Crazy but sweet

LOLA POV..

  Jolie and I arrived at the party taking place at Luke's mansion. I wore amid thigh jean skirt with a black top and a scarf around my neck. The maid received us and took us to the garden where there was a long round table filled with drinks. Luke got up and half hugged Jolie.

  "Welcome brother..." He grouse. I glanced at the table.

  There were three girls around but I recognized one. She was one of my classmates back in highschool, Sally.

  Luke smirked.

  "You brought wifey..." He grinned.

  "Asshole" I muttered glaring at him.

  "Nice to see you too nerd--"

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  LOLA POV

  I know by tomorrow I'll regret everything, but who cares, I just want to be laid tonight, the girls had spoken on how they wanted to be spent, I think I can always blame my actions on alcohol.Immediately Jolie placed me in the car, I didn't waste any second when he got in and closed the door, he then partitioned the car for our privacy.

  I sat on his hips and started dry humping him. He quickly grabbed my hips and whispered. "I want that little mouth on my cock."

  I easily followed his instructions and gave him a perfect sucking that he couldn't stop groaning. Until I swallowed all his load, that's when, Jolie tugged his jeans to his hips and tucked his spent cock back inside his boxers before he zipped up.He then helped me sit back on the chair As he gently wiped the stickiness of his load from my chest with a wet tissue. He slanted his mouth over mine, and placed his hand on my head and gently kissed me, not sweetly, but with fresh hunger and pure male need.I rubbed the inside of my thighs together to ease the throbbing ache Jolie was building in me.

  "I definitely wanna screw you Lola Fayas." He said as he trailed kisses on my neck.

  “Definitely,” I said, I wanted to experience everything that he would serve me.

  "That's my good little bitch." His palm moved down the front of my body, lingering for a few minutes in my mounds, before he suckled on my perky nipples. " Stop the car, Alex."

  "Why do you want him to stop? We're almost home."

  "I know." He said with my nipple in his mouth. "You’ve been a good girl. A very good girl.” Jolie's’s palms skated down the front of my to thighs, lingering at my hip joints.

  "Immediately you get out of this car I want you totally naked"

  I felt like I was on cloud nine, finally I was going to experience what I had only read in books and the full moon was going to be our witness.

  I quickly removed my clothes, by the time I was done the car had already stopped and Jolie was already walking in the middle of the empty garden with an exercise mat.

  My belly jumped with anticipation as I waited to...

  " Already chickening out?" Jolie mocked.

  I was already standing where he was, like I was waiting for or a signal from Jolie apparently. It was obvious he was in charge.

  He smirked a little as he took me in his arms.

  "It's going to be a long ride, not like the first time little one." He whispered.

  "Bring it on ." I dared him. Jolie's right hand trailed over my abdomen, straight through the short curls covering my mound. His middle finger separated the fold of my pussy lips and stroked my clit.

  “Oh, God. Please. Don’t stop.”

  “Ssh. I'll take care of you. This go-around will be pretty be long, since I intend to sober you up completely, tonight I promise I’ll take my time with you. Spread your legs.” In between peppering the sensitive slope of my shoulder with moist kisses, he said to me , "You likes it when I suck your nipples hard.”

 JOLIE'S POV

 Lola threaded her fingers through my hair and let her head fall back as my fingers penetrated her. She gasped, her breath hitching when I thrust higher, groaning in her ear at how absolutely dripping wet she was. Slow and easy, I pumped in and out of her slick core, sweeping my thumb side to side over her swollen clit. My left hand found her nipple, pulling and twisting it as my mouth closed over the other one.

 "Tell me what will make you come all over my hand, Lola Fayas," I murmured against her throat. "I wanna smell that sweet cream."

 "Push your fingers in deeper… faster on my clit. But lightly. Yeah. Like that. Oh, I’m so close. Yes. Yes. Right there!"

 Light and dark swirls exploded behind her lids as the orgasm burst between her thighs. I murmured encouragement in her ear, my fingers continuing to plunge. My mouth's rapid sucks on her nipple matched the pulsing rhythm of her release.

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 LOLA'S POV

 I thrashed and squirmed, but Jolie held me tight, keeping his attention entirely focused on wringing every ounce of pleasure from me. Shaking and spent, I slumped against his shoulder, breathing hard, dizzy, my body washed with bone-deep satisfaction.

 Jolie continued to lap at my pebbled nipples, his fingers circling inside me, triggering another set of tremors.

 "Look at me," he commanded, his voice husky.

 I forced my eyes open, and he slipped his hand from between my thighs. My juices coated his fingers, glistening under the dim light. I snagged his wrist and brought those fingers to my lips, licking away every bit of my essence. The sight alone nearly made me climax again.

 "How does it taste?" Jolie asked, his voice raw with hunger.

 "You tell me," I whispered. Watching his face, I grabbed his hand, placed it on my belly, then layered my own over his. Together, we slid our fingers back into my wet heat, twisting and plunging. My breath stalled as pleasure coursed through me once more.

