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"Damn it," you mutter under your breath, frustration bubbling as nail polish spills onto your cuticles. Hastily grabbing an acetone-soaked cotton bud from a nearby tray, you work to clean up the mess as best as you can.
It's been ages since you've done more than just the basics—comb your hair and pluck a stray eyebrow hair here and there. Fed up with the monotony of your daily routine, you've resolved to shake things up and hit the town tonight. Peeking a glance at your unlocked phone, you eagerly check for any replies from friends to your invitation to join you.
💕 Baby is typing…
sorry love! i’ve got an assignment that is way overdue!! have fun and take pics tho xx
“Damn it.”
Hey Baby, no worries! Will do xx
🕊️ L. Dove is typing…
Be real right now! The newest episode of Fallout is out, my house is on LOCKDOWN 🔒 Stay safe.
Shit, I forgot about that.
You contemplate taking off the whole look and doing the same as Dove. You shake your head, no. You’re trying to break the monotony, not feed it.
Dove - DO NOT spoil for me! Have fun 🔑
You lock your phone and casually toss it onto your bed. With a final stroke, your nails are perfected: cherry red with a glitter top coat. Standing up, you look over your wardrobe, scanning over the discarded options. Confident your nails are dry, you settle on your outfit.
Reaching for something that stands out, you pluck out a hanger with a sweater-style dress. It’s the one with the faux turtleneck and the heart-shaped cutout at the chest—the impulse buy from your late-night online shopping. Tonight, you're feeling bold enough to finally wear it out.
Slipping into the soft fabric, you pull the dress over your curves, relishing the way it hugs you in all the right places. Turning to your floor-length mirror, you assess the look. The bodycon style accentuates your gorgeous hips and full thighs, the hem skimming just above your knees.
With the autumn chill in mind, you rummage through the back of your wardrobe for a pair of black thigh-high boots. The zip-up style and subtle heel promise comfort as you navigate the evening.
For the finishing touches, you opt for a simple hair and make-up routine. A subtle blush and a soft smoky eye enhance your features. Digging into your bag, you spot a matching cherry red lipstick, gliding it across your soft, supple lips. A spritz of setting spray, a wave of your hand to dry it, and you're ready to go.
Snatching up your phone once more, you unlock it and book an Uber to whisk you away. Tonight, you've set your sights on a quiet cocktail bar in town, typically renowned for its sophisticated clientele and quality libations—a perfect escape from the monotony of everyday life, without diving too deeply into the unknown.
With your hair pinned back, your ensemble is complete. You steal another glance in the floor-length mirror, a satisfied smile gracing your lips. You feel radiant. You start to pose in front of your mirror to show off to your friends - if they can’t come out they can at least hype your outfit up!
A soft beep and a notification from your phone signal the arrival of your Uber, snapping you away from posing. Grabbing a small handbag, you toss in your phone, lipstick, and keys before stepping out of your cosy apartment, ready to embrace the adventure awaiting you.
Expressing gratitude to your driver, you step out of the car and gaze at the location you had meticulously researched beforehand: Crusader’s Bar. Its unassuming exterior boasts simple brick walls and stained-glass windows, with a bored-looking security guard stationed outside.
With a smile, you approach the door, ID in hand. The guard inspects it briefly before returning it, granting you entry. Stepping inside, you're enveloped in the warmth of the bar before you. A single chandelier adorned with faux candles hangs from the ceiling, while warm-toned LED lights beneath the bar illuminate the space.
Though not overly crowded, the bar hums with a comfortable energy. You walk towards the bartender, cleaning a single glass as you approach.
“Hi love, what can I get you started with today?” She’s clad in a linen banded collar shirt, the fabric hinting at casual elegance, paired with a snug vest that accentuates her figure. But it's not just her attire that catches your eye—it's the warmth of her smile and the delicate scattering of freckles across her face, adding an endearing charm to her already striking features.
