Falling For an Alpha Billionaire

Chapter Four

It wasn't as if it was Edwin's first time being part of an orgy. Hell, he had been to private parties around the world that allowed for the expression of free sex to those special guests that were invited. At one a couple of years ago, he and his brothers had fucked for two days straight. The house was off the beaten path on a least an acre of land, which said a lot in the overpopulated city. Cars lined the winding driveway and were on the lawn in front of the large home that could easily be called a mansion. At the entrance, the doorman asked to see Janelle's invite. She pulled out a square, heavy cardstock invitation that was black with gold writing.

Nodding to his female counterpart, the lady turned on her phone and started to record. “You are entering under you own free will. In doing so, you are saying that you are over the age of eighteen and you consent to whatever activities you indulge in. You understand you are free to leave whenever you wish to and it’s strongly suggested that you engage in safe sex. Do you understand and consent to these rules?” she asked Janelle and Edwin.

“Yes,” they answered in unison before a third man ushered them in.

They walked through the makeshift curtain and into a marble foyer where hundreds of people of all ages, races and body types were walking around in different costumes or state of undress.

“I see that I'm way overdressed,” said Edwin as he glanced down at her clothes.

“Let's get something to drink,” she offered, walking over to the bar. She needed something strong to drink. “Four shots of tequila, please,” she ordered sweetly from the handsome bartender.

His eyes licked over her body as he poured her order. “Can I see you later?” he asked as he pushed the four shot glasses toward her.

“If my card isn't full, maybe,” she responded.

With a nod, the man walked to the other side of the bar to take orders.

Edwin stood silently as he watched her down three of the shots. “Is this one mine?” he asked, pointing at the last filled glass.

“If you want it,” she replied in a husky voice. The liquor was burning her throat.

He took the drink and swallowed it in one gulp. “Do you know her?” he asked.

Janelle turned away from the bar and waved back at the dark haired beauty that was standing across the room.

“She's very attractive and her breasts are perfect. Whoever did them did a great job,” said Edwin.

“If you think her boobs are good looking, you she see her dick.” She hiccupped into her hand.

Startled, he said, “Excuse me? Her dick? !”

“Hm, that's a she-male,” she answered matter-of-factly. “Come on, I have someone waiting for me.”

This was nothing new, he told himself as he walked behind Janelle into a large pool house that had been converted into a sex room. Plush black carpet had been rolled out over the tile flooring, and large body pillows were thrown throughout the room. He inhaled the scents of sandalwood, ginger, and lavender from the wicker incense holders that hung from each corner of the room.

“I wouldn't go over there,” Janelle laughed as she pointed to the wet, white stains that someone had left behind on the floor. “That's why they choose the dark color of the carpet, to help people choose a clean spot. Then again, there are some that get off on rolling around in sploosh, so be my guest,” she added as an afterthought.

“I have been waiting all night for you,” Edwin could hear the tan man whisper to Janelle as he led her over to a hammock that had been placed in the middle of the room.

“I bet you were. It's been awhile since our last time,” she responded.

“I know, but I haven't forgotten how you like it,” the guy replied as he pulled out his phone, started a play list of music, and lastly, produced a cigar. “I rolled it myself. It's some really good shit.”

“Ah, so you do remember,” she said as she lit it, took a drag, and then handed it back to her friend.

“Is over here alright for you?”

Edwin jumped at the sound of the female voice. He had completely forgotten about the young woman Janelle had picked up along the way for him. After her story about the she-male, he was a little gun shy about choosing someone. “Yeah, anywhere is fine, really.” He smiled down into her green eyes.

She reached down, took his hand and led him to a pile of pillows that still offered a good view of Janelle and her friend just in case he wanted to watch. And watch was what Edwin couldn't seem to not do, even though the young girl was firm, eager, and oh so talented in every way.

