SEXTAPE, PART III,
CHAPTER 50.

" 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄. " 

love is a bitch - two feet.
UNEDITED.

( VERY, VERY SEXUAL CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. )

The ride home was quick, and it poured outside. The entire time, Jean kept a firm grip on your thigh, the sound of cars passing and the music of the radio made it enjoyable.. time passing in no time. 

It was so soon that he had parked the car in your driveway, and guided you through the rain into the dark house, immediately attaching his lips to yours as soon as you entered. 

He honestly would've fucked you in the car, but it wouldn't have been as good as he was about to make it. Then, the two of you quietly made your way up the stairs and into your room, the same one you had been sharing until the little incident, but now everything was fine, you were sure of it. But, that didn't matter right now.

His hands pulled his own blazer off of your shoulders as you get into the room, kissing you again after he locks the door behind him. 

Jean then pushes you onto the bed, making his own way to get in between your thighs while his hands ran up your shoulder and to the straps of your dress that he fondled with before taking his time to pull down.. although he barely did. 

Your chest was already exposed to him and that was all he needed.

With a hum, he pressed his lips to your jaw, and kissed down towards your neck, tenderly kissing the skin in tiny pecks.

"Y/n." He spoke, his cold hands on your arms. "I don't know who's touched you like I have, but believe me when I tell you," He took a pause and a deep breath, kissing your chest. "I'm gonna fuck you like no man has ever done before. And it doesn't matter who has touched you like this, as long as i'm the only person now and forever. I love you y/n, and i'll always care about you." 

He whispers, and you look at him as he looks into your eyes. His olive-brown eyes shining in the dim lighting. As he had said, he wanted to be the only one to love you like this.. touch you like he did and all of the above.

There were no more words shared, but just by your body language Jean knew exactly how you felt, and it was mutual.

He sits on his legs, unbuttoning his shirt for your own entertainment. He let it hang off of his shoulders for a few seconds before disregarding it, and you watch him closely. 

You move, running your hand up his abs and his arm. His body was down-right gorgeous, and made you sweat at the thought and sight both. 

You make your move to sit up on your knees as the both of you move around a bit, and you grip onto his hair before connecting your lips to his neck.

Sinking your teeth lightly into the skin, you then glide your tongue over the pretty flesh. He groaned a bit, and you could practically feel his throat vibrate.. the feeling of your tongue on his skin and sucking on it.

You hum in satisfactory as it leaves a mark. 

You moved your lips down to his collarbone, leaving patches of a pretty red and purple on his tanned skin..  gliding the tips of your fingers across his skin as they left his hair.

Jean's hands traveled down your body to where he too could feel your skin. He put his hand under your dress and fondled your ass, the way he touched your rear was enough to make your panties damp. 

He kissed you, reaching his entire hand into the undergarment and smirking at your arousal, feeling your pussy, all wet for him.

He runs his fingers down and around your vulva, nearing your clit. He was teasing you, not daring to rub you or slide his fingers inside. Yet, that wasn't what he needed to get a moan out of you. 

Jean pushes you down onto the bed gently, your head landing on a pillow. His hand moved to get under your dress again. He takes off his own pants onto the floor and got closer to you.

He pulls your dress off of you completely so your breasts were exposed to him, and you spot the grin on his face.

He tossed the piece of clothing across the room, and leaned down towards your stomach.. where he placed his lips and kissed upwards until he reached your tits. You were already without a bra, since the dress had held them up perfectly.. as all your clothes did for going out in something like that.

The man latches his mouth onto your breast, running his tongue across your nipple.. holding onto it with his hand that wasn't on your thigh.

You spread your legs for him, and he moves his mouth from your tit to your own lips, kissing you passionately and ever so sweetly. He pulled away for a quick second to collect his hot breath, and then leaned into your face again to kiss you.

He then slides his hand into your panties, looking down at your cunt, glistening with wetness. He loved what he saw from there, and couldn't wait to get closer. 

You sit up to kiss him, pushing him back as well, a sudden moan escaping your lips as he sticks two fingers inside of you, the cold metal of his rings bringing even more pleasure to your body, fucker hadn't even bothered to take them off.

The pads of his fingers pressed inside of you, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. His palms pressed against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He kissed the side of your mouth as you opened it to moan again, then he reattaches his lips to yours.

He smiled at the sigh, taking your jaw in his hand as he slipped his tongue into your mouth that only gaped as it leaked of moans, a bit of drool dripping down your chin that he only cleaned up with his tongue.

Just as you were about to release, Jean pulled his fingers from your cunt and stuck them right in his mouth, licking enough of the secretions off so that he shoved them right in your own mouth, and you slide your tongue around his fingers before he pulled them out and kissed you.

"Fuck you." You hiss in a somewhat sexual daze as he decided to push you down on the bed and raise your ass and hips on the bed. 

Jean pulls down your underwear completely and tosses them onto the ground, leaning down to press a kiss to your clit as he spreads your legs, after disregarding his own boxers.

He rubbed his erect cock along your slit, watching as your cunt leaked your own secretions all over him. Pre-cum shined at the tip of his cock as well, and a little got around your clit as he pushed all of himself inside of you.

You moan, your mouth gaping as moans spilled off of your tongue.

He recklessly pounded into you, the sound of skin-slapping against each other echoing throughout the room. Everytime he knew you were getting closer, he slowed down his strokes to be a goddamn tease.

He leaned forward so he was over-top of you, dragging his teeth along your sweaty skin. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, moving your hands down his back.. practically clawing at him.

You scratch down his back, moans thoughtlessly releasing from your mouth.. some being staggered than others.

"I'm- fuck-" He groaned as you released all over his cock, but he had yet to come and so that surely wasn't your only climax.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you cried out a moan, tightening your grip onto him. He continued to fuck your cunt, your own cum dripping all around his cock. 

Each time he entered you, your stomach turned. Another moan escapes your lips, and you squeeze your eyes shut, both of you beginning to pant.

"Jean, ohh, mmh!" You cry out.

Thunder crashed and roared outside, but that didn't stop you. Jean thrusted in and out of you, his breathing becoming heavier. You were so close once more, and so was he.

"Fuckk, baby," Jean moaned into your ear, speeding up his strokes until he shot inside of you, your orgasm following. The tightening in your stomach dropped, and you released on him once again. You practically froze, your chest heaving up and down.

But without another word or warning, he flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees in front of him. Needless to say, he loved this position. 

You groan as his cock fills you up again, and he watches as his dick slides in and out of your pussy. With each thrust, you were pushed forward, burying the side of your face into the pillow knowing well that Jean wanted to hear your moans.

"Shit!" You cry out again, hitting another high for the night all over Jean's cock. You look back at him, and he had a pleased grin on his face. He knew you couldn't really take any longer just yet, as said before, based off of your body language:

Your legs shook, you spluttered and coughed, drool rolled down your chin and tears fell from your eyes. 

Jean filled the empty space besides you as he fell, holding you close to him.. unprepared to move just yet. His body was overcome with that feeling of lust, and he needed to calm himself from the intensity.

Your vision was still blurry, and dots littered your vision.

"I love you, Jean." You whisper, shutting your eyes just for a moment then opening them again to stare at Jean.

"I love you too." He kisses your temple, then whispering back,

"But I think we should shower. You're all sticky, and the both of us are sweaty." He chuckles softly, pushing his damp hair from your face.. and you nod.

"Definitely."