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Jakob remarked smugly, but complied with my request to let me into his mouth. I didn't care if the people around us were already staring at us. After all, I was about to hook one of the hottest men. And Jake was definitely one of them. I recently heard that he turned down an offer to model. The offer even came from Prada! As I heard from Chanel too.

Her back pressed against his chest. Jake moved closer. He knelt in front of her and spread her legs. He kissed the inside of her thigh. His mouth moved higher until he reached her panties. He pulled them aside and licked her wet pussy. Irene gasped. Mark held her tight. His hands played with her breasts while Jake licked her clit in slow circles. “Does that feel good?” Mark asked. “Yes,” she breathed. Ryan joined them. He sucked on one of her nipples while Jake continued to eat her out. Two mouths and four hands explored her body. Irene felt like the center of the world. Pleasure built fast inside her.

I rubbed faster, chasing the edge he’d pushed me toward. Another message popped up immediately. Big D: You’re so sexy, Jayla. I need to feel that pussy. My entire body froze mid-grind. Jayla. He’d used my real name. No one on OnlyFans knew that name. My profile had no face reveals, no location, no links. I was careful. Paranoid, even. The only people who knew were family and a handful of old high school friends who had no idea about this side of me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of fear and confused arousal twisting low in my belly. Who the hell was he?

I click on it at once, biting my lip and trying to hide my smile of excitement. I think I remember swiping on this guy, Jake - he's a little older than me, judging by his picture, with sharp grey eyes and striking features. But that wasn't the only reason I said yes to him. In his profile, he mentioned he was looking for someone to introduce to the world of bondage. At the time, it had interested me; now, after Paulo, it is very intriguing.

The thrill of our evolving friendship, the cabin’s isolation, pulsed through me, my clit—my mind’s playful twist—throbbing despite the exhaustion, a sign of the insatiable desire we’d unleashed. Jake rose, his lean frame casting a shadow over me, his brown hair tousled with sweat. “Let’s heat it up,” he said, his voice a low command, guiding me to a plush rug near the hearth, the fire’s warmth a constant embrace. He retrieved a small chest from under the couch, unveiling a collection of toys—vibrators, a larger dildo, and a double-ended strap-on—laying them beside us like secrets shared. His confidence, tempered by our years of trust, was a dance I yearned to deepen.

"Adrian, " "It's about Jake." Adrian tapped a highlighted wire transfer record. "He was detained before he could finish the job, but the money is already gone. Before Noah's men broke his hand, Jake reached out to a private contract organization. No gang affiliation. No rules. Just professional ghosts." The kitchen grew cold.

When I wanted to search for his information, I realized I did not know his last name so I had to ask Joe, even though she asked a lot of questions which I replied with lot of lies before she could tell me what I wanted to know. Apparently, Jake was part of the top ten youngest billionaire. He has a net worth of 170 billion dollars, that is a whole lot of money, he own two large clubs and is the CEO of one of the largest and successful publishing company. And a whole lot of other things. As I continued scrolling through the Wikipedia, I heard a ding sound from the doorbell, he is already here. I placed my plate gently on the side table and then proceeded to open the door. "Hi." I was met with

We had barely sat down when a man in a bespoke suit walked over, his face flushed with excitement. "Mr. Slater. I’m sorry to interrupt, but my son is a massive fan. Could I get a quick picture?" "Of course," Jake smiled, flashing the charismatic, billion-dollar charm that had built his empire. He leaned in for the photo, shaking the man’s hand and exchanging a few smooth words before the fan retreated. I took a slow sip of my martini, watching him over the rim of the glass. "You’re enjoying this," I noted, setting the glass down.

Having his watchful eye seeing everything I did and monitor every movement was distressing. There had also been a few moments between us that I still couldn’t work out. I must be crazy he had this insanely hot girlfriend who had stopped by one of the nights we had been working late. Tara Scots I’d learning she was a swimwear model or something. She had given me a cold glare when she saw that Jake was sitting next to me. He told her to wait for him at her apartment which she agreed to before giving him a kiss obviously claiming him as hers.

I do love him but my family always placed our business first before any other thing. Jake was the son of Elon Reagan, CEO of a billionaire conglomerate. Jake was a rich spoiled brat who engaged in all forms of social abnormalities. He always slept around with women and always at one club or another; sometimes I wonder how I fell for such a man. I guess love is truly blind for I was blinded by love. At first I didn't read any meaning into his actions but I felt detached from the relationship so I had to take a slow step back.