by L. N. Pearl
Jennifer, with his cock in her mouth, moaned instantly. Bruce inserted a second finger and hooked them inside her sensitive walls, exploring every part of her eager channel and provoking a wave of heat between her legs.
Jennifer was panting and grinding her crotch against his hand, swallowing his thick cock down to the base.
I can’t believe this is happening! His hot naked body on my sofa and his delicious cock to start the week-end… this is heaven!
Bruce told her to stand up, pressed his hard body against her, and grabbed her by the ass. He crashed his lips against hers and explored every inch of her mouth with his slick tongue. Then, he slammed her against the wall and pushed her hands over her head.
Jennifer could barely catch her breath. Her whole body was trembling with desire, her legs quivering and her clit throbbing.
Suddenly, Bruce roughly yanked her off the ground and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Her pussy was now right in front of his face. Jennifer was suspended in midair, her back against the wall and her legs over his shoulders.
The position was extremely surprising and exciting. Bruce pressed his mouth against her wet lips, humming and smelling the musky odor of her juices, before darting his tongue inside her pussy.
The friction of his wet tongue against her sensitive walls was divine, and Jennifer screamed loudly. Bruce licked her slickened folds, fucked her with his tongue, and teased her clit with his teeth for half an hour while holding her in the air against the wall.
Wow! He’s tireless… His muscles are definitely not just for show. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad he spends so much time in the gym!
Finally Bruce took her off the wall and carried her into her bedroom. There, he threw her on the bed. Jennifer bit her lower lip and dragged him by his cock to join her in bed. She lied down on her back, spread her legs, and hooked them around her own neck.
Bruce was speechless. “Holly shit! How did you do that?”
“I take yoga classes at lunch break, remember?”
“My God, I should come and watch what you guys are doing over there…”
Her dripping pussy was completely exposed and open, inviting Bruce to dig deep with his swollen cock. He rubbed his whole length against her wet lips before diving deep inside her in one sudden thrust.
Jennifer planted her nails in Bruce’s ass and screamed. “Ooooh fuuuck!!”
The pleasure of the friction of his huge rod against her soaking walls combined with the incredible position was agonizing. Jennifer rolled her eyes and begged him to make her cum.
Bruce was pounding her relentlessly, his iron cock ramming into her wet pussy and his ripped stomach covered with sweat rubbing against her clit. His cock, hitting every single spot inside her, was entirely covered by her white, thick juices.
Jennifer was now breathing heavily, crying out loudly, and her inner muscles were squeezing the thickness of his cock as she felt a powerful orgasm approach.
Suddenly, she bucked, and her pussy convulsed wildly. Several waves of intense pleasure shot through her entire body, and she felt Bruce climaxing as well, feeling his hot cum spurting out deep inside her.
Bruce was grunting, and Jennifer was screaming of pleasure. She unhooked her legs and let him collapse against her sweaty stomach and shiny breasts.
“My God, Bruce! It was IN-CRE-DI-BLE. What a surprise…”
As they caught their breath in silence, they jumped when someone suddenly banged at the door.
A woman was shouting outside. “Thank you for sharing but can you stop screaming? People with no sex life would like to sleep!”
Bruce and Jennifer looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Chapter Five
The next morning, Jennifer called Bruce’s doctor so he could talk about his swollen and sensitive private parts. The doctor recommended him to one of his colleagues, a well-known urologist. Even though it was Saturday, Bruce was received right away with no appointment.
Bruce went through a series of medical tests and analyses and was told he would probably receive the results Monday night or Tuesday morning.
As soon as he finished, he called her.
“Hey, Jen, I’m done. By the way, I’m throwing a little party today. Kenichi will leave tomorrow and I was thinking about inviting him and some friends for a get-together before he goes. Wanna come?”
“Sure, it sounds fun! I’m just back from the grocery store. Will you come and pick me up?”
“I’m on my way.”