Janelle gazed over and watched as the girl with Edwin started to kiss him and her hand traveled down his body to his crotch. He reached up with his hand to keep her head still as he kissed her deeply. The vision of them, mixed with the weed and what Amondo was doing to her, was getting her hot. The two of them had fucked enough at these parties to know what it took to get each other off. She flicked one of her long braids over her shoulder while she got undressed and tossed her outer clothes to the side, leaving on her bra and underwear for him to remove later.

Edwin looked over at the sight of Janelle's body. Her brown skin was tight and fit and was a striking contrast against the white color of her undergarments. Her white thong ran between her thick ass cheeks while her bra barely covered the dark nipples of her full breasts. He was no longer kissing his partner as he watched the pair across the room. The man dipped his head and captured one of Janelle's nipples and began sucking hard on it. The sound of her moans and heavy breathing drifted across the space. He went totally still when the man picked her up and gently sat her on the hammock.

Janelle's pussy jumped as she thought of Amondo's mouth on her. The man had a ring in his tongue that he knew how to use to make her scream, whimper and moan. She sat back and watched him lower himself slowly between her open legs. He started to slowly rub her pussy with the tip of his nose.

“You smell so good. I bet your pussy tastes just as good,” he said hoarsely.

She reached down as she bucked her hips upward as an invitation for him to test his theory. But instead, he licked her through her panties. Even with the thin cloth between them, the contact was still enough to cause her to throw her head back while she rolled her hips. It was when she opened her eyes that her brown ones locked with the pair of blue ones that were watching her intently from across the room. There was no smile, but a look of lust and something else; hate, anger maybe.

Edwin downed his glass of vodka and let it drop from his hand. It didn't even make a sound when it hit the ground and rolled to a stop. He looked on as Janelle smiled at him while she opened her legs even wider. If she was teasing him, it was fucking working. He realized his blood was pounding in his ears. He bit down hard, flexing his jaw at the sight of her opening herself to another man.

He just stood there as the girl pulled down his pants to let his cock free. The sound it made when it slapped back onto his stomach after it sprung forth seemed to echo through the space. He watched as Janelle's eyes moved upon his long, thick, stiff dick. On its own accord, it jumped and grew in size under her open, hot gaze. She kept her eyes locked with his even though Amondo had pushed her thong out of the way and was now licking, slurping, and penetrating her with his tongue. Edwin couldn't pull his gaze away. He watched the man's head move between her brown thighs. Janelle started to roll her hips in sexual excitement, her hands digging into the man's black hair.

Edwin clenched his hands into tight fists as his rage built.

What the fuck is wrong with me? he thought as he narrowed his eyes.

You want her! That's what's wrong, you fool, a voice from within his mind screamed.

The thought was so foreign to him. Not him! There was no one woman for him. He didn't know if it was the sound of Janelle's moans, the smile on her face as she watched him, or the thought that was burning his mind, but he wanted to fuck. This girl, any girl; no, he wanted to fuck Janelle!

His hands shot out and grasped hold of the dark haired girl. He took out the condom he was given upon entering the party. Pausing, he was happy it was a maximum-sized rubber. He rolled it on, and without checking to see if she was ready, he picked her up and pushed her down onto his cock. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but it did no good. He wanted the woman that was being licked just a few steps away from him and no amount of fucking this woman was going to change that fact, but he was determined to try.

He heard the lines of a remixed version of Nine Inch Nails' “Closer” playing in the background and it was just the soundtrack he needed at the moment. He was going to show Janelle that it was his dick she should be cumming over, not the fucker that she had chosen. A wicked smile spread across his full lips as the thought took root. He knew she wanted him; he had no doubt about it.

Well, two can play this game , he thought with confidence. There was no woman that could resist him and Janelle was no different, he reassured himself.

Janelle continued to watch Edwin under her heavy, dope-induced lids. His body was magnificent, she had to admit. His tall, cut, medium-built frame had just enough muscle mass to create a healthy, tight image without looking cartoonish by working out too much. He actually had ass. She smiled at the sight of his ass flexing every time he thrust his cock upward into the cunt of the young woman he was supporting off the ground in his strong arms. She let her eyes travel over his body. His tattoo he had on the left peak of his chest flowed to cover his shoulder and upper arm, but beyond that, his body seemed blemish free.

She brought the blunt up to her lips and took another hit. She was ready to give Edwin a show, and if he thought the image of him fucking that girl like she was a toy was fazing her, it wasn't. Yes, he was attractive, but so was Amondo and all the men she chose to spend her time with. He was no different, and she was determined to prove that to him, and hopefully, send him on his way. The challenge had been put down, and she was going to win this game.

“That's enough. I'm ready,” she informed Amondo, pushing his face out of her pussy. “Here, you have some of this while I get things ready,” she offered.

He gladly took the pot from her hand and started to smoke. She reached over to her backpack and pulled out a velvet drawstring pouch. Her partner pulled her out of the hammock and down to the plush floor.

Edwin slowed his attack on the girl as he kept a close eye on other the pair in the room. He had been curious about the mysterious pack and now he was going to find out its secrets. Janelle knelt down in front of the man. He reached behind her and removed her bra and then her underwear, making her completely nude at last. He watched as the man planted a kiss on her neck, but when he tried to move to her face, she pulled back. Still determined, he tried again to come in contact with her face, or her lips, and again, she became upset, this time pushing him away.

Her face! The revelation spoke wonders to Edwin. Those two words and her actions opened his mind to so many possibilities. He hadn't even noticed he was just standing still until the woman pushed at his chest.

“Those two are something to behold, I can tell you. Why don't we go to a different room?” she insisted.

Edwin withdrew from the woman, placed her on the ground, walked over to the makeshift bar and poured himself a large glass of grain vodka as way of an answer. The chick grabbed a few pillows and settle back to watch the two others in the room.

“What the fuck?” he uttered when the man reached into the bag and came out holding a line of anal beads.

Janelle dropped down to all fours and leaned forward on her elbows to bring her ass up. Her friend let a wad of spit fall from his mouth and onto her ass. Smiling while he rubbed the fluid in, he then proceeded to slowly but firmly push the three balls that were attached in a line into her body. When she wiggled her ass, it looked as if she had a pink tail. Coming up on her hands, she waited patiently as her partner put on his rubber.

She glanced across the room and found Edwin watching her, his face screwed up to form a scowl. She taunted him with a wink and a kiss in his direction. At long last, Janelle felt Amondo's hands as he pulled her back. She knew that in any second, his stiff dick was going to part her flesh. She held her breath at the feel of the gentle nudging of his tip and let it out a rush of breath as he violated her in one quick, hard movement. She didn't want love making or even sex. Instead, she wanted hard, dirty, filthy fucking. Not missing a beat, he bent forward, grabbed her neck, and started smashing into her at a punishing rate.

Edwin's blue eyes narrowed while he watched her moan, pant, and scream under the man's assault. Although he was still aroused, their act had become more of observation for him. What he was witnessing was speaking volumes to him as his mind raced. Her accident had turned her into this. She had been reduced to this cold, unfeeling, fucking machine that only wanted her basic needs fulfilled by the men of her choosing. This she could control and walk away from. Everyone involved knew their roles.

It's like looking into a mirror, he grudgingly acknowledged as he finished his drink in one gulp as if it might clear his mind.

Janelle felt her release mounting. She reached back and tapped Amondo's leg to alert him to that fact. He moved one of his hands and looped his finger through the anal line. At her command, he slowed his thrusts as he pulled each bead out of her ass to heighten her orgasm. Janelle's body shuddered as waves of pleasure and pain washed over her. The only sound in the room was her hard breathing as she fought to regain her composure.

“Marvelous as always, Amondo,” she said with a blinding smile. “Now, it’s time for your reward,” she added as she produced a strap on from her pack.