 Jolie withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, groaning as he tasted me. Then he angled his head and kissed me, hard and consuming, sharing my taste in the most erotic kiss of my life.

 With my fingers still inside me and his free hand clamped on my nipple, another orgasm rocketed through me. I whimpered into his mouth.

 Finally, he broke the kiss, a huge grin spreading across his gorgeous face.

 "Oh yeah," he murmured, voice full of dark promise. "This is definitely gonna be one long, fun night."

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 LOLA'S POV – THE NEXT MORNING

 I woke up aching. Every inch of my body felt sore, tingling with remnants of last night’s activities. Blinking against the morning light, I looked around the room.

 Jolie must have brought me home after... oh my God.

 Memories of last night flooded my mind. The way he’d slowly entered me, taking everything I had to give. The way I had—wait.

 I only remember what happened after I got out of the car naked.

 Panic surged through me. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest, and looked down.

 I was wearing absolutely nothing.

 Jolie walked into the room, dressed sharply in a suit, his usual smirk in place. He barely glanced at me before rolling his eyes.

 "You're such a bitch, Lola. You should've licked the other men’s dicks too while you were at it," he muttered.

 I gasped. "I licked your—what?"

 He scoffed. "You didn’t just lick. You sucked my cock. In front of everyone. You couldn't stop yourself."

 I froze. "I what?"

 Jolie smirked. "Yeah. Like you didn’t stop begging me on that mat yesterday."

 My mouth dropped open in horror. "No way. Even if I were half-dead, I would never—"

 "But you did," he cut in, enjoying my humiliation far too much.

 I shook my head. "No. No, that’s impossible."

 He checked his watch, laughing softly—an unusual sound from him. What was that look on his face?

 I felt like dying of shame. Had I really...?

 Jolie grabbed his phone from the drawer, his lips curling into a smirk.

 "No breakfast in bed today?" I asked, trying to regain some dignity.

 He scoffed. "I enjoyed every bit of your actions yesterday. Maybe if you suck me on your own free will—without the influence of alcohol—I might consider it."

 Even though he sounded serious, his voice carried a mocking edge. My face burned with embarrassment.

 I noticed his lips looked paler than usual. I wanted to ask about it, but then I waved the thought away. Let him look hideous. I shouldn’t care.

 He left the room, slamming the door behind him.

 I fell back onto the bed with a grin.

 What if Jolie wants to do everything he did with his other women, but with me? And he just doesn’t know how to say it?

 Who knows?

 ---

 SELEN'S POV

 I sat on my bed, still sobbing.

 Two days. It had been two days since Brian hit me like I was nothing.

 Like I was just some object for him to take out his anger on.

 I locked myself in my room, and he hadn’t even bothered to check on me.

 What do I do?

 Does Brian even love me?

 I grabbed my phone and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. That jerk.

 But we’ve been together for years. I’ve been by his side. Why can’t he love me?

 A knock on the door startled me.

 "Selen... I’m sorry, love. Please open the door," his voice came, low and deceptively soft.

 I froze.

 "Bravo, Brian!" I snapped, my voice thick with anger. "It took you two days to pull down your ego and apologize? Go to hell!"

 "I mean it, Selen… I was extra angry. You know I would never hurt a woman like that. I was just—"

 I shoved a pillow over my ears, drowning him out.

 This man doesn’t love me.

 But why can't he?

 No… he does.

 Brian loves me.

 Right?

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 LOLA'S POV

 I was still in bed, watching an early morning movie, when the door swung open.

 Jolie walked in.

 Wait… Didn’t he just leave for work?

 He threw his briefcase into a corner, ripped off his jacket, and collapsed onto the bed beside me with a groan.

 Huh?

 I rushed to stand in front of him.

 His face was pale. Too pale.@@novelbin@@

 "I think I have a fever," he muttered.

 I placed my palm on his forehead. His skin was burning.

 I chuckled. "See? I told you there’s bad luck for defiling honeymoon protocols."

 He glared at me. "Stop talking nonsense and turn off the AC!"

 I grabbed the remote and pressed the off button.

 "God," he groaned, shivering. "Get me another quilt… the thick one."

 I hurried to the closet, pulling out the thickest blanket I could find. When I returned, he was shirtless, curled up under the duvet.

 "Close the windows," he ordered weakly.

 I obeyed.

 "Now, grab my phone and call my nurse."

 I picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts. My eyes widened at a name.

 "Bitchy Nurse."

 I clicked it.

 Oh.

 Oh hell no.

 The woman’s profile picture popped up—a tight uniform hugging her curves, her cleavage practically spilling out.

 I squinted. Is she a nurse or a stripper?

 No way

1. am I letting her near my husband.

 I walked back into the room, all innocence.

 "The nurse’s number is switched off. Sorry!" I said, grinning.

 Jolie groaned. "Call the doctor then."

 I scrolled again. Another woman.

 I smirked. "She’s unavailable too. Guess I’ll have to take care of you myself."

 Jolie coughed instantly.

 Oh, this is going to be fun.

 TO BE CONTINUED...