"Oh, hey. It’s a bit embarrassing, but... I don’t usually drink. I want something light and fresh. Any recommendations?" You can't help but feel a bit awkward, fidgeting with your fingers as you speak. A warm chuckle escapes her lips in response. "Hmm... I think I have a few ideas. Do you like lime and raspberries?" You nod eagerly. "Yep, sounds good." "Done," she says with a smile. You go through the formalities of paying for your drink, and the bartender gets to work to create this new cocktail for you.
The bartender grabs a handful of fresh raspberries and begins muddling them in a highball glass with a bamboo tool. Adding ice, a shot of gin, and soda water, she finishes off the drink with a squeeze of lime and a sprig of mint.
Taking the delicious concoction and a straw, you find a solitary tolix table and settle onto a nearby stool. With one sip, you know it's exactly what you were looking for. As you glance around the bar, you take in the decor with interest.
…what are you supposed to do now?
You mentally shake your head, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement at your idea of forward-thinking - you research this cocktail bar to the nth degree, but not what you’re going to do once you’re there?
Before you can gather your thoughts, an average-looking man approaches your table. The scent of whiskey precedes him, and you brace yourself for the inevitable conversation you’ve been trained to handle with the utmost care.
"Hey, I haven’t seen ya here before. What’s a sweet thing like you doin’ around here?" he says with a hint of self-assuredness, clearly pleased with his own attempt at charm. He’s dressed well enough, but your assumption that this bar was for sophisticated folk is diminishing by the minute.
"Oh, hey," you respond, offering a polite smile. "I’m just waiting for a... friend! Yeah. Thanks for coming to say hi though…" You twirl your drink with your straw, hoping to signal a lack of interest.
"Well, I can be your friend," he persists, squinting at you as if trying to gauge your reaction. "Yeah, I think we could be good friends."
You maintain a polite but firm demeanour. "Oh, no thank you. I’m honestly just out to have a good time with my friend tonight."
He smirks, clearly not deterred. "Oooh. A good time, huh? I can definitely offer you that."
Disgust churns in your stomach at his insinuation, but you keep your composure, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You struggle to think of a way to subtly tell this mess you leave you alone - but suddenly you see an imposing shadow behind the annoying man.
"Hey, thanks for waiting for me," a deep voice interrupts, causing the persistent man to shrink back and slink away with a muttered apology. You barely take in what he has to say as you turn your attention toward the newcomer.
Your eyes land on an incredibly tall and handsome man, his presence commanding attention. He's dressed impeccably in a black turtleneck, and a pristine white coat paired with matching pants. With a broad chest that tapers down to his hips, Not to mention his strong, chiselled features, sculpted jawline, and piercing gaze that holds a hint of mystery.
"Thanks for helping me out with that one, I genuinely didn’t know what I would’ve done," you admit nervously.
"Good grief," he responds, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. Taking a seat at your table on the opposite bench, he surprises you by deciding to stick around.
"This bar can seem unassuming, but you have to keep careful if you’re going to be out all on your own," he cautions, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours. His words feel like a gentle scolding, but strangely, it's oddly comforting. "What’s your name?" he asks, breaking the silence that followed his cautionary words.
You feel a strange compulsion to answer honestly. You respond with your name, your voice tinged with nervousness. "And... and you?" you venture, hoping he'll return the favour. "Jotaro," he replies simply, his gaze steady as he meets your eyes.
"It's an interesting name, Jo-ta-ro. Is it Japanese?" you inquire, initiating a bit of small talk to navigate this encounter.
"Hmm, yeah," he replies simply, his tone somewhat aloof.
"What brings you out tonight?" he questions you, taking a sip from his glass of scotch, neat.
"I needed a change of scenery, couldn't round up enough girlfriends to make it a rowdy night, unfortunately," you chuckle at your attempt at humour, feeling a newfound sense of ease in his company.
"I can relate," he admits with a hint of understanding. "Just had to escape the usual routine for a while," he states matter-of-factly. There's an air of importance about him—his expensive attire, well-groomed appearance, and the irresistible cologne he wears, blending tones of spice and freshness seamlessly.
As you chat with Jotaro about this and that, the bartender swings by now and then to top up your drinks. Before you know it, the alcohol starts to kick in, and you find yourself growing more fascinated by this mysterious guy in front of you. You can feel your heart picking up speed as you study his features—the way his lips curve, the subtle pulse in his neck.