Edwin's eyes doubled in size as he connected the dots.

“Hell no,” he mumbled under his breath.

He ran his hands through his hair as she changed positions with the man. Now he was kneeling on his knees and she took up the space behind him. With gear in place, she covered it with a condom, lubed it up, and started to penetrate him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, huskily.

She moved the artificial dick in and out slowly a few times before she picked up the pace at his request for more. He leaned over slightly to give her a better angle and access to his asshole.

Edwin blinked rapidly out of disbelief of the act that he was beholding before him. But if he had any doubts, they were all put to rest at the look that Janelle was casting his way from behind the man's back. Her eyes held a teasing sparkle as she brought her right hand around Amondo to grab hold of his cock before she started to stroke it in the same tempo of her trusts.

Edwin pushed off the wall and walked over to the girl that had been watching and masturbating to the scene in front over her. He bent down, dislodged her fingers from her pussy, pulled her to her feet, and led her over to the fucking pair.

“Why don't you help him out?” he suggested. Her head bobbed happily in agreement before she slid to the floor, and took Amondo's cock into her mouth. The man let out a sound of pure please as his eyes rolled back into his head.

With a smile, Edwin got behind the chick, grabbed his still encased dick and guided it into the woman's gaping, willing hole. His strong hands took hold of her body and he started to fuck her in time with Janelle's thrusts. Even though they were both fucking other people, their narrowed eyes stayed locked in a battle of wills.

She will be mine. I will tame her...bend her...have her! he promised himself.

While she thought, I don't want you! Leave me alone .

He broke eye contact with her at the sound of the Amondo cumming into the mouth of the girl sucking him. A look of disgust was clearly written on Edwin's face. He had had enough of the evening's fun but, not wanting to leave the woman unfulfilled, he rocked his hips to deepen his penetration and to bring her to her climax. He had no desire to cum because he was so sick to his stomach, which was saying a lot with his rakish background. But even he had some lines that he liked to think he wouldn't cross.

He got swiftly to his feet and looked angrily at Janelle.

“Take that damned thing off,” he growled.

“But why? I was thinking of using it later,” she responded sweetly.

“The hell you are. There will be no later, we're leaving, now, ” he informed her.

Not in the mood to fight, he reached down and brought her to her feet.

“Either you take that shit off, or you're going to be walking out with it on. The choice is yours.”

“Excuse me, but the lady doesn't want to leave,” Edwin heard Amondo say in protest.

Edwin turned slowly around to face the man. His thin eyebrow shot up as he regarded him as if he was retarded. “You have the nerve to call her a lady after you just fucked her like a two...no, a one dollar whore?” he laughed in crazy disbelief.

“Isn't that what you just did to her?” Janelle threw back at him hotly. She had taken the strap-on off and had returned her items back into the backpack from which they had come. “It sounds like double standard to me,” she said with her hands on her hips.

Damn right! he had wanted to shout back, but instead he grabbed her hand in a vise-like grip and pulled her out of the room.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing? We're both nude, dumbass!” she shouted as she attempted to dig her heels in.

Edwin didn't slow his steps at her revelation. “It really shouldn't matter to you with the lack of respect you have for yourself,” he said over his shoulder as he retraced their steps through the house and out the door. He couldn’t care less about the stares from the people they passed along the way. He realized as he jerked the used condom off his softening cock that he would welcome the opportunity to let his temper free on any fucker that would dare defy him. Janelle had to run to keep up with his large strides as he lead the way back to the car that was parallel parked down the long, winding driveway. He didn't let go of her hand until he brought her to the passenger side of the car.

“Get in,” he ordered.

“No,” she replied as she tried to walk pass him.

He grabbed her shoulders and wedged her body between the car and his firm body.

“Look, I know you've had some hardships, but this shit is crazy.”

“You don't know me. Now move. I'm not ready to go yet.”

