True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 118

The warm water fell freely all over Zoe’s body, in those moments she thought that at least she had won one over this Frenchman. She hoped it would get him off her back. Although her whole being longed for him to take her, that part of her sanity told her that she shouldn’t do it.

While the brunette stood under the rain of water, a male figure walked completely naked with feline steps towards the bathroom. Jean admired his wife’s figure through the shower glass. Making him want to f**k her even more.

He pushed open the glass door, scaring the shit out of his wife, who covered her private parts. Or well, she tried to.

-What are you doing here?

-I’m trying to save water, we’re showering together.

-As if you can’t afford water. He says reproachfully.

-The truth is, I want to take a bath with you, beautiful.

-No, go away.

But he ignored her complaints when he noticed her pink cheeks… she didn’t know whether to blame it on the steam or that she was actually anxious for him to be there.

He wrapped his hands around Zoé’s naked, slippery body, letting the water soak her muscular body as well. The water falling from Jean’s face splashed Zoé’s face.

-I want you, and that’s no secret to you.

-Jean, don’t… for God’s sake. I gasped.

To which he took that as an invitation… as he pressed his wet lips to her lips. It was sweet, cold and warm all at once. He didn’t know why, but he loved kissing her. She brought her arms around his neck.

As soon as the k**s deepened Jean turned his wife’s body against the wall… he attacked her neck with deep, sonorous k****s. K****s that could leave marks, but neither of them cared at the moment.

Jean parted the brunette’s legs and brought one hand to her s*x, drawing a hoarse m**n from his wife’s throat.

-You want it, I can feel it. You want me to penetrate you, to make you mine. Tell me.

-Jean, don’t do this to me,

-Tell me. I demand in a loud voice,

The stream of water still falling on their bodies, the blond brought his p***s to his wife’s tight vaginal cavity. Positioning the tip between her slightly swollen folds.

-F**k! No, no, no… m****d the young woman.

-Yes, because you’re mine. Only mine!

he says to thrust himself inside her…

-F**k! You’re on fire. She m***s.

-Oh, yes! Oh, yes! -G*****d the blond on top of her.

He penetrated her rapidly, while Zoe’s body rose with each penetration… the girl was on tiptoe as her husband’s height was monumental.

-Slowly Jean, it hurts. She was clinging to the wall, her breasts flattened against the tiles.

The Frenchman was hitting her so hard, she felt nothing but pain until one hand settled on the small bulge of her v****a. They were rubbing it so slowly that her legs were trembling from the sensation that was beginning to crowd her lower belly.

She was going to cum, just that position she would cum… and from then on she knew she loved being f****d like that.

-Don’t hold back beautiful, come on cum on my c**k. Fill me with you. The blond urges her.

-Oh, yes! Ahhhh, yessssss! She screamed as a warm liquid ran down her v****a and filled Jean’s c**k.

-Yessssss… baby, that’s so good. He said coming inside her at the same time.

Zoé’s shoulder is kissed, they were delicate and tender k****s… but she was not for that, after having that o****m the regrets came to her like a whirlwind. Knocking down everything in its path.

She felt bad, how had she fallen into the hands of that Frenchman again? Why the f**k did she have to be so weak?

-Have you had enough? He let out as dryly as possible.

-What? He pulls away from her a little.

-What if you’re already satisfied?

-What are you talking about?

-You got what you wanted from me, now I can take a bath in peace.

-What’s the matter with you? -Didn’t you enjoy it?

-No. -Lie.

This one, he clenches his teeth so hard they chatter. He was so pissed off… because he knew she was lying. What he didn’t know was why the f**k.

-Okay! He tells her coming out of the bathroom.

She sighs and bites her lips, she feels something warm mail down her cheek. A tear mixed with the water… she didn’t like to see Jean leaving upset with her, but she didn’t like to let herself be seduced by him either. Because she knew that he only saw her as an object to buy.

After all, he had met her in a strip bar. Even if she was a virgin, it didn’t mean anything. She was just the woman he f****d since she was the only one he had within reach of his bed. She wasn’t sure how long she would keep up this charade.

After showering, she went back to the room. But she found it very lonely, Jean was nowhere to be seen. She lay in bed looking out the window, she could see the stars from the balcony. Gradually he gave in to sleep.

Jean Dubois sat on the sofa in his office, swirling the glass with the amber liquid… it had all been so good in the bathroom. And she… she had simply ruined everything with her tasteless comment.

He took another sip, the liquid sliding down his throat burning him. But he didn’t care, he downed it in one gulp. He lay his head on the couch, he wanted her. He wanted her so badly, was he caring more than he should? Because if that was true, he was in serious trouble because he didn’t count on falling in love. At that he sits up straight.

-Falling in love? Falling in love with Zoe?

The blond blinked several times, he denied fiercely. That was impossible, such a thing shouldn’t happen. That would only ruin everything between them, love always destroyed everything. He had lived it with his parents, the perfect playboy with hundreds of women. And his mother, leading a very bad life because of him.

He still heard her crying at night in the solitude of her room, when her husband didn’t return at night. She never left him, she loved him so much. It was such a toxic love. And he was sure he would be exactly like his bloody father. As soon as he got bored of Zoe he’d look for another woman to satisfy him. He might be a bastard, but he didn’t want that woman to suffer.

The best thing to do was to prevent her from having feelings for him, and vice versa. And for that he would have to have a serious talk with Zoe. It was best for both of them. He lay back down on the couch and closed his eyes… then opened them again, so if that was his final decision, why the f**k didn’t he feel comfortable with her?

-F**k Jean! he exclaims to himself.

In the morning…

As soon as Zoé opened her eyes some rays of sunlight reached her face, turning around the girl notices that the side where her husband sleeps was empty. And it didn’t even look like he had been there. Something inside her tightened that made her feel uncomfortable. She bit the flesh of her lips, it was strange. She hadn’t felt anything like that before, but after she’d been with Jean things had kind of changed.

What was happening to her? She turned her body and looked up at the ceiling, brought her arm up to her face and covered her eyes with them… it didn’t look good, at least not for her. She suspected that she was falling in love with her husband.

-Still asleep? Jean’s voice made her hair stand on end. But she didn’t move.

-There’s not much to do, is there?

-No. You don’t need to do anything. If you need a ride somewhere, just call me and I’ll send a driver.

-Okay. She replies in the same position.

But she could hear her husband’s movements, as he opened the wardrobe and took things out. Well it was already Monday, the girl assumed she was going back to work.

-I’ll go to the office.

-I’ll go to the office.

-Zoe… calls her.

-What’s going on? -What’s wrong?

-We need to talk…

Those words sounded so dry and strong that the girl felt afraid… though she shouldn’t feel that way, if she hadn’t done anything wrong.

-About what?

-We.

She sat up at last to replace Jean almost dressed, he had his dress trousers on as he buttoned his shirt. She thought he was so sexy the fucker.

-What about us?

-I know it wasn’t stipulated that we get intimate, but I’ll pass. I want to tell you that I’ll try to respect your decision that I won’t… won’t touch you. Unless you consent to it. And well I… I hope this doesn’t confuse things.

-Confuse what? -This one frowns.

-That you harbour feelings for me. Believe me, that won’t happen from me, and I don’t want it to happen from you either, Zoé.

Well, having a bucket of cold water dumped on you doesn’t compare to having a bucket of cold water and ice cubes dumped on you. I was basically telling him, (don’t even think about falling in love with me) because I’m not going to fall in love with you… what the f**k! How could that man be so damned. And after having given her his virtue, he would come out with such blowjobs, she thought. Ha but I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure.