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CHAPTER 24

Jourdan

I had fucked up. Stephon was pissed. He was right. I knew better and had been trained to be the best, but I hadn’t acted like it. I was usually keen and picked up on things that felt out of place, but I hadn't seen the men on the roofs. I hadn’t been on my game since I’d convinced myself that my father had been purposely moved off the board. It was an inference that I wouldn’t change. However, I needed to be who I was trained to be, rather than this irrational version of myself. I also needed to lean into the trust I had for him wholly. I was one of the most sought-after hit women in the world, and I was acting like the young, inexperienced Jourdan who’d gone into that hotel room after Trip Callahan.

Damn! Do better, Jourdan!

I stared out the window until we returned to the hotel parking lot. It wasn’t a five-star hotel; it probably wasn’t even a three. It was small and had no more than sixty rooms. However, it was clean and conveniently located near where we needed to be. I’m sure Stephon had chosen this one because I was with him, but I’d stayed in worse, so it didn’t bother me. It came with the job most of the time. Once we parked, Stephon rounded the car to let me out.

Well, Jourdan, this is a good sign. Right?

As I undid my seatbelt, I noticed that Stephon still had his head on a swivel. He reached down to grab my hand, allowing me the space to exit. When he closed the door, he never let go of my hand. Stephon was pulling me along quickly and as close to his body as he could get me. The concierge was at the desk like every other time we’d entered the hotel at this hour. It was quiet, but I could hear her chewing gum loudly. Her phone held all her attention until Stephon walked by. She looked up, making it a point to speak to him.

“Mr. Phillips, welcome back,” she chided in a sultry voice, using the name we’d chosen as our cover. She leaned over to push her breasts forward in the shirt she had half unbuttoned.

Am I invisible? Why is every woman we encounter playing with their life like this?

Stephon gave her a quick head nod, not even looking her way. I instead gave her an icy glare that said; I will cut you if you don’t get your damn lust in check.

“And Mrs. Phillips,” she followed as if I were an afterthought. It was one thing to look at him. I didn't care about that because I wasn’t insecure, but these women were disrespectful. Unfortunately for them, playing dirty would get them nowhere because I would bathe in mud .

As we stood in front of the sole elevator, Stephon impatiently tapped the elevator button. I couldn’t imagine what was taking the rickety machine so long to arrive. At this hour, there shouldn’t have been many stops that it needed to make. I glanced up to see if I could get a read on Stephon’s headspace.

Shit!

I’d seen him with this look several times, but I was on the other end of his deadly glare this time. Instead of giving him my usual attitude, I turned and ducked my head when the elevator doors finally opened and walked inside. When I entered, I tried and failed to stand in the opposite corner of Stephon. Within seconds of the doors closing, he stepped in front of me, crowding my space and pushing his body into mine. I was caged in. Then he leaned his head down, taking several deep breaths and blowing them out. He let them caress my skin before speaking directly into my ear.

“It’s cute that you think this little bit of space you tried to create will stop me from punishing you.” My body temperature rose as I thought about the punishment that came with the look that Stephon was giving me. He gently kissed my lips, a stark contrast to the words he’d just spoken.

Should I run? I should run. Girl, you know he’s just going to find your ass. Then your punishment will be worse.

I was a glutton for punishment because as soon as the door opened, I started to make a run for it. Stephon’s reflexes were too fast because he caught my arm, snatching me back into his body, where he whispered into my ear again .

“Don’t even fucking think about it. You’re going to go in that room, shower, and then lay your beautiful ass on that bed. Then I’m going to shower. When I get out, I’m going to fuck all that recklessness out of you until your body tells me you’ve had enough,” I hissed a breath. Stephon had somehow managed to rent every room on this floor for security reasons. He wanted them empty, and because of that, it was also quiet. I walked out of his embrace and entered using my keycard. The room was small, housing only a queen bed and a single armchair. I flipped on the lights, walked straight to the bathroom, which was also efficient in size, and started the shower.

JoJo, you just let that man talk to you like that? Yes!

By the time I’d washed my entire body for the second time, the door opened. Stephon entered and leaned his against the small bathroom counter, watching me. I was sure I was out of my mind because his behavior turned me on. I stepped out of the shower, leaving it on for him, and draped the robe around me. When I brushed past Stephon, he wrapped his arm around my middle, pulling me back.

“On the bed, Jourdan,” he said as he seductively bore his low-lidded eyes into mine, searching for any defiance. Fortunately for me, he missed it because I nodded but had no intention of getting on that bed yet. Instead, I sat in the chair facing the bathroom door and waited. The door opened finally, and Stephon stepped out. His hair was still slick with moisture, and so was his body. It was a work of art. He reached his arm behind his head with another towel to dry his neck, showcasing his thick biceps. The water droplets slid down his beautifully tattooed body, starting at his neck. Then they traveled his chiseled chest and over his rock-hard abs until they met the fresh white towel secured around his waist.

He was already hard and ready for me. The towel was doing a damn good job of restraining the bulge that threatened to break free.

“I’m sorry, Stephon, about tonight. I don’t want you to try to tame me. I’m afraid that you will. I know that sounds wild because you’re only trying to help. It just feels like you’re trying to stand in my way of getting answers, which is why I acted out.” I said timidly.