“Oh, yes, that peter puffer you were with. Now, that was a surprise,” he chuckled in amazement.

“Amondo is not gay!” she shouted.

“Oh, really? All men like being fucked in the ass? I guess I missed that memo,” he said mockingly. “Now, if you like to rub around the rim with the tip of your finger, I can go with that.”

“He has certain fantasies, that's all. And the she-male he usually hooks up with wasn't here, so I gladly filled in,” she explained.

The expression of utter disgust on his face at her words was almost comical.

This woman is fucked up. If I get my hands on the man that did this to her… he thought.

“You're very complicated, Janelle.”

But that's why you like her. She's a challenge like no other, he acknowledged.

“I don't want to be fixed!” she whispered with so much emotion that it was like a punch to his gut.

He tilted his head to the side as he let his blue eyes search her face. Reining in his temper with some effort, he felt his body's first response to her soft body against his. His skin was warming, his eyes began to dilate with lust, and his dick began to come alive as it stretched and climbed between their bodies. He saw her little shudder.

“Are you cold?” He smiled tightly as he pressed closer.

“Well, we are standing outside naked,” she answered with a smirk and roll of her brown eyes.

He took ahold of one of her thick braids and began winding it around his hand. The hair was surprisingly long and soft, he noticed. He had thought from the way it looked earlier, that it would have been shorter and coarser to the touch.

“I'll admit something to you. I find myself liking you a lot, Janelle.”

“I have a lot of men that like me, Edwin,” she said matter-of-factly. She was trying to hurt him in any way possible, to put some distance between them, and she knew his temper was her way to freedom.

“Yes, I can see the look of want from the other men in spite of your face,” he added for good measure. He watched her as the words left his mouth. For the first time, her mask of indifference slipped.

“You're cruel,” she said through clenched teeth.

“But, I thought you liked cruelty,” he said as he took the end of her plait and started circling her large, brown nipple. “I'm just trying to make you like me, that's all. I want to be one of your studs, too.”

She marveled at how sincere his face was even when he was speaking lies. But she had no idea just how true his words were. She stopped breathing when he let go of her hair and his hand started gravitating to her face. Janelle jerked her head to the side in an attempt to get away. There was no way she was going to let him touch her there. She didn't allow anyone to touch her face! It had been years. Not even her father had touched her and she would be damned if he was going to. She did the first thing and the only thing she could. She let the phlegm build up in the back of her throat and let it fly.

Edwin went deathly still. His look of lust was now mixed with hot rage. He his blue gaze turned razor sharp.

“You make me want to beat the shit out of you, woman,” he said softly.

“Why don't you? You might like it.”

He was very aware of what she was trying to do, he was no fool. His anger hadn't blinded him that much. He wiped his face off with his palm and then rubbed the fluid onto the roof of the car. This time when he took ahold of her braid, it was with force. He fastened his eyes onto hers as he slowly lowered his face to hers. Turning his head, he rubbed his check on her scarred face.

Janelle gasped at the feel of his stubble cheek caressing her cheek. Her eyes widened as he began to trace the deep lines on her face with his soft, full lips before he switched to the tip of his wet tongue. The contrast in the feeling of the three was alarming to her. When the tip of his tongue came to the end of the scar at the corner of her mouth, he kept going.

Edwin took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked hard.

This wasn't part of the plan . He had decided when he was in the house that this scheme was a no-go. She had no issue with giving her body away. He needed to make her heart come alive. He released her lip and watched as she clamped her mouth closed, keeping him out. He didn't care as he started to place light kisses on her mouth.

“I want to feel you from the inside. I want to bury myself in every hole you'll open to me,” he said as he rotated his hips in need.

He wasn't the only one that was feeling the clutches of lust closing in. Janelle was starting to feel the light flickers of sparks shooting through pussy.

“Go to hell,” she said and was surprised at his laughing response.

