Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jemma

“ W hat do you think of this?” Willow asks as she comes out of her bathroom in a sexy black cocktail dress. She spins around, showing it off.

“Can’t go wrong with a sexy black dress,” I say as she checks her hair in the mirror.

I’m sitting on her bed in her old room as she bites her bottom lip, not looking sure.

She’s meeting up with her high school friends and her old boyfriend Chris is going to be there. She told me that every Christmas season if they’re both single, they end up hooking up for the night. She’s hoping for the tradition to continue this year.

I’m hoping as well. Linda and Mitch are gone for the night. They’re staying at their friends’ house to celebrate the holidays and since there’s always a lot of wine, Schnapps, and Baileys involved, they brought sleepover bags.

If Willow gets lucky tonight, Quinn and I will have the whole house to ourselves. I’m dying to get this man alone. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Sleeping in the same bed has been torturous.

I keep thinking of the incredible feeling I had when his head was between my legs, his hot mouth on me, making me moan, making me scream. I shiver from the memory.

“Are you cold?” Willow asks as she walks over and turns up the heat.

“Thanks,” I say awkwardly, trying to keep my skin from flushing. “You should definitely wear that dress. One look at you in that thing and he’s going to buy a one-way ticket to Hawaii.”

“Aloha,” she says, shaking her hips like a hula dancer.

I laugh as I watch her moving. “You have to teach me that.”

“I think I have an extra grass skirt and coconut bra in my suitcase.”

Ever since we hashed it out in the kitchen two days ago, I love Willow. She’s a strong, badass woman who’s hilarious. I want to be just like her.

“I’ll text you as soon as I know it’s on,” she says, grinning at me. “I know you’re probably dying for your own Christmas hookup.”

My mouth drops.

“Oh, keep playing that innocent girl bit,” she says with a wink. “You’re not fooling me for a second.”

She slides her purse onto her shoulder, fixes her hair one last time in the mirror, and heads out.

“Good luck!” I tell her.

She smiles at me. “You too.”

I always wanted an older sister like Willow and I can’t believe if things go right, I might get one.

I take a deep breath, excited to have the house to ourselves, and check myself in the mirror. I’m wearing my dark gray leggings—the expensive ones that somehow make my ass look like it’s defying gravity—and a big hoodie with my secret weapon underneath: a white tank top that shows too much cleavage for being out in public but just enough to get your hot billionaire boyfriend to jump all over you.

I grin as I head downstairs once I hear Willow’s car driving away. Christmas Eve is tomorrow and we’re going to be surrounded by family and friends until New Year’s Eve. This is my one chance to get this sexy man alone.

I tip-toe down the stairs barefoot and peek into the living room. Quinn is sitting in the chair beside the roaring fire reading a thick book. The Christmas tree is beautifully lit up in the corner and Linda lit some Christmas-scented candles around the room before she left, giving the whole room a warm, inviting feeling.

My eyes settle on Quinn’s calm face and my chest fills with a loving warmth. I’m in love with this man. I knew it the second I saw him, but it’s confirmed for me now. He’s the one for me.

I step into the room and his eyes rise from the book. He smiles warmly when he sees me and that does it. I’m done for. I’m his. Seeing him look so happy whenever he sees me is the best part of all this.

“We have the house to ourselves…” I say as I strut over.

He puts his book on the side table and grins. “What would you like to do?”

A thrill rushes through me at all of the intriguing possibilities. I want to do so many things to this man and I want him to do so many things to me, but more than anything, I want to please him. I want to make him feel like he made me feel. I want to rock his world.

His beautiful brown eyes follow me as I drop to my knees in front of him.

“I want you to sit back and relax,” I say as I run my hands up his thighs and over the bulge that’s growing in front of my eyes. I grab onto his buckle and slide his leather belt out.

My whole body is aching and throbbing like never before. My mouth is watering as I watch his erection grow long and hard, the thick outline pushing against his pants.

I lick my lips as I pull his zipper down. I glance up at him and suck in a sharp breath when I see the intensity in his eyes as he watches me. His perfect hands are gripping the armrests as I reach into his underwear and grab his thick meaty cock.

