Chapter 129 JINA'S DRUNKEN PvSSY 5
Jerry
It had been two long days since I had seen them. I had been out of town for work, but my mind was stuck in that bedroom. I kept seeing the way Jinna looked with her legs spread, and the way her stepfather, Mr. Cameo, had finally claimed her. The images played on a loop in my head, making my skin itch with a constant, low-level heat.
When I finally pulled into my driveway and stepped out of the car, the first thing I saw was Jinna. She was sitting on her front porch, wearing a dress so short it barely covered her thighs. The moment she saw my car, she stood up. She didn't wave; she just watched me with those dark, knowing eyes. She looked like she had been waiting for me to pull up for hours.
I opened my front door and stepped inside, tossing my keys on the counter. A few seconds later, there was a soft, steady knock. I opened it to find her standing there, a playful smirk on her lips. She was leaning against the doorframe, her hip cocked to the side, making that dress ride even higher up her pale legs.
"Welcome back, Mr. Jerry," she whispered. "Can I come in?"
I didn't say a word. I just stepped back and let her glide past me. The scent of her perfume—sweet, floral, and mixed with something musky, filled the hallway. She walked into the living room and turned around, her eyes scanning my body as if she were checking to see if I had changed since she last saw me.
"I'm here to thank you," she said, her voice dropping to a low, husky crawl. "For the other day. For taking me in when I was so drunk and helpless." She walked closer, her eyes locked onto mine, making sure I couldn't look away.
She took a step toward me, her hand reaching out. Her fingers were cool as they brushed against my bicep, slowly trailing down to my forearm. "You were so good to me when I was passed out on your couch," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I want to thank you for curling your fingers around my clit while I was asleep," she murmured, her gaze locking onto mine. "For stroking yourself while you watched my pussy. I remember the way you looked at me, Jerry. I remember the heat coming off you even through my drunken fog."
I felt my heart hammer against my ribs. I didn't move as her hand moved to my chest, her palm flat against my racing heart. "You liked it, didn't you? Seeing me like that? Vulnerable?"
"You know I did," I grunted, my voice sounding rough even to my own ears.
"Thank you for eating my wetness," she continued, her fingers dancing over my shirt. "You ate me so well that I wanted to scream in my sleep. I could feel your tongue everywhere, Jerry. It was so hot.”
She smiled. “ And… thank you... for putting that big, thick dick inside of me. For fucking me so wild that I finally woke up to the truth. You woke me up with that thrust, and I haven't been the same since."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my neck. "But mostly, I want to thank you for making my daddy realize what he’s been missing. He was so scared, so shy... until you showed him how it's done. He hasn't been able to keep his hands to himself since you left, Jerry. He’s obsessed. He can’t stop putting his dick inside me. He follows me around the house like a hungry dog, begging for just one more taste. Bends me at any given opportunity."
"Is that so?" I asked, my hands twitching at my sides. "And do you give it to him?"
"Every time," she whispered, a dark light in her eyes. "I let him do whatever he wants. I’m his favorite hole now."
Her hand slid down my stomach, her fingers lingering right over the growing tent in my jeans. She didn't pull away. Instead, she let her palm rest against my hard length, feeling the way it pulsed under her touch. "It looks likle you missed me too," she giggled, her thumb tracing the shape of the head through the denim. "Is it hurting you, Jerry? Being this hard for so long?"
Before I could grab her, she took my hand. She guided it down, sliding my fingers under the hem of her short dress. My breath hitched. There was no barrier. No lace. Just hot, bare skin. My fingers brushed against her outer lips, and they were already slick and dripping with a thick, heavy moisture.
"I'm not wearing panties, Mr. Jerry," she whispered, her eyes wide and challenging. "I haven't worn them once since the night you took me. I like feeling the air on my skin. I like knowing I'm always ready."
"You're wet, Jinna," I groaned, my fingers sliding deeper into her heat. "You're absolutely soaking. Did you get this wet just walking over here?"
"I got wet the second I heard your car in the driveway," she admitted, her breath hitching as I found her clit. "I've been thinking about what you're going to do to me. I have been a very bad girl, Jerry," she said, her voice trembling with excitement. "I have been fucking my mom's man every single hour. I've been a slut for my daddy, and I loved every second of it. I'm bad, aren't I?"
"You're a disgrace," I said, even though my fingers were moving faster now, swirling through her juices. "A fucking slutty mess."
"Yes," she moaned, leaning her head back. "Tell me more. Tell me how dirty I am."
I gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me so she could feel exactly how hard I was. "You're a brat, Jinna. A dirty little brat. You come into my house, talk about your stepfather's dick, how he fucks you and expect me to be nice?"
"I don't want you to be nice, Jerry," she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders. "I want you to be mean. I want you to show me who's in charge. How to be a good girl."
I pointed toward the leather sofa in the center of the room. "Get on that couch. Right now. I want you to show me exactly how much of a bad girl you’ve been while I was gone. I want to see how you touch yourself when you're thinking about us."