He catches you staring at him with a hint of desire, and he just chuckles softly. Caught in the act, you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, though thankfully concealed by the makeup. You and Jotaro share a moment of intense gaze before a notification on your phone interrupts the silent exchange. Quickly, you excuse yourself to check the message, needing a moment to collect your thoughts.
💕 Baby is typing…
babes - you surviving out there?? i wanted pics!!
"Ah, shit," you curse inwardly as you realize you forgot to send a picture of yourself to your friend to showcase your outfit. You notice Jotaro's eyes flicker towards your phone, not that he was intentionally snooping.
"Just one of my girls," you explain, feeling the need to justify the interruption.
"No need to explain yourself to me," he responds, raising his hands in a gesture of understanding.
"Here, let me take a photo of you," he offers, extending his hand for you to place your phone in. Your logical side protests, but you find yourself feeling oddly at ease with him, especially after spending all this time chatting.
You place your phone gently in his hand, noticing the juvenile adornments and how they look so small in his large hands—little charms from your favourite anime and cute stars along the rope that ties it to the case. As he lifts the phone, you strike a simple pose, feeling a sense of trust despite how little you know about each other.
"Good girl,”
He murmurs in a soft tone that sends a shiver down your spine, as you hear the distinct click of your photo being taken. If you weren't a bit tipsy, you might have caught the subtle implications right away. As the meaning sinks in, you feel your cheeks flush even hotter, the sensation spreading throughout your body like wildfire.
Nervously, you retrieve your phone from his hand, muttering a quick thank you in his direction. Your thighs press together instinctively as you try to regain your composure, the weight of his words lingering in the air between you.
After sending the photo to your friend, you tuck your phone back into your bag, eager to return your focus to the present moment. One hand rests lightly on the table, while the other absentmindedly twirls a strand of your hair, a nervous habit that betrays the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.
As the conversation continues, a charged tension hangs in the air between you and Jotaro. Your heart races as you feel his gaze lingering on you, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and intrigue. With a subtle shift in his posture, he leans in closer to you.
Without a word, his hand reaches out to gently brush against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat as his lips draw closer to yours, his breath mingling with yours. The anticipation builds with each passing moment that you’re frozen in his gentle grasp.
"You are a good girl, aren't you," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips, just centimetres away. You're burning up, your heart racing in your chest as you can only manage to nod lightly in agreement.
In this moment, you feel entirely captivated by him, as if the world has faded away and there's only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of intimacy and desire. Every nerve in your body is on edge, every sense heightened as you hang on to his every word and gesture.
It's a thrilling and overwhelming sensation, being so entirely consumed by someone's presence. Every whisper, every touch, sends a surge of electricity through your veins, leaving you breathless and exhilarated. You can’t help but let your thoughts wander into what could be next.
With your breath still caught in your throat, you nod your head in response to his question, the huskiness in his tone sending shivers down your spine. "Do you think you can show me?" he asks, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between you. Anticipation courses through your veins as you wait for his next move.
Responding to his question with action, you press your soft lips against his, eager to demonstrate just how much you can show him. As the kiss deepens, he licks along your mouth, seeking entrance to play with your tongue. With a quiet moan of consent, you part your lips, inviting him into the dance of passion and desire.
The intensity of the moment consumes you both as your tongues intertwine in a dance of longing and desire. With each caress, each shared breath, the connection between you deepens, igniting a fire that burns hotter with every passing second. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, nothing else matters but the sensation of his lips against yours, the taste of the whiskey on your tongue, and the overwhelming need for more.
He pulls away from you, leaving you feeling an unexpected emptiness, a longing for the warmth of his touch. "Good," he says firmly, his tone leaving little room for argument. “I think I know a place where you can demonstrate yourself. If this is what you want” offering you an out if you truly want to take it.
“Yes,” you say breathlessly, compelled to prove you can do what you’re told.
With a swift motion, he pulls out his phone and makes a quick phone call. "Back to my hotel," he states bluntly before hanging up. You’ve never seen a taxi service that responds so quickly to a call like that!