“Oh boy,” I whisper when I pull it out and see the tremendous size I’m dealing with.

He’s huge .

His cock is massive. It’s standing straight up, looking so proud and thick. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the slit on top of his head and my mouth waters as I watch it slowly roll down to his beautiful shaft.

“Is this the first time you’ve been with a man like this?” he asks in that deep growly voice that makes my pussy tingle with heat.

I nod, unable to take my eyes off the gorgeous cock in front of my face. “Yes.”

“Alright, then,” he says as he pulls my hair to the side. “Now is a perfect time to put it in your mouth.”

I swallow hard and wrap my hand around it. It’s so thick . I don’t know how this is going to fit in any of my body parts, but we’re going to try.

I wet my lips and duck my head down, dragging my tongue along his swollen head. He lets out a deep carnal groan when he feels my tongue sliding against him. I taste his pre-cum and moan at the masculine flavor. Is everything about this man perfect?

“That’s it,” he says as he arches his hips up to tug his pants down further. My heart pounds when I see his balls looking so full. So masculine and virile.

I take his big cock into my mouth and push it in so deep my eyes water and I choke. I yank it out and try to catch my breath while coughing, feeling ridiculous. I guess I was a little too eager. Be cool, Jemma. Come on, girl.

When I’m ready, I slide my tongue up his hot flesh before wrapping my lips around him, taking him in slower and steadier.

“That’s it,” he growls, his hands gripping the seat tighter. “It feels so good, baby.”

I start to get into it, sliding my clenched hand up and down his stiff shaft as I suck on his big head. His sexy groans and growls spur me on even more.

The heat from the crackling fire mixed with the heat from my core has me ready to combust. He moans in agony as I let go of his dick and yank off my sweater.

I push my breasts together with my arms, giving him something good to look at as I wrap my hand around his thick base and kiss his head. I run his cock over my lips, loving the feeling of his pre-cum coating them.

“God, you’re sexy,” he growls. Those intense brown eyes are staring at me like he’s never seen anything like this before. Like he couldn’t be more turned on. “How do you like sucking your man’s dick?”

I moan as I slide my tongue out and tease his head with it. “You taste so good. You’re my new favorite kind of popsicle.”

He slides his big hand into my hair, gripping the side of my head, and then guides his cock to my mouth with his other hand. “Open,” he commands.

“Yes, sir.”

I open wide and let him penetrate me. He slides his dick between my lips and this time I don’t choke, even though he goes in further than I ventured to take him.

I push his hand off his dick and take over, stroking and sucking and licking every inch of his cock.

“Like that,” he growls, gripping the back of my head as he guides me up and down his length. “Don’t stop, Jemma.”

My jaw and wrist are aching, but I don’t stop. I want him to cum so badly that I pick up the pace, going harder and deeper.

His groans get louder. He curses under his breath.

I’m getting so wet as I desperately try to get this man off.

I cup his balls with my free hand and give them a gentle squeeze as I clench my lips around him, loving the feeling of having him deep in my throat.

His grip tightens and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he growls.

I slide my mouth up and down him until he unloads with a savage roar. Hot delicious cum fills my mouth and surges down my throat.

My pussy aches as I take every drop he gives me, swallowing it down with a hungry moan. I’m so wet. I’m so turned on.

I’m fucking this man tonight, there’s no doubt about it.

Well, as long as Willow doesn’t return I will.

“Oh fuck, Jemma,” Quinn says as he collapses into the chair with his hand over his eyes. He’s breathing hard as I lightly stroke his shaft. His big, beautiful muscular chest is moving up and down, hypnotizing me.

“How was that for a first time?” I ask with a grin.

He moves his hand from his eyes and looks at me with a look of awe. “Lucky for me, you’re a natural.”

I look down at his beautiful dick and grin. “Hopefully, I’ll get a lot of practice so I can be a pro one day.”

“You can practice with it anytime, my love.”

I might have to take him up on that.

Daily.