I went upstairs, took a shower, put on the first dress I found, and didn’t bother to look too polished. I went down the stairs, and if he hadn’t been blackmailing me, I was sure I wouldn’t have been going. I went outside and got into the white car waiting for me, when I entered, he smiled at me, and as much as I was angry, it was impossible not to notice how handsome this man was. He moved toward me, intending to kiss me, but I turned my face, so he settled for a kiss on my cheek.

"Have you had lunch?" he asked.

"I'm not hungry," I said.

"But you need to eat, we're going to a restaurant that..." he started to say.

I interrupted him.

"Jayden, just say what you want already. There’s no need for so much beating around the bush. You just want to sleep with me, right? Then don’t bother taking me to any restaurant. Just take me somewhere where we can get this over with."

He looked at me, his pink lips parted, and seemed disappointed by my words, then he raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

"If that’s how you want it..." he said, resigned.

He started the car and drove until we reached a motel where he got the most expensive suite, and when we got out of the car in the room's garage, he took my hand, leading me inside. The room was well-decorated in red tones, with mirrors on the ceiling, an erotic chair, and a hot tub. He looked around, assessing the room, then looked at me. He seemed lost, which was new to me.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked.

"No. As I said, there’s no need to stall," I replied.

I began unzipping my dress, slipping it off quickly, leaving me in just my panties in front of him, and saw his eyes darken with desire.

"Let’s just get this over with..." he said in a husky voice.

I moved toward him, unbuckling his belt, but he pushed me away. I looked at him, confused, and his gaze was full of pain.

"Why are you acting like this?" he asked.

"Isn't this what you want?" I replied.

"Not like this!" he said, hurt.

"And how did you expect it to be when you’re forcing me into this?" I asked.

"Do you really think I'm forcing you?" he asked.

The pain in his gaze melting me.

"I'm not 'thinking,' Jayden... You said it loud and clear! You went to my house to blackmail me... at your friend’s house!"

"Look, I know, okay? I’m an asshole! A jerk! But since the first night we were together, I haven’t stopped thinking about you! This isn’t fair to Daon, but it’s also not fair to me because, the first time I was with you, I didn’t know anything!" he said, trying to explain.

"But even when you knew, you kept pursuing me, seducing me, chasing me!" I accused him.

We were arguing, and the tension was palpable, the atmosphere between us was heavy, with all the hurt laid out in the open.

"Because when I found out, it was too late! I was already involved with you!" he said, frustrated.

"Jayden..." I said, feeling the weight of the situation.

"You think it’s easy for me, Jane? You think I don’t feel like trash when my best friend thanks me for something, or when he tells me how happy he is, or when he tells me how much he loves you? HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL, DAMN IT? WHAT CAN I DO IF I DESIRE YOU MORE EACH DAY AND CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU? DAMN IT, THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE, AND NOW IT’S HAPPENING TO YOU... My best friend’s wife..." he said, running his hands through his hair, showing his frustration.

He took a deep breath and looked at me as if he wanted to devour me.

"But what can I do if I can’t look at you without wanting to kiss you?" he said, moving closer.

He attacked my lips with a ravenous desire, as if he were thirsty for me. He pulled my hair, bringing me closer to him, and, as much as I tried to resist, soon I was devouring him with the same desire he had.

"I can’t see this delicious body of yours and not want to taste every inch..." he said, moving his kisses down to my breasts, sucking them with such intensity it seemed he’d never done it before.

He turned me around, pressing his hard member against my backside as he left gentle bites and kisses along my neck. He massaged my clitoris over the thin fabric of my panties, driving me crazy with desire.

He led me to the erotic chair, laying my torso over it, leaving my backside raised for him. He knelt behind me, removing my panties, and soon I felt him kissing, biting, and slapping my behind, which only heightened my excitement. I moaned involuntarily, anticipating his next move, and when I felt his tongue explore my entrance, I moaned loudly with pleasure.

"So sweet..." His hoarse groan of appreciation hit deep inside me, making me clench.

