Whose is It ?

The moment those words slip from her lips, Jennifer crashes into me, her mouth claiming mine in an intoxicating kiss. The tension I've been holding for weeks—maybe longer—erupts, and I kiss her back with equal fervor, my hands roaming her body, desperate to feel every inch of her again.

Her lips are wild against mine, moving hungrily, greedily, and when she trails hot kisses down my neck, my brain struggles to regain control through the thick haze of lust.

"Wait… wait… baby, slow down," I manage to whisper, gently pushing her upper body away just enough to look into her eyes. They're dark with need, completely clouded by desire.

"On the phone… you said you needed a favor, remember?" I pant, trying to ground myself.

She smiles—slow, seductive, almost playful. "Of course, I remember," she murmurs before pressing her lips to my neck again.

"Wait—" I groan, barely holding on to the last thread of my willpower. "What is it, Jen?"

She lifts her head, her lips already swollen from our kisses, and tilts her head with a sultry smirk. "This."

Then she kisses me again.

"I need you to make love to me. Will you?" Her voice is breathy, dripping with desire, her body pressing against mine in silent plea.

My eyes widen for a split second before I growl low in my throat and crush my mouth against hers, answering her the only way I know how.

[WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT]

Neither of us can stop. We're lost in pure, unfiltered hunger.

I can't even remember how we got into my old apartment—how we ended up tumbling into my bedroom. All I know is that she's here, in my arms, where she belongs.

Clothes are ripped away in seconds. I barely take in the sight of her naked, perfect, flushed with need before I push her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly against the soft mattress.

"Now, baby… please," she begs, stretching her arms toward me.

I don't make her wait. I crawl over her, covering her body with mine, capturing her lips in deep, searing kisses, feeling the heat of her bare skin against me.

"Don't worry, baby… I'll make you come over and over again until dawn," I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with need. My cock is aching, throbbing against her thigh, desperate to claim her.

But then—

"No, baby… I don't need you to fuck me all night. I just need one… amazing… unforgettable time. Just once."

She whispers it almost trance-like, her voice shaky with longing, her face flushed, eyes hooded with desire. Her lips are parted, breathing fast. Her thighs shift beneath me, needy.

Just once?

That makes me pause.

Jen has never wanted just one round with me. Never.

My eyes flicker with something—suspicion.

"One time? Are you sure?" I murmur, grazing my teeth over her plump bottom lip. My tone shifts slightly—colder, calculating.

She doesn't seem to notice. She sighs. "Yes, baby…"

Liar.

But I don't call her out on it. Not yet.

Instead, I lean down and devour her lips again, pushing my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, owning her. She moans, her body arching into me, desperate for more.

"Will you, baby?" she asks between gasps when I finally pull back for air.

I smirk. "Sure."

"Mmm… good," she purrs, her hands already roaming my body, reaching for my belt, eager to free me.

But I stop her.

"With two conditions."

She blinks, her lust-fogged mind taking a second to register. "Conditions?"

I nod, kissing her soft, swollen lips, making her moan before whispering against her mouth, "One…"

I trail my kisses to the sensitive spot behind her ear, licking, sucking. She shivers, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"You have to hold your orgasm. You may not come before I'm inside you."

Her eyes snap open in protest, lips parting, breathing hard.

I kiss her again, cutting off her argument. "You only want it once, right? Don't you think it's cruel if you come before I even get the chance to be inside you?"

Her pupils dilate. She bites her lip.

"Okay," she finally whispers, defeated, needy. "Just don't tease me too long."

I smirk. "I make no promises."

Before she can react, I push her wrists above her head, catching her off guard. She gasps.

"No," I tell her firmly, pinning her hands in place.

"Why?" she breathes, her thighs shifting restlessly beneath me.

"Tonight, let me do all the work."

I hold her gaze, making sure she understands exactly what I mean.

She nods.

Good girl.

I grab the black stockings she discarded earlier, shift her body closer to the nearest bedpost, and tie her wrists securely to it.

"Scott…" she moans, already writhing.

"Shh… relax, baby."

I start at her wrists, trailing my mouth down her arm, kissing, licking, leaving marks.

She whimpers.

I reach the sensitive spot above her armpit, where I know she's extra sensitive. I nip at her skin, sucking lightly.

Her back arches off the bed as a sharp gasp escapes her.

"Oh, Scott—"

"Second," I whisper, letting my hot breath tease her skin.

She shudders beneath me.

"I need you to answer my questions first."

Her lashes flutter open. "Questions?"

"Yes."

"You mean… more than one?" She swallows, nervousness flickering across her face.

I smile darkly, then bite down on her sweet spot again, making her gasp, squirming beneath me.

"Yes, baby. More than one."

She's panting, her wrists tugging against the stockings as if she's already desperate to touch me.

"Okay…" she breathes, voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."