Bruce arrived in a huge, red sports car. He pulled up to her building with the windows open. Jennifer, wearing a light leather jacket and jeans, paired with high heels, was waiting for him and whistled when she saw him. “Wow, nice Ferrari…”
Bruce laughed and removed his Carrera sunglasses. “You really don’t know anything about cars do you? It’s a Lamborghini. Brand new Aventador, 700 horse power, V12…”
“V12? Oh excuse me I didn’t notice! Maybe it would be easier for me if we talked about LV instead of the V12, don’t you think?” Jennifer said, flashing a grin at him. “Anyway… how do I… get in, please?”
Bruce looked at her, a serious look on his face. “Sorry, there are only two seats, so I couldn’t bring Jack to open the door for you, princess. I think you just have to open the door by yourself.”
Jennifer stepped back with her hands on her hips and tipped her head to the side. “Thank you! How do I open the door of your brand new Aventador?”
Bruce chuckled and winked at her. “I’m just teasing you… Press here. Now pull up the handle. Perfect. It’s called a scissor door. It’s Lamborghini’s signature.”
The door of the car lifted up, and Jennifer quickly got in. “Men and their toys! Why can’t they make normal doors?”
“Next time I can pick you up in a minivan if you like…”
Jennifer laughed. “You? A minivan?”
She took a look at the impressive black and red interior and felt like she was in a US Air Force fighter. “Nah… it’s okay. Actually, I like it too. Come on, let’s go I’m hungry!”
***
There were maybe a couple dozen people in the “chilling room” on the 3 floor of the mansion. It was a warm room with a high ceiling and a wide floor to ceiling window with a balcony, a video projector, a thick carpet on the floor, two big round sofas and several puffy cushions.
Bruce said it was a private party for close friends only. Everybody was dressed casually, chatting with a glass of wine or champagne in their hands. In the corner of the room, a DJ was playing a soft lounge playlist when Bruce asked for attention and told him to kill the music.
“Excuse me! Thank you everybody for coming today, I hope you’re having a good time. As you all know, we’re here to say a big thank you to my guest, Kenichi, who will fly to Tokyo tomorrow.”
Everybody stopped chatting and turned to listen to Bruce speaking. “Kenichi-san - it’s been amazing. I can’t thank you enough for this deal, and I’ve really appreciated working with you. We share the same vision for the growth of our respective companies, and I’m convinced we have a lot more to do together in the future. To our success! Cheers!”
Everybody raised their glasses. “Cheers!”
Bruce opened his arms and gave a firm, manly hug to Mr. Sakamura. Kenichi was slightly shorter than Bruce, but even through his clothes, Jennifer could guess a muscular and powerful body. Every time he moved, she could see his muscles literally rolling beneath his shirt. With his shaved head, his tanned skin, and the gold chain dangling on his chest, he looked like a bad boy but was also very attractive.
Bruce looked at his watch, a black and gold Hublot Big Bang. “Okay, so I guess all of you guys are hungry by now, so let’s get to business. There’s a BBQ waiting for us outside inside the pool!”
“Inside the pool? You mean, near the pool, right?” Kenichi said with an eyebrow raised.
“No, my friend, it’s not near the pool. It’s inside! Come here…” Jennifer watched Bruce drag hi
m to the balcony and tell him something. Kenichi nodded and both of them started to remove their clothes, only keeping their underwear.
Bruce, are you crazy? What are you doing? Are you drunk?
Even though she was wondering what was going on, she couldn’t help but look at the two men’s incredible asses and feel her crotch getting wet. She felt a little embarrassed to be horny in such a situation but couldn’t take her eyes off of that beautiful view.
People inside the “chilling room” started to laugh and to whistle at them.
“Woo! Sexy!”
“Remove everything, guys!”
“Nice tats!”
Indeed, Kenichi’s ripped body was impressive. His entire back was covered by an intimidating tattoo which continued to his arms and his thighs. Jennifer couldn’t tell what it was exactly, but she could see samurais and scary demons faces across his body.