“I've been in hell all my life, so it’s too late. But you, you will be my salvation. And I promise you, when I do finally fuck you, I'm going to erase the image of all other men from your mind. I'm going to make you beg and crave me like a drug,” he said confidently. And just like a faucet turning off, Edwin stopped his attack upon her senses. He stepped back, opened the door, and closed it after she got in.

She watched him walk in front of the car. His back straight with confidence, totally uncaring about his nakedness. It was like watching a Greek god. She had no doubt that if she didn't watch herself, she would live out every word he’d just prophesied about her. Janelle counted the minutes the seemingly short drive took. In her mind, it was an eternity before the house came into view. The entire ride, he chatted about subjects that ranged from food to TV series to theme parks to sexual acts he wanted to perform while she looked silently out of the window. It was the last topic that made her uneasy. The things that he described in great detail had her squirming in her seat. It wasn't as if it was something she hadn't had done to her, but the thought of doing it with him was beyond her imagination.

The car hadn't even come to a complete stop before she was leaping out of the still coasting ride. She wanted to shut him out. She wanted to lock herself in the safety of her home. She wanted to be around things she could once again control. Unfortunately, her plan didn't work. His hand shot out from behind her and pushed the door open with so much force that it hit the wall and bounced back.

“What are you doing?” she swung around to ask.

“I'm staying with you tonight,” he declared as he closed the door quietly. The sound of the lock clicking in place echoed throughout the home.

“No, you can't–”

“Well, I don't want to make your father jealous and leave your mother wanting at the sight of my nakedness,” he said cockily. “Is your room upstairs?” he asked as his eyes went to the second floor.

“Are you dumb and deaf? I said–”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Gosh, you're giving me a headache,” he replied as he ran his hands through his hair. “Look, I'm too tired to fuck you tonight, if that's what you're worrying about,” he lied easily. He knew he would find the will if he had to to sex her.

Sighing, he walked slowly over to her. “I need to wash your spit, and that girl, off of me. And you have that lingering latex smell that's making me want to throw up. So, please...your room,” he said as he gestured toward the stairs.

Janelle knew he was too strong to ignore, so she unhappily gave in to his demands. Turning, she went up the stairs with him on her heels. The entire top floor was hers. She had one room that had been converted into a closet. There was also a small room that was her hair salon, a room that served as a sitting and media room, and lastly, the master bedroom that sat in between the other rooms. She reluctantly opened the door, turned on the light and walked on through into the bathroom.

Edwin followed her into the large bathroom and stood in the doorway. He took in the beautiful space that was a mixture of stone and cherry wood. A large opened shower was carved into the right side of the room and covered just about one wall. It was big enough to fit six adults with no problem. A deep oval shaped tub sat under three tall windows. He glanced up to take in the large chandelier that hung in the middle of the bathroom.

“This bathroom is really nice,” he said as Janelle turned on the water and tested its temperature before getting in. He waited a few seconds before he fully entered the steamed room.

“Why are you closing the door?” she asked wryly.

“I like to let the steam collect,” he answered with a shrug.

“Oh, well, I won't be long. You can get in after me.”

“Why wait? They're always telling us to conserve our natural resources,” he responded as he joined her in the shower.

Janelle eyed him while she moved away. Edwin sat down on the stone seat and let the water run over his head and body. Now, up close, she was able to see the tattoo on his body. It was very colorful with shades of green, pink, gray and brown. It was a mixture of Asian and American images; a fire breathing dragon encircling a Geisha was all she could make out. Tilting her head, she could also make out some kind of writing that was half hidden from her because it was tattooed on his rib cage.

“May, I?” he asked with an outstretched hand.

She got close enough to pass him the bar of oatmeal and almond soap she had in her hands. He didn't even look at her as he soaped himself up.

Even though Edwin wouldn't look at her, he was completely aware of her presence and her every move in the shower. He wanted to sit back and watch her soap up her brown body. To watch her hands glide over her full breasts and dark nipples, to watch them slide between her legs and down her thighs and then over her ass. He closed his eyes as he soaped up his face.