Standing up, his sheer height becomes even more apparent, towering at 6 ft 5 inches. He extends his hand toward you, and you're inclined to take it, drawn to his commanding presence. Standing up from your stool, you can't help but compare yourself to him. As you rise, you realize just how much taller he is, his chiselled chest towering above you, emphasizing the striking difference in height between you.
As Jotaro leads you towards the door, you try to insist on paying for your drinks, but he’s firm on this responsibility, taking care of the entire tab. With a warm smile, the bartender bids you goodbye as you both leave the venue behind.
Moments later, a long black vehicle pulls up outside the cocktail bar, its tinted windows giving away nothing of its occupants. An unassuming man emerges from the driver's seat, coming to open the back passenger door with a polite nod.
"Dr. Kujo, I hope you enjoyed your evening out tonight," the man says respectfully as he ushers you both inside. You're left in total shock, your mind reeling with questions as you settle into the luxurious interior of the vehicle.
The distinct thud of the car door closing punctuates the silence as you sit in the unexpectedly spacious vehicle. Without hesitation, Jotaro pulls you close, his lips meeting yours in another warm kiss. It's filled with a sense of urgency, a desperate desire to taste you over and over again. In that moment, you're reminded of the intoxicating power of his touch, and you find yourself surrendering to the overwhelming dominance he holds over you.
Lost in the intensity of the moment, you reciprocate his passion, savouring the taste of him on your lips. With each kiss, you find yourself drawn deeper into his embrace, eagerly exploring the depths of your mutual attraction. You barely notice that he’s pulled you onto his lap until you feel his bulge grinding against your cunt, already wet in anticipation.
Your moment is gently interrupted by a voice softly emanating from the car partition. "Dr. Kujo, we have reached our destination."
As the car glides to a stop, you find yourself in front of an immaculate hotel, the building exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication, with its grand features adorned with intricate architectural details.
You fix yourself as best you can as you step out of the car and are greeted by the sight of towering columns framing the entrance, their polished marble gleaming under the soft glow of golden lampposts. A red carpet leads you towards the entrance, where a pair of ornate doors stand tall and imposing, inviting you into an unexpected world of luxury.
Inside, the lobby is a sight to behold, with opulent furnishings and tasteful décor that exude an air of timeless glamour. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow over the space. Plush velvet couches and armchairs offer comfortable seating for guests, while marble floors shimmer underfoot.
As you take in the breathtaking surroundings, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the sheer beauty and luxury of the place. It's a world unto itself, where every detail has been carefully curated to provide guests with an unforgettable experience of indulgence and refinement.
The reception desk is staffed by impeccably dressed attendants, who greet you with warm smiles. Feeling Jotaro's arm wrap delicately around yours in a sophisticated manner, you follow his lead as he guides you through the lobby. The concierge nods with respect towards Jotaro, "Welcome back, Dr. Kujo. We hope you continue to enjoy your stay," he says, words dripping with reverence.
Jotaro offers a simple nod of acknowledgement before leading you towards the ornate elevator. As the doors close behind you, you feel his hand give your ass a tight squeeze, sending a jolt of excitement coursing through you. In that moment, you realize that this night is far from over.
Fuck.
In a daze, you follow Jotaro through the magnificent hotel, taking in the opulence of your surroundings with wide eyes. Eventually, he leads you to his hotel door, which holds a singular number to represent it. As you stand before it, you realize with a gasp that this is one of the penthouse apartment options within the hotel.
The door looms before you, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the hallway lights. You can't help but feel a sense of awe at the thought of what lies beyond it. This is no ordinary room—it's a luxurious retreat, a sanctuary of indulgence and extravagance.
Without wasting a moment, Jotaro leads you inside, gently setting his items aside on the bedside table next to the super king-sized bed. You're in awe of its size—it feels larger than your entire apartment. As you place your handbag on a nearby coffee table, you take a moment to look around the room, trying to work through your flustering feelings.