Suddenly, Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat. Bruce was striding over the balcony fence. In a flash, she remembered Maria’s words “Mr. Wilson actually attempted to kill himself in the middle of a party…”
Before she could say a word or move to stop him, Bruce jumped.
“Bruuuuuuce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Completely paralyzed for a second, she looked at the other guests. Nobody was moving. Actually they were looking at her. What are you looking at, guys? Nobody’s going to help him or what?
She ran to the balcony fence, and there, she saw a huge long slide going down several meters away to the swimming pool. As Bruce said, there was a fire pit and a bar right in the middle of the pool, and his staff was already busy cooking raw meat for his guests.
Jennifer exhaled loudly and closed her eyes. My God, I’m going to kill him!
Kenichi smiled at her, strode over the balcony fence and jumped on the slide before joining Bruce in the swimming pool.
A woman approached her and gently patted her back. “Don’t feel embarrassed. He did the same to all of us…”
***
Everybody was having fun. The grilled beef was juicy and tasty, the wine was flowing and the music was loud. People were chatting in the pool or sunbathing on the deck, and Jennifer was having a great time.
Bruce, sunglasses on and smoking a cigar, sat down next to her. “Everything’s fine?”
Jennifer coughed and swept the air. “You smoke?”
“Only when I have a party like this, which is not very often. So how’s everything?”
”Perfect. Except for your fake suicide attempt in the ‘chilling room’ earlier this afternoon…”
Bruce frowned. “Why do you say that? I was just having fun and jumping in my pool. Not your typical jump I’ll admit, but this is how I party…”
Jennifer cleared her throat. “Maria told me what happened after your divorce and your suicide attempt in the middle of a party.”
Bruce started to stand up. “Where is she? She’s fired…”
Jennifer grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. “I asked her, okay? Don’t be mad at her. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. But listen, you have to understand. You left me the other night with no other choice but to find my own answers.”
Bruce sat down and looked away. “And? You’re satisfied?”
“Not at all.” Jennifer said, playing with her glass of wine. “But what do you want me to do?”
They both kept silent. Jennifer continued. “Where were you really going in the middle of the night the other day?”
“I told you - to see my lawyer.”
“Bruce, you need to let go. I need answers, you understand?” She leaned forward and turned to him, resting her hand on his forearm. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay? But if you want me to be committed to you and to stay by your side, you need to stop acting like that. Stop holding back. Stop keeping secrets from me.”
Bruce slowly reached for the glass ashtray, put his cigar in it and blew the smoke out of his mouth. “It’s my ex-wife.”
Jennifer felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. “What about her?”
“She’s back. She’s here, in New York, and she’s looking for me.”
Jennifer’s heart was about to explode. “Did you see her? Have you met?”
“Not yet.”
“So you intend to see her? When? Is it going to be just the two of you?”
“I don’t think I’m going to see her. This is why I had to consult my lawyer. He’s the one who has been talking to her so far, as my middleman. They’ve been in touch for almost two weeks now.”
“Two weeks? So what happened that night when you had to run away at midnight? You already knew she was here, looking for you, right?”
“Yes, I already knew.”
Bruce kept silent. Jennifer sighed. “Bruce, help me! Talk to me. What does she want? What is she doing here?”
“Child support…”
Jennifer suddenly felt dizzy. “Wha… what? You mean… she wants money for…”
“For the child we had together.”
Jennifer dropped her hand from Bruce’s forearm and started to cry. “How many more secrets and ugly surprises do you have for me? Why are you doing this to me, Bruce?”
“Look, I didn’t know myself, okay? It’s not like I wanted to hide anything from you. I didn’t know until a few days ago. What did you want me to do? To tell you right away, just like that? I needed time to take the news first!”
Jennifer tried to control herself and to calm down. “How old is the child?”
“He’s a boy: Max. He’s seven now. Apparently, she got pregnant just before our divorce.”
“Where has she been all these years? Why come back now?”
