19. The Devil in Seoul #3
Her head plopped back on the pillow. After one week in Korea, she was ready to return to London.
Being married to a wealthy entrepreneur was starting to have more cons than pros.
They barely spent any time together. There was only so much shopping and eating she could do when she liked neither the clothes nor the food.
She barely liked the people and was almost ready to give up until she met an English-speaking woman in the hotel elevator. Learning she was a sex worker, Marla only reserved her judgment once the woman informed her that the service she worked for also had male escorts, including an American.
Finally, some normalcy.
The elderly woman didn’t tell her much about the American.
But he was white, and that’s all she needed to know.
She went to the bathroom to spruce up just to calm her nerves.
Her husband would be gone all evening. She couldn’t wait to be intimate again.
It had been over a year since they had sex.
Even longer since he had made her climax.
Tossing her hair back, she popped her cherry-red lips and pushed up her breasts barely hidden behind the silk robe.
The knock at her door made her heart jump as she practically sprinted to the door.
She opened it when her face fell at the Korean woman on the other side.
“Your wine, ma’am,” she said respectfully in a thick accent.
Marla curled her lip as she grabbed the wine and closed the door in her face.
Sucking her teeth, she grabbed her phone, wondering if her entertainment for the night would still show up when she heard another knock. “What now?” she snapped, swinging the door open. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted.
He towered over her. His brown hair fell in front of his face, hiding his enchanting green eyes. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his biceps bulging beneath his jacket.
He was covered in more tattoos than she could count. She wanted to lick them. He was everything her husband wasn’t. Everything she needed.
“Marla?” His voice was so rough and deep that it made her clit throb. Nodding, she stepped back to let him in. His eyes glanced around the massive penthouse suite. Jamie snarled his lip in disgust.
“You are… so much hotter than I was expecting,” she said breathlessly. His eyes fell on the pretty woman. Her long brown hair fell to her cream-colored shoulders, exposed by her hanging robe. “Can I get you a drink?” she asked, grabbing the wine.
“No,” he said simply, shedding his jacket. Her eyes widened, watching him peel his shirt from his muscular torso, her eyes lingering on the V-curve of his pelvis.
“Well… I need one,” she gulped, trying to open the bottle.
Tossing his shirt, Jamie saw her struggling with the bottle before taking it from her.
She watched him pop it open with ease before handing it back to her.
The bottle barely made it to her lips before she got lost, staring at his body. “...can… can I touch you?” she asked.
Jamie shrugged. “It’s what you’re paying for.”
Anxiously biting her lip, she smiled. “Sorry… First time with a…”
“Prostitute…?” Jamie finished. Her cheeks flushed with a nod.
Her fingers traced his muscles. “It’s been over a year since my husband and I made love…” she admitted. Jamie raised a curious brow. “He doesn’t touch me anymore. Not like a husband should touch his wife. I’m not important to him. Just a…trophy. Someone to have on his arm to make him look good…”
Marla shakily exhaled. “I just want to be touched again. To feel desired…” She looked up at Jamie. “...can you make me feel desired?”
Holding her gaze, he grabbed the wine from her and placed it on the dresser. She swallowed anxiously as he peeled her robe from her shoulders until it dropped, exposing her naked body. His intense gaze was like flames against her skin as his eyes roamed her curves.
His finger trailed down her sternum, and she looked down until he grabbed her chin to tilt her head back up. “Eyes on me…” he ordered.
She panted as his fingers blazed a trail down her chest, teasingly caressing her breasts, her nipples, dancing across her stomach. He stopped just above her pelvis. She was desperate for him to touch her.
Instead, he crouched to wrap his hands around her thighs and lifted her onto his waist. Her pussy pushed against his bulge. He could feel her trembling against him as he carried her to the bedroom.
Falling back on the bed, she stared up at him with hungry eyes before she looked down at his bulge.
She reached for him when Jamie grabbed her hands and held them down to the bed.
“Be patient…” he muttered into her ear, before biting her earlobe.
She felt his knee nudge between her thighs and gasped as he pushed against her bare clit.
His hands slid down her wrists as his lips scoured her neck, kissing down her sternum and over her stomach. His hands palmed her breasts, caressing the goosebumps that raised her skin. Her back arched from the bed as his fingers fell between her legs, slipping through her folds.