Your eyes are drawn to the large spa bath near the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Fluffy towels are neatly rolled against the side, inviting you to indulge in a moment of relaxation. Despite the lavishness of the surroundings, the room looks impeccably kept, as if Jotaro has hardly made a dent in it during his stay.
As you take in the details of the room, you sense Jotaro's dark figure looming behind you. Turning, you find him standing there, his presence commanding and intense.
"I'd like to see how much of a good girl you can be," he says huskily, his voice encapsulating your mind. His hands run down the length of his hard cock within his pants, his eyes smouldering with desire.
"Good grief, look at what you're doing to me here," he adds, his tone a mix of amusement and frustration as he gestures to the undeniable effect you're having on him.
As you watch Jotaro touching himself, a wave of raw desire washes over you, filling you with an overwhelming sense of lust. Every movement and every gesture he makes ignites a fiery passion within you, and you find yourself willing to do anything just to get a taste of him.
Without hesitation, you close the distance between you, your body moving on pure instinct as you reach out to him. The air crackles with tension as your fingers brush against his length, your breath hitching as you feel the heat and the pure girth of him. Feeling the low growl reverberate through his chest at your touch only fuels the fire burning within you.
With a sense of urgency, you lean in closer, your lips barely grazing his skin as you trail kisses along his jawline. Each touch, each caress is met with a primal response, as if you've tapped into something raw and untamed between you. You squeeze at his member, feeling desperate to see it.
You begin to kneel in front of him, anticipation guiding your movements. As you look up and lock eyes with his, you can sense the determination burning within him. There's an intensity in his stare, a primal need that mirrors your own as you both succumb to the irresistible pull between you.
With a steady hand, you reach out to him, your fingers tracing a path along his thighs, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. With a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you reach for the buckle of his belt, your fingers fumbling slightly in your eagerness.
His breath catches in his throat as he watches you, his gaze unwavering as you slowly undo his belt, the sound of leather against metal echoing in the room. With each movement, you can feel the tension mounting between you, the desire for one another reaching a fever pitch.
Finally, the belt comes loose, and you slide it from his waist, dropping it to the floor with a soft thud. His eyes darken with desire as you reach for the button of his trousers, your fingers trembling slightly.
With a swift motion, you undo the button and slowly lower the zipper, revealing the tantalizing promise of what lies beneath. As you gaze up at him again, you can see the hunger burning in his eyes, a hunger that mirrors your own.
The visual of his thick cock in your small hand is amazing, but it’s the scent of his arousal that is sending your senses into overdrive. It's heady and intoxicating, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Unable to resist, you inhale deeply, savouring the musky aroma that surrounds you.
You see a dew drop of cum leaking from the head, and you give it a gentle kiss, followed by a trail of teasing kisses along the length of him. His hand gently guided into your hair permitting you to keep going, to keep pushing the boundary. Feeling him tense beneath your touch, you move your lips back to the tip - as you start to take the length of him inside your mouth as best you can, savouring each tantalizing moment you can take him.
His sharp intake of breath echoes in the room, a testament to the intensity of the sensation as you explore him with eager abandon. Your slick mouth glides back and forth, the building lubrication from your spit making it easier to take him in.
His hand tightens into a fist, gripping your hair as he starts to thrust into your mouth with increasing urgency, heightening the pace and sensation. You allow him to set the rhythm, surrendering to the intensity of the moment as he pushes you to the brink of ecstasy through your service to him.
With each thrust, you feel the tension building within him, his movements becoming more frantic as he approaches the edge. It's a heady mix of pleasure and desire, the sensation of him filling your mouth and overwhelming your senses. Your make-up becomes a mess as your mascara smudges and your lipstick has stained along the length and base of his cock.
You ready yourself to have your throat filled with his hot sticky seed, fulfilling your need to be good to him - But just as he nears the brink of release, he pulls back, restraining himself with a primal growl of restraint. It's a moment of exquisite torture - and suddenly you’re obsessed. You need him in all ways that are possible. Drool trickles the corners of your mouth and you struggle to catch your breath as you look up at him.
