Chapter Four: Can't stop if I wanted to, and I don't

Jaxson

This woman. That is all I can think about. I only meant to prove to her that she was broken, and it was her piece of shit exes who were at fault, she couldn't come with him. I thought a quick orgasm under the table at the booth, a few more drinks and I would send her on her way. That went to shit when I realized exactly how responsive she was.  When she melted into me and let me move and grab and pull her how I wanted. She gave me no fight in the club. And when she was on my lap and her hot pussy was against my cock that thought went out of the window, I could feel her wetness through my pants. I already knew that he probably never got her like this. Mewling like a cat in heat, her body begging for it. So I told her she was coming home with me. But I tried one last time to stick to the original plan. Making her come against the wall. Then I would send her away. That wasn't happening because I felt how hard she came, but I couldn't enjoy it because I had to keep her body and her noises hidden. For some reason I didn't want anyone else to hear them.

So now here I am in my car trying to drive and not kill us both with my fingers buried into her little cunt. Her extremely tight little cunt. One that I know well has to stretch around me, it's hard to believe that she ever had anyone in it. I am not going to explore exactly what the thought of another man touching her is doing to me. But I will explore how the thought of the fact that I would ruin her makes me feel. I am a selfish man. This went from one last attempt to get her off and get her out, to me knowing that was a lost cause.

The inner conflict within me grows with each pump of my fingers, as I feel Esmeralda's body getting tighter and wetter. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but her spell has bewitched me and I can't resist. I want to slide inside her, to feel her warmth and pleasure, but I know it's wrong. I'm not good for her, she deserves someone better, someone who can give her the love and commitment she deserves. Not going to even think about where the fuck that came from. Yet, my desire for her consumes me, and I can't stop. I know what I should do, I should stop and send her away. I should put her in a cab and let her go, but I can't bring myself to do it.

I want her, I need her, but I also know that I'll hurt her in the end. I'll use her for my own pleasure and then discard her like she means nothing to me. I hate myself for even thinking about it, but I can't deny my desire. The battle within me rages on, my conscience screaming at me to stop, to do the right thing. But my body betrays me, craving Esmeralda's touch and the pleasure she gives me.

I know I won't regret this, I know I won't hate myself afterwards, and she might but in this moment, all I can think about is having her. I know I'm making a bad choice; I know I'm going against everything I swore I wouldn't do when I first saw her, but I can't resist her. I'm weak when it comes to her, and for that I hate myself. I can't be weak, ever.

As she moans and writhes beneath me, I know I'm failing. I'm failing as a good person, as a decent human being. I'm failing to do the right thing. But at this moment, I can't bring myself to care. All I care about is the pleasure she's giving me. But when it's all over, and I see the hurt and disappointment in her eyes, I know I might actually regret this. But as I think about that I feel her tighten even more around me.

"Jaxson..." She moans but with a bit of hesitation in it. I don't like that so I curl my fingers fucking them with her harder. She screams and it's the best music my ears have ever heard. She gets too tight I can barely move as she comes so hard that cum gushes out of her. I groan when I understand exactly what the hesitation was for. A new feeling for her. One she didn't understand because it's never happened. But it did happen and as I finally pulled up into my parking spot, I saw those fruits of my labor in the sight of a puddle sitting under her. The dress, her panties and her thighs are absolutely covered in her own juices. When I look at her face I get concerned.

"I am so sorry. I swear I have never had anything like this happen before." She says with her face red from embarrassment trying to hide it in her hands, this won't do. If she is embarrassed, she won't let me make her do it again and again. I grab her face, bring her eyes to mine as I bring my fingers to my mouth. Keeping my eyes connected with her.

The second I taste her on my tongue. I know I am going to be waiting to slide home so I can taste her from the source. I normally have no interest in going down on women, I don't enjoy it. But with her I want to so, I can drink down the best fucking thing to ever grace my lips. She is sweet with a slight bit of saltiness to her. Like salted caramel. Yes, that is exactly what she tastes like. I groan and fight to keep my eyes from leaving her to roll into my head. After I have licked them clean of every drop.

"I fucking love that you drenched my seat and yourself. I am thrilled I could do that to you, and I am going to make you do it again really soon." I tell her to withdraw from her so I can get out of the car and take her to my penthouse. I can't wait to get her up there and show her exactly how much I love it.