LOGINJessy
“Are you in agreement to what I told you?” Mom asked, her voice soft but firm, the way it always got when she was laying down rules. I nodded, half-distracted, scrolling through the flood of texts from Jas. “Yes, sure, Mom.” “Moretti has been our—” “Mom, please, I’ll be late for lectures. Jas has been texting me since dawn. I’ve got exams to write.” I slung my bag over my shoulder, already edging toward the door. “This is the *fourth* time you’ve said this about him, but you still keep repeating. I will obey whatever he says.” “Good girl,” she said, satisfied. “Will you be here tonight?” “Erm… please, I can’t tell for now.” “Come home when you have time. Do not waste time.” “Okay, Mom.” I kissed her cheek and bolted, the screen door banging shut behind me. She’d told me last night—Uncle Mark was moving to the next town, ten minutes away. Some sprawling mansion on the hill, all glass and stone, the kind of place that screamed money.Big mogul, I thought, speeding my steps hard down the street. Mom always bragged about how he’d “made it big” after years of hustling. I tried to shove the memory of yesterday,it was a new day,fresh start. ***** “Nelson broke up with you?” Elorm’s voice cut through the lecture hall buzz. We were in the back row, pretending to take notes while the professor droned on about macroeconomics. “C’mon, girl, you don’t deserve that jerk,” she whispered, nudging me with her elbow. “See, I can assure you—there is one hot business tycoon I know…” I laughed, loud enough that the girl in front turned to glare. “Girl, anything about girls count me out.” The lecturer wrapped up ten minutes later. We spilled out into the hallway, sunlight pouring through the windows, and headed straight for the campus café. “So that bastard left you for real,” Elorm said the second we sat with our iced lattes. “See? Understand me—date someone who is manly and hotter than that ex of yours.” She leaned in, eyes gleaming. “I’m serious, Jess. This guy? Older. Loaded. Total DILF energy. My cousin’s friend works for him—says he’s got a voice like gravel and hands that could—” “Elorm,” I groaned, stirring my straw. “I’m not looking.” But my mind flashed—six feet tall, muscles like carved marble, dark hair, stubble, eyes that pinned me in place. I swallowed hard.My latte nearly slipped I stared at her, throat dry. “Wait… your cousin's boss? Moved here recently?” She grinned. “Yup. My cousin says he’s single, intense, and—get this,he's looking for someone ,young and sweet to keep him company. Said he mentioned a girl with hazel eyes and a smart mouth.” My pulse thundered in my ears."Earth to Jess?” Elorm waved a hand. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.” I forced a smile. “Yeah...Just… exams. “You say that now,” she teased, “but wait till you see him. I will let you meet him tomorrow ,prepare to loose your vcard.. ****** Mom pressed the warm dish into my hands. “Take this to your uncle,he is supposed to eat fresh foods and not junks.” I sighed...! “Mom, why worry so much about him,hes not a kid.?” As i said,he is not supposed to be eating any food at all,he just moved him here and has no one to cook for him.. She kept scrubbing. “Family helps family. Ten minute,. Go!" I stepped outside. Night air was thick and hot. Bugs buzzed loud. The big house sat high on the hill. Lights glowed. Gates stood tall. Cameras watched. I pressed the gate button. It opened slow. I walked the long driveway. Gravel crunched under my shoes. My heart beat fast. I knocked on the huge door and it opened quick. Uncle Mark filled the doorway. He was not with no shirt but only gray shorts. His chest was hard, wet with sweat. Muscles moved when he breathed. His eyes looked at me—slow, hot, hungry. “Mr. Moretti,” I said, voice small. “Mom sent food.” He took the dish and i was touched by his warm fingers.. “Sorry if my guards scared you,” he said. “I heard a sexy voice on the speaker. Had to see who it was.” He smiled a little. “Sorry I said *sexy*.” My face burned. “You are my dad now,” I whispered. “I can call you Daddy.” His eyes went black and Wild. He set the dish down hard. Grabbed my waist. Pulled me inside. Slammed the door. His mouth crashed on mine and started kissing me deeply .. kissed back,hard and hungry. He pushed me to the wall. My back hit hard. His hands went under my skirt....straight under my panties. His fingers found my wet pussy. He rubbed my clit—slow, then fast. I moaned loud. “Arghhhh—” He slid two thick fingers inside me. Pumped in and out. His thumb kept rubbing my clit. Wet sounds filled the room. “You want Daddy’s cock?” he growled in my ear. “Yes… please…” I begged. My legs shook. He pulled his fingers out and i whimpered... He spun me around,held my face to the wall and yanked my panties down to my ankles. I heard his shorts drop. His cock—big, hot, hard—pressed between my legs. Rubbed my wet slit. I pushed back. “Please—” He grabbed my hips. Pushed in—one long, deep thrust. I screamed. “Ahhh—fuck!” He filled me,Stretched me wide....So full that it was soo good. He pulled back and slammed in again and again. The wall shook,my tits bounced. His hand reached around, rubbed my clit fast. I came hard. “Daddy—yes—cumming!” My pussy squeezed him. Juices ran down my legs. He groaned. " Fucked me faster,my skin slapped loud and he pulled my hair. Bit my neck. “Take it, baby. Take Daddy’s big cock.” I pushed back and met every thrust..i was wet,wild and loud. "Do you like it". He asked and i hurriedly breathe under a moan.. "Yes...Yes....it's f***cking good! He carried me to the couch,dropped me down and spread my legs wide. He knelt between them. His mouth on my pussy and started licking my clits again... I grabbed his head. “Daddy—don’t stop!” He licked fast. Two fingers inside me... " Hit the spot"...Ahhhhggg!! I came again—shaking, crying, hips bucking. He stood up and his cock dripping... He aimed at my mouth, I opened wide and took him deep.. "Sucked hard..i skipped my lips and i tasted my pussy on him. He fucked my mouth as he placed his hand in my hair. “Good girl.....fuck Daddy...."I repeated.. I gagged,drooled....Yes,i loved it.... He pulled out,Flipped me on my stomach and raised my ass up. "Rub your clit on my cock...He said ..." I did without hesitation and it felt soo good.. I screamed into the couch. “Daddy—fuck—yes!” He pounded and his valls slapped my clit. One hand on my throat and the other one hand rubbing my clit. I came again...hard.My Legs shook and my pussy clenched tight. He groaned loud...pulled his fingers out fast..a hot cum shot on my back, my ass, my thighs. We fell together and breathed hard... He held me close and kissed my hair. Then his voice turned cold. “Go home now... Don’t come back.” I stood slow,pulled up my panties and fixed my skirt. With my wobbly legs ,i aimed at his exit door.