As his sigh envelops you, his voice tinged with restraint, he murmurs, "Look at the mess you’ve made of yourself. So eager to show me your obedience" He wipes his thumb over your bottom lip and down your chin, smudging your make-up even further. Before you can gather your thoughts, he effortlessly lifts you, carrying you to the immaculate bed.
Instinctively, you pull your sweater dress down to cover yourself, but he gently spreads your legs apart with his calloused hands, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Despite your attempt to shield yourself, he unveils your excitement through your underwear with a deliberate and tantalizing touch along your slit.
"Nnnh, wait I-" you stutter, attempting to gather your thoughts and prepare yourself. It's been a long time since you've allowed someone to see you in this vulnerable state, and the nerves begin to flutter in your stomach. Despite your hesitation, he spreads your legs further and nestles his nose underneath your clit through your underwear, inhaling deeply to savour your arousal.
"You're so wet for me, my good girl," he remarks, his praise sending a thrill coursing through you. With trembling anticipation, you hold your breath as he pulls your delicate underwear to the side, revealing your glistening cunt. The heat of his mouth draws nearer, and you can feel the anticipation driving you crazy.
Then, with agonizing slowness, he drags a flat tongue along your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. Your hips move of their own accord, grinding into his tongue as you ache for more, craving additional touch, more taste, and greater pleasure. With each movement, you lose yourself in the sensation, the overwhelming desire driving you insane.
As his tongue explores every inch of you, making its way down towards your opening, you feel the tension building within you, and when he finally starts thrusting his tongue inside you - you feel your world crumbling. His thumb circled on your clit, intensifying the pleasure beyond what you could have imagined.
As his pace quickens, you can feel your climax approaching rapidly. With each movement, you grind your hips faster, pushing yourself deeper into his touch, desperate for more. He responds by wrapping his arms around each of your thighs, drawing your pussy closer to him and intensifying his pace along your clit with his tongue again, riding the wave of pleasure with you.
Your fingers lightly graze along his scalp, tangling in his gorgeous raven hair as you revel in the sensation. He shivers under your touch, his arousal evident.
“Jotaro, I.. I can feel it…”.
You find yourself enveloped in pure lust and ecstasy, surrendering yourself completely to the overwhelming waves of pleasure that crash over you. With each shuddering breath, you allow yourself to release, giving in to the powerful sensations that course through your body.
He drinks in every drop of you, savouring the taste. As you give yourself over to the moment, your heart feels like it’s going to explode from your chest, the intensity of the experience leaving you breathless and trembling.
With a sense of pride, Jotaro gazes over your trembling body, his eyes filled with the same intense desire as when you first began. Without a word, he moves onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. His cock twitches against your swollen mound as he leans in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.
Before the kiss deepens further, he reaches for your dress, deftly pulling it above your torso and off your body, and pulls down your delicate underwear, tossing both off the bed. In this compromising position, you’re revealing your naked form to him completely. As you lie here, exposed and vulnerable, you feel like prey to a hunter.
You taste yourself on him as he brings his lips back to you, the tang of your arousal mingling with the heat of his desire, and you eagerly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you melt into his kiss once more.
One of his hands moves to your breast, kneading the soft flesh with a firm grip that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. With each squeeze to your peak, you arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely, lost in the throes of him.
He pulls away from your kiss, his gaze locking with yours as he grips his hand around the base of his thick cock. With a silent question in his eyes, he seeks your approval, waiting for the nod that permits him to proceed. You meet his gaze, your breath catching in your throat as he teases you by rubbing the head of his cock along the slick folds of your opening.
You pant heavily, the intensity of the moment overwhelming your senses as you struggle to utter his name. "Jotaro... please..." you whimper, the words catching as you beg for more.
A smirk plays across his lips as he hears your plea, his eyes gleaming with desire. "You have been a good girl," he acknowledges, his voice low. "But seeing you like this, watching you beg for me... it's almost too good."
You whine softly, your hips grinding against his in a desperate attempt to convey your need for more. "Please, Jotaro, please sir," you plead, the word slipping from your lips almost involuntarily.
Sir.
Sensing a sudden tension in Jotaro's demeanour, there’s a shift in the air between you.