“Acted out, huh. I took a bullet because you acted out. Then there’s that word tame. You keep saying that, Baby, but your way is not the ‘only’ way. Also, any other time, taming you is the last thing I want to do. I want you beside me, wild and on your worst fucking behavior. Right now, I intend to tame. Now get over here and show me how sorry you are,” he said as he looked at me with his bedroom eyes, heavier than minutes before.

I stood and started my walk.

“No, get on your fucking knees on all fours. I want you on the prowl.” He said, lowering his voice to an octave that made my pussy purr. I dropped down and started to crawl one leg in front of the other, making sure that my ass was arched in the air. With each slow crawl toward him, I made sure my hips swayed as I stared into his eyes. He licked his lips and dropped his hand to grab and squeeze his hard dick .

When I reached him, I hopped to a squat before him, swatting his hand away, undoing his towel, and letting it fall to the floor. My mouth watered at the thickness and veins that covered it. Taking it into my hands, I felt his hardness and stroked it. When I looked into his eyes, they were painted with his desire for me.

“Don’t play with it, Jourdan; eat that shit up, Baby,” he growled.

Grabbing the front of his thighs, I let my hands roam over the taut muscles that formed them before letting them explore up and over his abs. Next, they traced the lines that led to my prize. I took my tongue and licked up the vein that lined his shaft. Once I reached the top, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting his pre-cum before I covered him with my mouth.

“Ummmm,” I hummed as I widened my mouth, feeling it stretch as I took him to the back of the throat. I paused there, swallowing him down until he let out a groan in pleasure.

“Shit,” he said as he looked down at me with his bottom lip in his mouth. It spurred me on. I wrapped both hands around his shaft and spit, coating his dick with slickness before smacking his heaviness on my tongue. I took him into my mouth again and began to bob steadily. I looked into his eyes to see him still watching me, pleasuring him intently.

“Make me gag on it, Baby,” I said. Then he took the sides of my face into his hands and began to thrust into my mouth. The noises of him pumping and me gagging filled the room as the moisture dribbled from my mouth and pooled between my legs. I needed to touch myself while he had his way with my mouth. I reached in between my legs to feel my slickness, using it to circle my clit.

“Oh my …. Damn Jourdan, you’re so fucking nasty, and I love that shit, mmmh,” he moaned, letting his mouth hang open as he continued to fuck my mouth.

“Cum in my mouth,” I coaxed as I took my other hand and wrapped it around his dick, stroking up and down while I suctioned him harder.

“Fuck!” He huffed as his chest rose and fell. I came on my fingers as I felt him tighten, and his knees buckled. He shot his cum down my throat, with me swallowing every drop. He led me over to the bed and sat, turning me around.

“Touch your fucking toes.” He said as he roughly bent me over in the position he wanted me in. As soon as I locked my hands around my ankles, Stephon dove between my ass and sucked my pussy into his mouth.

“Damn, you always eat my pussy so good.”

“Shut the hell up,” he said as he feverishly slurped and licked into my center and up to my forbidden hole. Once he had it slick with moisture, he inserted his thumb and began to stroke. He was trying to eat me whole. I let out a loud grunt when I felt his tongue pump into me and swirl around my opening. Then he replaced it with the fingers of his other hand while his tongue still went to work. When he sucked my clit into his mouth again, I came, squirting where he drank what he could as the rest ran down his beard and chin .

He stood me up, lifted and threw me to the center of the bed. In seconds, he was on top of me with my legs thrown over his shoulders. He pushed inside in one swift motion and began to punish my pussy.

“Did you think wrapping your beautiful mouth around me and trying to take my soul was going to save you? Unh Unh, Baby,” he said as he drove into me. His pumps were delicious, and I felt every vein and ridge in my tunnel that I’d felt in my mouth. He was putting me through the mattress with a smirk that told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“I feel you squeezing me; put that shit to work, Baby. Give it the fuck to me now,” he moaned, hitting the spot that drove me wild. I squirted again. He dropped back down between my legs and sucked my sensitive clit back into his mouth. He was ruining me.

“Aaahhhhh shit!” I came again hard in only minutes, but he wasn’t done with me. I was flipped over and put on all fours as he swiftly dove back in.

“Stephon, what are you doing to me?” I asked through a heavy moan.

“Taming you,” he growled through fast, feverish pumps into my center. I felt delirious as my body willingly took everything he had to give because it felt so fucking good; he felt so fucking good.

“Are you going to do what you did tonight again?” He asked as his hand drew back and gave a hard smack to my ass. I didn’t answer, so he increased his tempo. He was hitting the spot he’d committed to memory and knew from every angle .

“I can’t fucking hear you, Baby. Are you going to do that shit again?” The smack that followed opened my floodgates as I squirted again, collapsing onto the bed. He flipped me over again and sank in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won't do it again. Mmmmhh.” He leaned down, covering my mouth and swallowing my moan, kissing me nastily. I could taste myself all over his tongue.

“I know, mmmh,” he cockily said.

“Shit, your pussy is so damn good. I can’t live without this shit, Baby. I need it, I need you. I need you to always be by my side until the day we die, and if we die, we’re doing that shit together, you hear me?” I felt him start to tremble on top of me.

“Yes, I hear you, mmmh.” When he finally came, so did I, allowing him to take everything I had.