He continued pleasuring me as I moaned louder and louder, his fast-moving tongue driving me to the edge. He held my hips, leaving me completely exposed to him, allowing his tongue to delve deeper, making me climax as my entire body convulsed, and I moaned wildly. He kept devouring me, taking me to the limits of pleasure, savoring all I had to offer, and just as I began to recover, he stood and entered me all at once.

“Damn, this tight little pussy feels so good!” He moaned, starting to thrust into me, and I was delirious, feeling him hit the deepest parts of me with increasing force and precision.

His moans sent shivers through me, and I was completely at his mercy. I moaned loudly, feeling him drive his shaft deeper each time, and was close to climaxing when he stopped moving without pulling out. Lost in the pleasure he was giving me, I tried to move toward him, but he immobilized me, placing a hand gently but firmly around my throat, sending a delicious shiver through me.

"Beg for it!" he demanded.

"What?" My voice came out like a moan, I couldn’t believe what he was doing.

"Beg me to fuck you!" he commanded.

"Jayden..." I moaned his name, a plea in my voice.

Say it, Jane! Say you want me to fuck you! Say you want to feel every inch of me inside you." He demanded, and I could hear all the desire in his husky voice.

He moved slowly inside me, torturing me, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“If you want, we can stop now, and I’ll never come looking for you again, but if you want me as much as I want you... then beg!" he insisted.

When I couldn’t hold back anymore, my voice came out as an almost desperate plea. "I want... I want you! Please, fuck me!"

I could feel his smile against my neck, and I went wild as he landed a loud slap on my behind, thrusting into me with a forceful, delicious rhythm that made me scream with pleasure, climaxing in a powerful orgasm that seemed to linger as he kept thrusting with the same intensity until the sensation finally faded.

"What a naughty little slut!"

He drove me so out of my mind that every time he called me that way, I just felt more and more desire. He slid out of me, then guided all the honey dripping from my depths to my other entrance, sending a shiver through me as he used his fingers to massage that area, one that had never been explored.

"Jayden, no..."

"That word doesn’t exist when I’m fucking you."

"Jayden... not even my husband is allowed there."

"Now I want to do even more..."

The mischief in his voice drove me wild. He massaged that spot in such a delicious way, my legs shook when he touched me there with his hot tongue, making me see stars.

"Damn!"

He slowly slipped two fingers into my second entrance, sliding in effortlessly given how drenched I was. The desire was so intense that I felt no pain, only overwhelming pleasure, turning me into a slave to my own desires as I begged him to keep going.

"Ohhhh, Jayden... yes... like that... ohhh, fuck me!"

He positioned himself at my second entrance, and I cried out in pleasure as his thick, sizable length gradually filled me there, where no one had gone before.

"So tight..."

His rough voice sent me into a frenzy. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust to the sensation. When I pressed back against him, wanting more, he began to move slowly, letting me savor every inch as he filled me in this completely new way, evoking sensations I had never experienced. He grabbed my hair, pulling me toward him as he thrust in and out with an exquisite rhythm.

He started licking and nibbling on my neck before bringing his lips to mine, kissing me deeply while he took me with more and more intensity, making me feel such extreme pleasure that I lost all sense of everything else around us. I could only focus on the union of our bodies and our tongues, dancing together in perfect harmony. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, his hand moved to my clit, massaging it, and I couldn’t hold back anymore, reaching an orgasm more intense than anything I’d ever felt.

My legs couldn’t hold me anymore, and if I hadn’t been leaning on the chair, I would have collapsed to the floor. His moans grew louder until he finally pulled out, releasing all his warmth across my backside. It took us a few seconds to come back to reality, and as he pulled away slightly, I lost my balance and nearly fell, but he caught me, smiling, and helped me over to the bed where we lay side by side without touching. I stared at the ceiling, catching sight of our reflection, and to be honest, I still wasn’t fully conscious, my body was still recovering, twitching occasionally, and Jayden’s look of satisfaction mirrored the one on my face.

"I'm screwed," he said in a serious tone.

"Why?"

"Because I'm in love with you."

I froze, looking at him in shock, unable to believe what I’d just heard.

"What?"

He took my hand, looking deep into my eyes as he said, "I'm madly in love with you, Jane."