the world was on fire, and no one could save me but you
(titus danforth x reader)
Titus has always been there to protect you. Your entire life. He'll sleep with you, tell you he loves you, but tells his family he's seeing the hottest new socialite in town. You get sick of it, and hit the apps in a desperate attempt to get over him.
But when the guy you're seeing starts to show red flags that make Titus look like the world's most well-adjusted man, you start to worry that you're about to become a statistic.
OR: the one where you go on a date and don't tell titus, before coming to regret the decision immediately
inspired by a true crime tiktok i saw lmao
warnings: 18+, mdni! evil men (not titus), genuine fears of being murdered, reader makes bad choices in this (don't go on hikes with strange men!), dread, there will be smut and violence in the second part w/c: 3.6k
main masterlist // titus danforth masterlist
Keep your location on at all times.
Tell at least one person where youâre going, and where youâre expected to be.
Donât ever let them take you to a second location. Risk the injuries to stay where you are.
In the event that you are in a second location, leave as much evidence behind as possible. Hair, nails, jewellery. Take pictures and videos if possible, so your phone becomes an asset.
And most importantly: never trust anyone.
Youâve known Titus Danforth your whole life - youâve loved him, youâve loathed him, youâve done everything in between. As one of the lesser Families, you werenât subjected to quite the same rituals as him. Your family worked to serve the others. Do the grunt work, and be spared from the hunts and challenges.
Protection and networking with the most powerful people in the world.
Your parents hadnât planned on you falling in love with the Danforth heir.
As teenagers, the Danforth twins sought you out, as one of the only other people their age at each boring dinner party. Ursula became a confidant, Titus a lover.
He was your first everything.
If it had been up to you, he would have been your only everything.
But the third daughter of a second-tier family was never going to cut it. Not when Titus stands to inherit everything once his father passes.
By your twenties, heâs actively seeing other people. In private, he insists that itâs all for show, to appease his father, but youâre not so sure. Youâve seen the paparazzi pictures - full of the most gorgeous women in the world hanging off of his arm each night.
It eats you alive.
Of course, you still come when he calls.
When he turns up on your door, bloodied and bruised from a tough hunt, you tend to his wounds and kiss it better. When he invites himself into your bed, you let him do it each and every time.
When he tries to teach you self-defence, you laugh in his face.
I donât do hunts.
You might someday.
Your only shot of that happening would be if Titus marries you. An event which looks less and less likely with each passing day. Sure, Titus has never married - unusual for a Family member well into his thirties - but heâs also made no attempt to solidify whatever it is that he has with you.
Instead, he has rules.
If you wonât learn how to throw a punch, you have to know how to keep yourself safe in a world like this. Even knowing Titus puts you at more risk than most people.
And heâd never forgive himself if something happened to you.
*****
You think youâre making the biggest mistake of your life. Ankles crossed, you glance over at Tony, and try to tell yourself that you know him.
Youâve already been out on three dates, youâve been in his apartment before, and youâve seen his Instagram account.
Heâs not a catfish.
And yet.
After meeting on Hinge and chatting for a few weeks, heâd taken you out for dinner, and things had looked hopeful. You were out to get over Titus once and for all, while he was ready to get back into dating after his divorce a few years back.
When Titus had asked who you were meeting that night, youâd told him it was a friend from college.
The lie tastes bitter in your mouth, but itâs a necessary evil. Titus always gets strange whenever another man is in your life. You didnât see him for a whole year while you were dating your college boyfriend. Of course, he was on your doorstep the very night that you broke up.
Quite how he knew, youâll never know.
Youâre never going to build something new if heâs hovering over you at all times. Date two with Tony had been at some upscale bar - exactly the kind of place Titus would usually take you. You hate that it makes you like him more.
Date three felt more domestic: a quiet Italian spot downtown where he split his tiramisu with you and told you the truth about his marriage ending. They were on good terms, but after five years together, there was just no spark anymore.
No red flags.
No psychotic exes.
Just a lonely man, looking for companionship. The exact way you are.
"So," Tony had said, setting his wine glass down on the table. "For next time, Iâm thinking hike. More of an activity - to see how we gel outside of the wining and dining.â
Youâre a little surprised. Tony doesnât seem like the hiking type. Maybe heâs just trying to appeal to your interests. âYeah, that would be nice. Any thoughts on which one?â
âAh, let me surprise you, okay? I know a great one quite nearby. Incredible sunsets.â
An instant alarm goes off in your head, ringing with Titusâs voice. Never let a guy you barely know take you to a second location, let alone isolated woods, without a pin dropped. Unfortunately, your most recent experience with Titus involved watching him stick his tongue down some modelâs throat âfor the sake of appearancesâ.
You havenât spoken to him since, despite the many texts and voicemails left.