“Call me that again” his gaze on you darkens - something primal flickers within him as he commands you. “S-sir, I need to feel you. Please, I am begging you…” you whine. Jotaro's newfound title sends an unexpected thrill of submission coursing through your body, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. As he pushes your thighs, positioning your legs next to each side of your head, you feel a surge of need within you.
His cock glides effortlessly into your needy pussy, the stretch of his delicious girth sending waves of pleasure coursing through you despite the preparation. With each inch of him filling you slowly, you can't help but moan in ecstasy, the sensation beyond words.
Finally, as the base of his cock reaches your entrance and its head kisses your womb, he pushes your legs even further apart, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. Enveloped entirely by his large and muscular physique, you feel a sense of safety and security wash over you, surrendering yourself completely to his domination.
As he starts thrusting into you with increasing pace, each slide in kissing your womb in a mixture of pain and pleasure, you find yourself unable to form coherent words. Nestling his face into the nape of your neck, he begins to sharply bite and suck on the sensitive flesh, leaving marks of ownership. With each bite, you let out a high-pitched moan, the sensation driving you closer to the brink.
The perfect curve of his cock hits along your G-spot flawlessly, bringing you to the brink of orgasm with each thrust. Desperate for release, you beg and cry for permission, your body trembling with need.
"Not yet," he growls, his voice sending another shiver down your spine as he quickens his pace, each slam of his weight into you driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. He brings his torso up and reaches out to faintly put his hand around your throat. His fingers and palm calloused. You swallow hard between moans, a rush of arousal coursing through you at his playful squeeze. With each gentle pressure of his fingers, you feel a surge of desire building within you, your body responding instinctively to his touch.
Pushing your supple throat into his grip, you give him the silent permission to take control, surrendering yourself completely - you belong to him now.
As his pace becomes more intense, the slow deprivation of air intensifies your arousal, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Jotaro looks deep into your eyes, his gaze intense. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice husky with desire. "Show me how much you want this." His order sends you spiralling into ecstasy as you tighten your pussy around his girth and your eyes roll back in pleasure.
He grunts as he pumps your pussy while it tightens around him, the sensation driving him to the edge of release. And when he finally shoots his hot cum into your womb, filling you completely, you feel a sense of completeness wash over you, the intensity of the moment overwhelming your senses.
He hovers over you, his breath coming in pants as he peppers butterfly kisses across your skin. "You did so good," he murmurs between each tender kiss. "You were such a good girl."
“I’m so proud of you”
His words wash over you like a soothing balm, encapsulating your content state. As you surrender to the overwhelming sensation of his touch and his praise, your consciousness begins to fade, leaving you in a blissful state of euphoria.
As you wake up and take in your surroundings, you briefly wonder if the incredible evening you experienced was just a dream. However, a quick pinch confirms that this is indeed reality. You glance down at yourself and notice the oversized top draped over your frame, a tangible reminder of the night before. Your belongings are neatly arranged in a small pile nearby, a kind thought from Jotaro.
The faint sound of running water from the bathroom pulls your attention away from the morning light filtering through the curtains. You watch as Jotaro emerges, the soft fabric of his boxer shorts the only thing covering his perfectly toned physique. His warm smile as he approaches the bed fills you with a sense of comfort and contentment.
Your eyes fall upon the glass of water and the ibuprofen placed carefully on the bedside table, another thoughtful gesture from Jotaro that you gratefully accept. Returning his greeting with a smile, you feel a sense of tenderness wash over you as he leans in to place a tender kiss on your forehead before taking a seat at the edge of the bed.
"Listen," he begins, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness, "I know this might sound unbelievable, but I'm not one to act on impulse. But last night made me realize something—I enjoy being around you. I don't want it to end here, but ultimately, it's up to you."
With his words lingering in the air, presenting you with the choice to stay or depart, your mind is already made up. You extend your hand, softly touching his, conveying your decision. "No need to worry," you affirm, a weary smile playing on your lips, mirroring your earnestness. "I'd prefer to stay. This is something I don't want to forget either."
