “Oh, Zek
Addicted to Mr. Wrong CHAPTER 38: Interruptions.
Zeke's POV Back on the plane, I can appreciate the divine silence and dim lights as I continue watching her. My eyes are glued to the screen, watching her enthralling figure bounce on the dildo. I love the way her ass recoils and her boobs fall with each bounce. I switch cameras to observe her from all angles: the overhead cameras give me a perfect view of her ass, her boobs, the goddamn sweat beads streaking her forehead and the side cameras offers me a perfect view of each thrust. I didn’t want to miss a single angle. With a simple tap, I could flick through the many cameras. Her throaty, hoarse moans fill my ears through the earbuds. “What a fabulous view! Fuck, you are doing such a good job, doll. I wish I’m right there with you. I would give anything to feel myself moving inside you right now!” I drawl animalistically. I love the way she sinks in and out of the dildo, expanding herself slowly to take it all the way to the shaft. She continues to surprise me. “You get off o
Addicted to Mr. Wrong CHAPTER 37: The North wall of Giant Dildos.
Jazz's POV My ass is burning. The cuffs are starting to dig into the skin around my wrists. I can't exactly remember how long I'd been bent over here with the spanking machine striking me over and over without pause. It feels like forever but I know he's still watching me. Through the invisible cameras, he's watching me. I can feel his eyes raking all over me. He is my audience of one. My voyeur. He is the only reason I'm still bent over here, biting back tears. I want to perform well for him. I crave his approval. His “good girl” booming through those speakers would actually make me explode right now. I know he's waiting for me to break. The sick sadist! I won't let him see my pain. Not yet. I won't use my safe word. He'd want that, right? He wants to break me. He wants to turn me into his malleable little sub. Fuck no, I'd show him real stubbornness. The more he tries to humiliate and break me, the harder I become. And to be honest, I'm getting a lustful taste for this
Addicted to Mr. Wrong CHAPTER 36: Voyeur.
Zeke's POV I sit in the meeting room, hearing the voices of my investors speak but barely registering what they're actually saying. My mind is elsewhere. My blood is still boiling. The image is clear in my head. If I closed my eyes, I can still see that arrogant jerk putting his hands on Jazz. I grind my teeth, fists folding as I try to calm myself. But no matter how hard I tried, I can't get over it. He actually touched her. He touched my Jazz. What would have happened if Bobby hadn't tracked her down in time? What would he have done to her? All for what? A miserly ten grand? An unquenchable fire is burning inside me. Nah, he has to pay for it! With one text, I called in a favour from the mayor's office. By this time tomorrow, Rick's club will be shut down. And that's just the beginning. I am going to strip him of everything he's ever earned; everything he's ever built for himself will be destroyed. I am going to tear apart that little criminal empi
Addicted to Mr. Wrong CHAPTER 35: From across the ocean, I will find you.
Jazz’s POV “Step away from her now!” booms Bobby’s voice. His gun is cocked and aimed at Rick. Oh my God, talk about perfect timing! How did he find me? I don’t even wanna know. I’m just glad to see him. I know Zeke wouldn’t be too far away either. All of a sudden, Rick pushes me forward, using my body as a shield so that Bobby’s gun is aimed squarely at my forehead. “Who the fuck are you?” Rick screams, pulling his own gun out. He aims it at Bobby. Bobby meets my eyes. “I’m warning you one last time, step away from the girl!” I’m shaking in my boots, tears stinging my eyes. “Bobby, please, put the gun down! I’m so scared!” I whisper under my breath. Rick positions himself better, hiding his entire body behind me. “Yeah, Bobby, you should really listen to the girl!” Bobby inches closer. “I will not ask a third time!” Within seconds, Rick changes the aiming direction of his gun. I feel the cold steel of his nozzle on my right temple. “Do it, buddy, I dare you.
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