I have to stop, he chided himself, but it was too late. His body was already giving him away. He had wanted her to think he was indifferent to her being there, but damn his lust for this woman.

Janelle stood and watched as his cock that was once laying lazily across his thigh began to fill with life. The veins in his dick began to pulsate with blood as it hardened. He was just sitting there, his head down with his auburn hair falling forward, dripping, letting the water run over him with his blue gaze focused on his dick. Now, all soaped up, it was time for her to rinse off. But that meant walking over to him to use the faucet that he was sitting under. Even to turn on one of the overhead faucets still meant walking over to him because the switches that controlled them were behind him. She wondered if he knew that and if that was the reason why he had chosen to perch himself on that seat in the first place.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Janelle walked over to him and the running water. It was hot and it felt good after being away from it. She saw his head move as he lifted his eyes from his dick to stare at her snatch that was right in front of him. She hadn't even noticed that she was starting to sway closer in his direction, but he did.

He noticed everything. He was so in tuned. He brought his hands up; one took a firm hold on his throbbing cock and the other ran a finger lightly over the landing strip of coarse, black hair on her pussy. The touch of his finger was like a bolt of lightning shooting through her body. It wasn't like the rough touch she had grown accustomed to. It was a slow, gentle petting that made her pussy contract and ache. He threw his wet head back to let it rest on the stone wall. His eyes screamed the lust and need within their blue depths. He closed his eyes as he tightened his grip on his cock and he let his other hand fall away from her snatch to rest upon the seat.

Opening his eyes, he whispered painfully, “I want you so badly, right now. But I won't force you. I'll wait for you, until you're ready for what I can give you.” He slid his wet palm down the length of his shaft.

Janelle followed his hand with her brown eyes. She was so tempted to bury his white cock into her black abyss.

“I think you're clean enough, now. Will you please go, so I can give myself some relief?” he begged from behind his hooded lids. He didn't wait for her to move as he started to pump his dick to a rhythm of his choosing with his eyes still trained on hers.

Janelle watched him bite his bottom lip as a moan slipped from his mouth. She couldn't move from that spot even if she wanted to. He was so fucking gorgeous to watch in all his tan, muscular, brazen goodness. He unlocked his gaze from hers and let his eyes travel down her wet body to stop at her cunt. He looked upon it as his strokes became short and fast. He licked his lips at the thought of tasting her juices as they exploded across his tongue.

With a sharp intake of breath, he went weak as his hot, white cum shot from his body and onto Janelle's chest and stomach. He closed his eyes tight at the sound of her faint moan of pleasure that she experienced from witnessing his release. When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself alone in the bathroom. She had cleaned off and had went back into the bedroom.

Reaching back, he turned off the water, grabbed a towel and dried off. Edwin tossed it on the floor and walked out of the bathroom as he turned off the light. He felt the bells of alarm going off in his head as he searched the room for her until he found her sitting in the large platform bed. Silently, he walked over to the other side of the bed and slid in between the sheets. She knew there was no need to suggest to him the two spare bedrooms that were downstairs. He was going to do what he wanted. And he wanted to sleep in here, next to her.

“I can get you something to wear,” she offered as she began to get up.

Edwin's hand shot out to still her movements. “There's no need. I have you to keep me warm,” he replied as he pulled her down and back to his side.

Even though he had bathed with her soap, he still managed to retain a scent that was original to him, Janelle realized. It had been years since she’d laid like this with a man.

Careful girl, s he chided herself. Don't get sucked into the illusion.

She knew she was going to have to do something about Edwin, and quick. He wasn't like all the others that had come before him. He was different. He was dangerous. Janelle closed her eyes and let her body relax into his. She knew what she had to do. She just hoped that there would be enough of herself left after she danced with the devil.