Jotaro's chuckle fills the room, his smile still evident as he shakes his head in amusement. "Good grief, where did you come from, and why didn’t I find you sooner?" he remarks, his voice filled with a mixture of humour and affection. "I know a good cafe around the corner if you want something to eat."
As he rises from the bed and makes his way towards the expansive wardrobe, you can't help but notice the meticulous care he puts into selecting his outfit. Finally, he pulls out a large lanyard with a photo ID hanging from the clip, putting it in his pockey for future use. It's then that you piece together his occupation—he works for the Speedwagon Foundation.
Shit, no wonder he could afford a hotel like this!
"I've put your clothes by your bag," he informs you matter-of-factly. "I hope you don't mind wearing the same dress as last night. No underwear for you today, though" His statement catches you off guard, but before you can fully process it, you realize he's serious.
As you rise from the bed, the lingering effects of last night's passion make themselves known, reminding you of the intensity of your evening with Jotaro. You make your way to the bathroom, the warm steam enveloping you as you step into the shower. The water cascades over your skin, washing away the remnants of last night's makeup and cleaning the traces of your encounter. There’s always next time for that gorgeous spa bath.
Next time. Doesn’t that just… feel right?
You take your time, relishing in the sensation of the water against your skin as you allow yourself to fully wake up and prepare for the day ahead.
Dressed and feeling refreshed, you join Jotaro as he leads you to the local cafe he recommended. The contrast between his demeanour now and the intensity of last night is striking, but you sense the underlying depth beneath his outward facade. As you order your favourite hot drink, the growling of your stomach reminds you of your hunger, and Jotaro insists on treating you to a hearty breakfast, a motion you gratefully accept.
As you chat over food and coffee, you find yourself drawn to Jotaro's presence, his quiet strength and enigmatic aura captivating you. Occasionally, his hand finds its way to your thigh, a subtle yet possessive gesture that reminds you of the evening before. You squeeze your thighs together in response, the pressure offering a fleeting sense of relief to the building tension between your legs.
After finishing your meal, you both agree it's time to part ways, at least for now. "I meant what I said earlier," he reminds you as you exit the cafe. He hands you his phone, sleek and impersonal, a sharp contrast to your own device, though undeniably the latest model of the year. "Let's exchange contact details. I'll send you a text so you'll have mine too," he offers, his tone sincere. "My job can be demanding, so I might not always be available to take calls, but I promise to respond as soon as I can."
"I’ll get my chauffeur to drive you home—I don't want you to worry about getting there alone," he insists, giving you the impression that he's eager to take care of every detail in your life. You can't help but wonder if this is all too good to be true.
Not up for a debate, you punch in your details on his phone, adding your name with a couple of adorable emojis to remind him of you. It's a small touch of personality amidst the bland list of contacts already on his device. As he takes his phone, a soft smile meets you when he sees what you’ve done, and he plants a gentle kiss on yours before you go your separate ways. Watching him walk away, a hollow feeling settles in your chest, but the excitement of seeing him again soon lifts your spirits.
As the chauffeur pulls up to your apartment, the contrast between the opulent hotel from the night before and your humble abode couldn't be starker. You toss your bag onto the ground and shed your sweater dress, opting for the comfort of your oversized pyjamas. Flopping onto your bed, which pales in comparison to the plushness of the hotel mattress, you grab your phone and begin scrolling through various apps, catching up on messages from friends. Among the flood of notifications, you spot a message from an unknown number.
Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you realize that the message could only be from one person.
Unknown Number
*image attached*
Your taste is addictive, still thinking about it now.
See you soon.
⭐ JoJo.
Opening the attachment, you're greeted with a photo of yourself asleep, enveloped in Jotaro's strong and comforting embrace. His gentle smile barely peeks into the frame, sending warmth to your cheeks. You can't help but blush as you realize just how closely he held you while you slept. As you scrutinize the image, you notice something you hadn't seen before—a faint star-shaped mark on the nape of his neck, nestled on the left side.
Excited by the whole situation, you add his number to your contacts, making his name the same as his signature. With a grin spreading across your face, you type out a simple yet suggestive reply - hoping to leave him with something to ponder until your next encounter.
Yes Sir. See you soon.
✨💛