MasukJessy
“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.Three years later, Ethan found himself in the same on-call room where all of it had started, except this time he was there for the wrong reasons entirely, waiting nervously outside while Jessy delivered someone else's baby down the hall.He hadn't planned it this way. He'd meant to wait for her at home, ring already tucked into his coat pocket for the third night running, working up the nerve to ask a question he'd been circling for months. But her shift had run long, an unexpected complication with a delivery, and he'd found himself walking the same hallway he used to walk a lifetime ago, drawn back to the on-call room out of some sentimental instinct he hadn't fully examined until he was already standing in the doorway.The room looked exactly the same. Same narrow bed, same thin blanket, same faint smell of antiseptic that had somehow, over the years, become one of his favorite smells in the world simply because of what it had come to represent.Jessy found him there a little past
The apartment they finally chose sat on the fourth floor of a building three blocks from the hospital, close enough that Ethan could walk to a shift in under ten minutes, far enough that the place still felt like its own separate world once the door closed behind them.Move-in day arrived in late August, hot and humid in the particular way the city got before the first real cold front broke it, and by early afternoon they'd given up on any organized system, boxes stacked haphazardly in every room while Jessy stood in the middle of the living room trying to decide, with an intensity that seemed disproportionate to the actual decision, where the couch should go."Left wall," Ethan said, setting down a box marked kitchen, some of us actually cook. "You've been staring at it for ten minutes.""I'm being thoughtful. This is the first real decision we're making together in this apartment. I want to get it right.""It's a couch, Jessy.""It's symbolic." She said it with a straight face that
The apartment hunting started, as most practical decisions between them seemed to, in the middle of an entirely unrelated conversation.They were eating takeout on Ethan's couch, three weeks into the new cardiology rotation, when Jessy mentioned offhand that her lease was up at the end of the summer, and something about the casual way she said it made Ethan set down his chopsticks and look at her more directly than the comment strictly required."When at the end of the summer.""August. Why?" She caught his expression and paused, a slow understanding dawning. "Ethan.""I'm just asking a logistical question.""You have a very specific face for logistical questions." She set her own food down, angling toward him on the couch, something warm and cautious moving behind her eyes. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?""I don't know. What do you think I'm asking?""Don't do that. Don't make me say it first and then decide whether to commit to it based on my reaction." She said it ligh
The residency coordinator's office smelled like burnt coffee and printer toner, and Ethan had rehearsed his opening line four separate times on the walk over, none of which survived the moment Dana looked up from her monitor and said, before he'd even sat down, "Let me guess. The pairing memo.""You've had this conversation before.""Twice this year already, for entirely unrelated reasons." She gestured him into the chair across from her desk, unbothered in a way that immediately loosened something in his chest. "People request transfers for a hundred reasons that have nothing to do with each other. I don't need the reason, Ethan, I just need to know what you're asking for."He hadn't expected it to be that easy, had braced for a conversation that required him to either lie outright or dance carefully around a truth he wasn't ready to hand over to hospital administration, and the plainness of her question threw him slightly off balance."I'd like to cross-train," he said, settling on
Thursday arrived with a kind of quiet disbelief attached to it, the way any promised thing does after a month of nothing going according to plan. Ethan checked his phone four times before his shift ended, half expecting the guy to pull him into an emergency consult, half expecting Jessy to message that a delivery had gone sideways and dinner would have to wait. Neither happened. He walked out at six fifteen in his own clothes, not scrubs, feeling strangely exposed without the badge and stethoscope, like he'd forgotten how to be a person who did things other than triage. She was already at the restaurant, a small Italian place two blocks from the hospital neither of them had ever had the time to try, tucked into a corner booth with her coat still on and a nervous energy he wasn't used to seeing outside a delivery room. "You look like you're not sure this is real," he said, sliding in across from her. "I keep waiting for my pager to go off." She laughed, short and disbelieving. "
A month into the emergency call rotation, Ethan had learned three things with absolute certainty: rainy season made every ambulance run twice as tense, Dr. Arnold8's approval was rationed out like a precious resource, and stolen hours with Jessy had become the only thing keeping him upright through the exhaustion. Tonight, though, exhaustion had won the argument for both of them. He found her in the on-call room a little after midnight, still in scrubs, sprawled across the narrow bed with one arm flung over her eyes. She didn't stir when he came in, and for a moment he just stood in the doorway, watching the rise and fall of her chest, cataloguing the small furrow between her brows that never quite disappeared even in sleep. "You're staring again," she mumbled, without opening her eyes. "You're always doing something worth staring at." "Flattery," she said, "will get you a spot on this mattress if you hurry up and stop hovering." He toed off his shoes and lay down beside her, th
JessyI woke up alone.The master cabin was flooded with harsh morning light, sheets twisted like someone had ripped them off the bed in a fury. Jeffrey was gone. The side where he had slept was cold.For one stupid second I thought he had just gone to make coffee. Then I saw the envelope on his
The sky had that washed-out look it always got before rain, pale like someone had drained all the color from the world. I didn’t know where I planned to go when I left campus, only that I needed to be anywhere except inside my own head. Walking felt easier than thinking, so I walked until my legs a
JESSY "Open your legs wide." His voice was deep,commanding, the kind that didn't leave room for questions—it was more like an order I couldn't wait to follow, laced with that rough edge that always made my pulse quicken. "Sure, Daddy," I whispered back, spreading my legs as far as they’d go, my
Jessy I woke up choking on smoke that wasn’t there anymore. The bedroom smelled of burnt lace and sex. Sunlight sliced through the half-open curtains and landed on the pile of ashes that used to be my white dress. The hem was still glowing faintly, a tiny red eye in the grey. Mark and Jeffrey