“She was back in Seoul, Korea raising the kid with her family. She thought I was broke, which I was back then, and didn’t know I was a billionaire until very recently. She just stumbled upon my name and my photos in a magazine.”
“Wait, you said back in Seoul? She is…?”
“Korean, yes. She’s the Asian woman you saw that day getting out of my Rolls… She was meeting with Mr. Schneider, my lawyer.”
Jennifer took her head in her hands. I knew it! I knew there was something going on with her!
She took a deep breath and laughed nervously. “Okay… well, that’s a lot to digest. I think I need to take a drink!”
Jennifer stood up and went to the bar to refill her glass. As she was drinking, Bruce joined her and took her in his arms. Jennifer stayed cold and didn’t try to hug him back.
“Send me back home. I need to be alone…”
“Okay, I’ll drive you ho…”
“No, no! You’re not going anywhere. You have a party, you have guests, you have a wife, you have a son… You don’t need to drive your assistant anywhere, thank you!”
“Jen, put that glass down, that’s enough now.” Bruce tried to take her glass off her hands, but Jennifer screamed. “Don’t touch me! I’m not drunk, okay? It hurts, you got it? It fucking hurts! But you can’t understand that, right?”
Bruce took off his sunglasses and looked straight in her eyes. “You don’t know what I’ve been through. You don’t know anything about me and my past!” He said, clenching his jaw and his fists.
“Yes, Bruce. You’re perfectly right. I don’t know you… and that’s the problem between us. Look, I don’t even know if there’s any ‘us’ at all actually. Where do I fit? Your life is a mess, Bruce, and you can’t hide behind your parties and your fancy scissor doors cars! Now just send me home. And don’t even try to call me.”
Bruce didn’t try to hold her back. “Fine.”
Jennifer turned her back on him and walked away. Bruce called Gerard.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Tell Jack to send Jennifer home.”
“Certainly, Sir. Which car is the most appropriate? The Maybach maybe?”
“No.”
Bruce slowly put on his sunglasses and took his cigar.
“The minivan…”
Chapter Six
Jennifer was waiting in the hall, arms crossed and looking at the spiral glass staircase wrapped around the impressive aquarium. About a month ago she had been right here, walking into Bruce’s life, far from imagining they would end up having a relationship.
And now here she was, totally confused and overwhelmed by his impossible lifestyle and rocky past, uncertain about the future and what to do next. The contrast was unreal. Jennifer couldn’t imagine how fast she got sucked into his world, completely under his spell and how fast she had let him take her heart.
Things were out of control and Jennifer hated that feeling. In all her previous relationships, she’d always decided how things would go. She had always been leading. But this time, she’d found stronger than her. Way stronger. It was a completely new level.
Jennifer knew it wasn’t about the money. Bruce could certainly do things that many other men couldn’t afford to do, but it wasn’t what made him stand out. No, it was something else: he was just so mysterious, deep, secretive, bossy, strong and at the same time, vulnerable, sensitive, and broken.
He’s rich, that’s for sure. He’s richer than most people on this planet. But what price did he have to pay to get there? Billionaire? Yes... but a dark one.
In the back of her mind, Jennifer expected to see Bruce coming and trying to hold her back. She knew he had guests to entertain, but she liked the idea that she was much more important, and that Bruce would run after her to make her stay.
It didn’t happen. He’ll probably call me later.
Jennifer heard the noise of a loud engine behind her, but it didn’t sound familiar. Bruce’s luxury cars usually sounded strong but much smoother and his sports cars were way more powerful. She couldn’t figure out what it was and went out.
In front of her, Jack - obviously embarrassed - opened the door and invited Jennifer to get into an old rusty green minivan.
That’s a joke, right?
Jack saw Jennifer hesitating and explained. “This is Mr. Wilson’s first car. His lucky van, as he likes to call it. He started his first company with it and says he will keep it as long as he’s in business. He insists you try it.”
Jennifer thought about Bruce’s ex-wife. If it was me leaving him back when he was driving that minivan, I’d never imagine he’d become so successful either.