**114**The lamplight painted long shadows across Jessy’s bedroom walls. We’d barely made it past the living room couch before clothes started coming off again—my shirt left on the hallway floor, her jeans kicked somewhere near the kitchen doorway, her panties still tangled around one ankle when I lifted her onto the bed.She landed on her back with a soft bounce, hair fanning across the pillow, eyes glittering with the kind of reckless want that had been simmering since the moment she walked into McGreevy’s earlier.I stood at the foot of the bed for a second, just looking.Her chest rose and fell quickly. Thighs parted just enough to show how wet she still was from before—glistening, swollen, marked by me. The sight made my cock twitch against my stomach, already half-hard again despite the fact we’d only finished twenty minutes earlier.“You’re staring,” she said, voice low and teasing.“You’re fucking beautiful.”A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. She bent one knee, letting it
Mark's povThe pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, grease stains blooming across the cardboard like abstract art. The movie credits rolled in silence—neither of us had really watched the last forty minutes anyway. Jessy’s breathing had evened out against my shoulder twenty minutes ago, but I hadn’t moved. I liked the weight of her there, the faint antiseptic-and-citrus scent that still clung to her skin despite the long shower she’d taken before I arrived.Her hand had slipped from my chest to my thigh sometime during the third act. Innocent at first. Then not.She stirred, lashes fluttering, and instead of sitting up properly she turned her face into my neck. Lips brushed skin. Not a kiss, not yet—just the suggestion of one.“You’re still here,” she murmured, voice rough from sleep and twelve hours of trauma bays.“Wasn’t going anywhere.”Her fingers flexed against my thigh, nails dragging the faintest line through denim. “Good.”The single word landed low in my gut.She sh
We ended the call shortly after, and I sat staring at my phone for a long moment. Everyone seemed to be coming around, offering support and congratulations now that the investigation had cleared Jessy of any wrongdoing. It should have felt like vindication, like proof that we'd been right all along.Instead it just felt exhausting—all these people who'd been ready to judge, to question, to suggest we end things for the sake of propriety, now falling over themselves to be supportive now that official approval had been granted.But maybe that was unfair. Maybe they'd just been scared too, worried about careers and reputations and doing the right thing in an ambiguous situation. Maybe fear made everyone a little bit worse, a little bit more willing to choose safety over courage.My phone buzzed again. Jessy this time: About to head in. Wish me luck?You don't need luck. You're brilliant and they all know it. But good luck anyway. I love you.Love you too. Talk later.I spent the evening
I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the smell of coffee brewing somewhere in the apartment. For a disoriented moment I couldn't place where I was, then Jessy's voice drifted from the kitchen—she was on the phone, speaking in that professional tone she used with colleagues, clipped and efficient."Yes, I'll be in this afternoon for my shift. Four to midnight... No, everything's fine. The investigation concluded yesterday... I appreciate that, Dr. Chen. Thank you."I found her in the kitchen, still in my t-shirt from last night, hair falling loose around her shoulders as she poured coffee into two mugs. She looked up when I appeared in the doorway, and her whole face softened."Morning," she said, sliding one mug across the counter toward me. "I made it strong. Figured you'd need it after last night.""What time is it?""Almost nine. I let you sleep—you looked like you needed it." She took a sip of her own coffee, watching me over the rim. "That was Dr. Chen from
We barely made it to the bedroom, stumbling through the hallway in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers like teenagers who'd just discovered what bodies could do together. She pulled my shirt over my head, fingers tracing the scar on my side where everything had started—the wound that had brought us together, changed everything."This," she whispered, pressing her lips to the healed tissue. "This is where it all began.""Best worst night of my life," I said, gasping as her mouth moved lower.We fell onto her bed in a heap, and for a while there was nothing but skin and breath and the sound of our names spoken like prayers. Three days of separation and uncertainty translated into urgency, into a desperate need to reconnect, to prove that we were still here, still together, still choosing each other despite everything trying to pull us apart.Afterward, we lay tangled in sheets that smelled like her—lavender and something clean and indefinably
I texted Jessy when I got back to my truck, hands shaking slightly as I typed: *Interview done. Went fine. They don't think you did anything wrong.* Three dots appeared almost immediately, disappeared, appeared again. The pause felt endless, each second stretching like taffy. Then: *Thank you for going. Can we talk?* *When?* *Tonight? My place?* *I'll be there at seven.* The hours between felt endless in a different way now—not the hollow dread of the past three days, but something charged with possibility and fear in equal measure. I went home, showered, changed into clean clothes, stood in my kitchen staring at the clock like I could will time to move faster through sheer force of wanting. Part of me wanted to show up early, desperate to see her, to know where we stood, to end this limbo that had been eating me alive. Part of me wanted to make her wait, let her feel a fraction of what the last three days had been like—the silence, the uncertainty, the fear that I'd become