“Oh god…” she gasped, her legs trembling. Jamie briefly stared down at her before he looked out the window above her headboard to the room across the hotel’s courtyard.
“You said you’d let me have control this time, remember?”
An amused grin twisted Jax’s handsome features. “You’re right. I’ll be good…” his deep voice echoed in the living room.
Deja snorted. “Liar.” Lifting the hem of her dress, she threw a leg over Jax’s lap, straddling him between her thighs as he leaned back against the recliner. She gave him a teasing smirk as she unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it open to expose his chest.
“Mind your hands,” she teased, leaning down to press her lips against his pecs. His muscles tensed as her soft lips painted his skin with kisses. Her tongue traced his scars, caressing his nipple before sucking it into her mouth.
“Deja,” Jax grunted, digging his fingers into her waist.
“Mmm… So sensitive, baby…” she hummed as her nimble fingers slipped into his pants.
A proud smile crossed her face as she wrapped her hands around his dick.
“Damn, Daddy… You’re hard as a rock…” She felt him shiver as her lips caressed his ear and her thumb teased his head, leaking with pre-cum. “Is this for me, baby…?”
“You’re pushing it,” he said, grabbing her ass as he pulled at her panties.
“Excuse me!” she said, pulling back from him. “I’m the one in control, remember?”
Jax cocked his head to the side. “You have 60 seconds before I rip your panties off and fuck the shit out of you…”
Deja’s mouth dropped. “You can’t time me!”
“58…” he smiled.
“What are you? The Flash?” she muttered. Jax’s hands squeezed her backside as Deja slipped off her dress, her breasts spilling out. His jaw tensed with impatience as she held them in her hands, massaging them and rocking against his hips.
“...45…” he seethed.
Deja tried not to laugh at the expression on his face. “Poor, baby…” she mocked, sliding her hand beneath her panties. “You look so frustrated…”
Jax sharply exhaled as he watched her eyes close, her hand brushing against his as she fingered herself.
“....30…”
She raised her wet finger to her lips and smirked at him as she sucked her fingers into her mouth. “You’re missing out…” she teased. His eyes darkened as his face drastically changed, and she knew she had gone too far. “Jax, I still have-”
“No, you fucking don’t,” he growled, standing from the recliner and lifting her with him.
She felt the harsh sting of her panties tearing from her body before her back hit the kitchen counter.
She stared at Jax wide-eyed as he sucked her fingers into his mouth with an erotic groan that made her stomach flip.
His tongue bathed her skin as he fervently sucked the swell of her breast, his teeth sinking into her flesh. Deja gripped the edge of the counter as Jax hooked her leg over his shoulder. She stared breathlessly at the ceiling as she felt his breath on her bare pussy when she heard him chuckle.
“Look at you… dripping… soaked… so fucking needy…”
Her back arched as his tongue assaulted her clit.
With his head tilted curiously, Jamie watched Deja’s body jerk on the kitchen counter as Jax’s head got lost between her thick, dark brown thighs.
Marla’s orgasmic cry pulled him from his thoughts as he looked down at her, desperately trying to catch her breath. “Bloody hell. You are… fucking amazing,” she panted.
Jamie dismounted her, rolling the condom off his dick, and tossing it into the bin with the other used condoms. “5 times in one night! That’s…
that’s a record for me,” she hummed, satiated.
Biting her lip, she watched him stand at the window, sipping a beer.
Her eyes roamed his muscular body. “...why so many scars?”
But Jamie remained silent, staring out the window. “You look like a guy with some stories to tell,” she persisted. Still… he said nothing. Sighing with frustration, she turned on her back. “Not a talker, are you? Guess it’s better than speaking this country’s awful language. Fucking orientals…”
Jamie stopped drinking.
“Just one more week in this god-awful, miserable country and I can finally go home.” Rolling on her side, she stared at Jamie’s muscular glutes and smiled.
“Though it hasn’t been all bad… I’ve been fucked silly by a gorgeous American with a massive cock.
Can I trade you for my husband?” she giggled.
Jamie turned and looked at her, tightly gripping his beer.
“...you talk too much…”
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