I smirk mischievously before continuing to ravish her body, trailing hot kisses down her feverish, trembling skin. My hands cup her breasts, my thumbs grazing over her hardened peaks, teasing, circling, not giving her what she craves just yet.

"God… Scott," she gasps, arching into my touch.

I take one of her swollen nipples between my lips, sucking slow and deep, feeling the way she writhes beneath me.

"Mmm, baby… you're the best," she murmurs, drunk on pleasure.

Her words should make me feel triumphant, but instead, they sting.

I see her in my mind—beneath another man, moaning for him just like this.

My grip tightens on her waist. Jealousy—sharp and raw—burns through me.

"How many men have you fucked after me?" My voice is deceptively soft, my lips still devouring her breast, my tongue flicking over her nipple as I wait for her answer.

"Four—no… three," she breathes out instantly.

My body goes rigid.

She notices.

She lifts her head, her eyes searching mine. "What's wrong? Are you mad, baby?"

"No." I lie.

Then I bite down.

She cries out, her back arching violently, fingers gripping the sheets.

"You are angry!" she protests, panting.

"You don't like it?" I murmur against her skin before sucking her nipple harder, flicking my tongue mercilessly.

Her moan is raw, desperate. She thrashes against me, overwhelmed.

"A bit less hard, maybe?" she begs in a breathless whimper that makes my cock throb harder.

I grin. "Like this?"

I move to her other breast, grazing my teeth over the sensitive bud, rolling it playfully between my teeth before sucking deep and hard.

"Oh, God—Scott— YES! Ohhh—"

She's pushing herself into my mouth, offering me more, needing everything I'm giving her.

I don't stop. I worship her breasts, sucking, nibbling, flicking, biting, leaving them plump and swollen, flushed in deep shades of pink and purple.

By the time I let her go, she's trembling beneath me, her lips parted, body thrumming with need.

Not yet.

I trail my tongue lower, teasing the dip of her stomach, marking my way down.

Her scent—her raw arousal—is intoxicating.

If I were just giving in to my hunger, I'd have pounded into her mercilessly by now.

But I have questions.

Questions I know she wouldn't answer if she weren't lost in this haze of lust.

I kiss my way to her navel, swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin.

"My next question, baby…" I murmur against her belly.

She hums softly, too lost in pleasure to process my words.

I suck her navel, making her moan.

Then I finally ask:

"Are you pregnant, baby?"

Her entire body stiffens.

She doesn't answer.

I glance up. Her eyes are shut tight, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"Baby," I press, dragging my finger from her navel down to her slick entrance, teasing her achingly slow.

She shudders.

"Why aren't you answering me?" My voice is both gentle and commanding.

I press just the tip of my finger against her soaked entrance, feeling how desperately she needs me.

She whimpers, still silent.

I rub soft circles over her folds, just barely touching her clit.

"Baby… you're torturing me," she moans, hips bucking, her body pleading for more.

"Answer me, baby."

When she still refuses, I shift lower, spreading her thighs wide, locking my arms beneath them.

"Baby, what are you—Aaaahhh!!"

Her scream is broken, gasping, as I bury my tongue deep inside her, thrusting, licking, devouring her.

I suck her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue, drinking in her sweet, addictive taste.

"Baby—baby—I'm going to—"

"Don't you dare," I growl.

I don't stop. I consume her, my tongue relentless, my hands holding her firmly in place as her thighs quake.

"Just answer, baby," I purr against her dripping core, my breath hot against her sensitive, swollen flesh.

Her body tenses, her wrists straining against the binds, her back arching, her moans turning into broken, desperate cries.

"YES!! YES, I AM EXPECTING!!"

My heart stops.

I freeze—my tongue still against her clit, my fingers digging into her thighs.

She breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You are?" I rasp, lifting my head.

"YES!" she snaps, frustration dripping from her voice. "Now, PLEASE—fuck me!"

I smirk.

I withdraw my tongue, moving up her trembling body as I finally free my aching cock, watching her eyes widen as it springs free.

She stares—fixated—hunger darkening her gaze.

I notice.

It makes me jealous.

I want her to want me—not just my cock.

So I tease her.

I shift forward, sliding my shaft between her soft, flushed breasts, gliding back and forth, letting her feel every inch of me.

She whimpers, trying to catch me with her mouth.

I don't let her.

"Don't play around!" she whines, her frustration adorable.

I laugh, seeing her sullen, needy expression.

"I'll get you back for this!" she threatens, breathless.

I laugh again, then move down, covering her body with mine, pressing her into the mattress.

I keep my weight off her belly, my forearms braced beside her head as I kiss her deeply, passionately.

"I love you, baby," I murmur against her lips, meaning it.

"If you do, then stop torturing me and just fuck me already!" she demands.

I grin, positioning myself right at her entrance.

Her warmth surrounds my tip, the sensation making me groan.

I close my eyes.

I have to control myself.

"One last question, baby," I murmur, rubbing my cock against her dripping slit.

She moans.