Dominant Woman Looking for Love - Chapter 21：Brief flash of white.

[Note: I suppose I’ll have to rate this R-18, lol.]

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Welp.

Whatever last bit of self-control I had is long gone now.

“Jett… so… you said you were in for the long haul, was it?” My playful nature has taken over.

The hand that was on his chest now moves to feel his ear between my thumb and index finger.

He gulps and turns his body towards mine. Jett’s cheeks are flushed red, and his mouth parts seductively.

“Yes… that’s… right, Rysia…” Letting out a slight gasp as I trace his jaw.

I lean in and breathe into his ear. “So, I can do whatever I want to you, and you won’t get angry?…”

He winces and reluctantly responds, “… Yes…”

There’s a little bump on the road — the car shakes, which distracts him.

Taking full advantage of this, I pull my loose-enough skirt up so I can open my legs wide.

I pull myself up, twist my body, and straddle him on the car seat.

That took him by surprise as his eyes are like saucer plates as soon as I was on top of him.

I grin and bite my bottom lip.

With an excessively perverse leer, I look at him like he’s a sumptuous meal that has unknowingly wandered into the lion’s den.

Moving my body even closer, I wrap my arms around his neck to trap him.

But judging by the expression Jett has, there’s not even a trace of hesitation or intention whatsoever of breaking free.

Feeling quite pleased, I start rubbing myself against his crotch despite both of us still being fully clothed.

Jett groans and closes his eyes, fully immersing himself in the pleasure of our bodies rubbing against fabric.

He’s about to put his hands around me when I order him to leave his hands where they were.

Seeing him do as he’s told, is so satisfying that I could feel myself getting wetter.

I grin slyly and lick my lips in anticipation.

It’s making me wonder how a man, as gorgeous as Jett, would look like as he tearfully writhes beneath me.

I can almost imagine him looking up helplessly at me as he’s completely enveloped in the throes of sweet torture and lust.

The bulge in his pants quickly becomes larger. Harder. Which only serves to fill me further with excitement.

I rest my temple on the side of his head. With my lips close to his ear, I talk to him in a low voice. “Jett… even these ears of yours look delicious.”

I clutch onto his shoulders to hold him in place.

Before he could say anything, I bite the top half of his enticing lightly tanned ear with some force, but not hard enough to draw blood.

It’ll only be for a few seconds.

I hear him grunt and try to hold his labored breaths in.

The trick here is to make sure that the pain needs to be bearable enough for what I’m going to do next, so I can make him feel even better.

Taking the rest of his ear into my mouth, I start to suckle in short intervals as I draw back the strength of my bite.

Not long after, my teeth completely let go as I sensually start licking, kissing, and once in a while continue sucking his ear to ease back the pain.

I give the many different edges, hollows, and folds a turn.

This is also while my warm sighs and whispers elevate his senses to even greater heights.

Seeing his expression evolve to absolute bliss, I grind myself even more on his hardened sex.

By this time, my panties are wholly drenched. My warm juices are slowly seeping right into his trousers and underwear.

Jett shudders and moans as he feels how wet I’ve gotten over him. He grows even more in length, causing me to feel startled.

… Just how BIG is this guy?!

Or am I responsible for this? Either way, this feels amazing…!

“Ry-Rysia… sorry, I don’t think I can hold on much longer. After so many years… I’m finally doing something like this with you, and it’s too… Ungh!”

His hips move up at first, then buckle beneath me, and I feel his dick twitch inside his pants.

Jett groans and is all out of breath. He’s clearly at his limit.

He stretches his body down the seat a little, and I lean further into him.

I quicken my movements, wrap my arms around his neck again, and take his mouth in mine.

My tongue moves and twists against his. Some of our salivae escape from our lips.

I moan and gasp right into his mouth. My breasts and hardened nipples are being pressed and rubbed up against his chest.

We’re not even naked, and it already feels incredible!

I…

I don’t think I can hold much further, either!

…

‘Aghhhhhhhh!’

Both of us reach the peak together, blanketing our minds with a brief flash of white. I collapse on him after I reach my high.

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Out of breath, I slide off him.

He leans against me and rests his head in the crook of my neck. His breath tickles, but I endure it.

I laugh hard when I see how much of a mess we made on his pants, while my skirt only looks wrinkled.

Do you know what else it reminds me of?

I’m thinking quite childishly, but it also looks like he peed his pants, which made me snicker uncontrollably.

I feel a bit sober now after doing all that, but in general, I’ve never felt this good in a long time.

In contrast, however, Jett looks quite miffed.

“… Don’t see me out.” I tell him.

“By the time you arrive at your place, it should dry a tinnyyyy bit, if you’re lucky.” I poke his cheek as I tease him.

Snarling, he answers in a defeated tone. “Bah. The only one who’s lucky is you.”

“Letting you get away from doing all this scot-free, just because I like you so much.” Jett mopes.

He’s facing the other way, so he doesn’t see me give him the most tender smile as I gently pat his head.

He mumbles something too soft for me to hear.

Before I could ask him, though, the car stops at my apartment.

I remember I have a rain jacket in my bag which I always bring with me, just in case.

Taking it out, I tie the sleeves around his waist.

I beam at him and kiss him on the cheek, leaving a stunned Jett in the car.

“Good night, Jett.”