Titus doesn't get to dictate your safety metrics anymore - not when heâs the one who left you stranded in this emotional limbo.
Patience wearing ever thinner, you consider Tonyâs words. âNot even a hint?â
âWouldnât that ruin the surprise?â
Over the next week, you tried in vain to get some more information out of him, to no avail. He wouldnât even tell you what type of terrain it was likely to be.
Sneakers are fine, donât overthink it.
Heâs picking you up at 4:00 AM, so that by the time you drive out to the trail, the sun will be beginning to rise, and you can catch the views from the top.
In theory? Super romantic.
Titus only hikes if thereâs the promise of murder at the end of it.
Tony has a normal-person job, and youâd be able to leave all the LeBail business behind you with him. Which is how you end up in his car when itâs still dark, trying to discern where heâs taking you. Youâre pretty familiar with all the trails in the cityâs vicinity, and this highway doesnât lead towards any of them.
Youâre trying to ignore the anxious buzzing in your stomach, making polite conversation until Tony asks, âSo, did you tell anyone what you were doing today?â
An answer slips out before you can consider your words. âNo.â
Shit. Why did you say that?
âWell, I mean-â You stall a little, unsure of what to say, but suddenly desperate to get out of the car. âThink we could stop for coffee on the way? My treat.â
âNah,â He shrugs. âIâd rather just get there, if thatâs okay - we still have a decent drive, and I donât want to miss the sunrise.â
Your mind races through the geography of the area, desperate to find a logical explanation for this route. None exists. The highway is empty, swallowed by the thick fog of the pre-dawn hours, and his profile in the dim glow of the dashboard looks sharper and colder than it did over tiramisu.
"So," Tony says, his voice abruptly slicing through the quiet. The sudden shift in tone makes you jump. "You never finished telling me about that project at work. The one with the crazy deadlines?â
"Oh. Right," you lie, your throat dry. You force out a brief anecdote of your awful boss, leaving out how youâd rather be having your worst day at work than be here with him right now.
Five minutes tick by. The road narrows. The highway lines fade from bright white to a weathered, neglected yellow. Every instinct is screaming at you to do something. Anything - before itâs too late.
"Hey, Tony?" you say, keeping your voice light, aiming for casual but landing on brittle. "Actually, could we pull over at the next gas station? Or even just a rest stop? I really need to pee. Especially before we start a hike.â
Tony doesn't look at you. His grip on the steering wheel doesn't shift, his knuckles white against the dark leather.
"Nah, we're making great time right now," he says, a small, dismissive shrug of his shoulder accompanying the words. "Thereâs nothing out here for miles anyway. You can just do it when we get there. It won't be long.â
The dismissal hits you like a physical blow. You can do it when we get there.
You have to let someone know where you are. But who?
Youâre not sure that any of your friends are even awake right now. ExceptâŚ
Titus.
It always comes back to him. You weigh up your options - the smugness when he realises that he has to come and rescue you again. That he can mingle with movie stars and socialites, while the only men that are interested in you turn out to be losers and psychopaths.
When the alternative is death, the decision seems easy.
You slip your phone out of your pocket, and click on Titusâ number. You donât even tell Tony youâre making a call.
Come on, you think. Please pick up. Please still be awake.
Please please please please please please-
âHello?â
His voice is groggy and tinged with sleep, and the most beautiful sound youâve ever heard.
âMom!â You say immediately, barely sparing a glance at Tony. Youâve already decided that if Tony is as dangerous as you worry he might be, then phoning another man is not a good idea. âIâm so sorry to call so early, but I saw that youâd called last night.â
âWhat? Itâs Titus, kid. Is everything okay?â
Your heart is thumping against your chest as you will him to catch on. âI know! Itâs been too long - but Iâm looking forward to seeing you tonight. Just thought I should tell you that Dadâs gift is ready to be picked up. I was thinking maybe you could get it, since Iâm hiking today.â
Thereâs a moment of dead air on the line, and for one agonising second you worry that heâs hung up, or youâve lost signal. You stare straight out the windshield, watching the headlights cut through the pitch-black void, praying that the sharp, calculating mind that makes Titus so formidable in the LeBail circle is firing through his sleep-deprived haze.
"Hiking," Titus repeats. The grogginess vanishes instantly, replaced by a cold, razor-sharp focus. His tone drops an octave, all business now. "Where exactly are you?"
"Exactly! The weather is supposed to be beautiful," you say, your voice bright, breezy, and entirely unhinged from the terror clawing at your throat. You slide your thumb down the side of the phone, blindly feeling for the volume buttons, desperately trying to click them down so Tony can't catch the low rumble of a man's voice.
"Give me a location," Titus commands. His voice is low, but you can hear the rustle of sheets, the sudden shift of weight as he swings his legs out of bed. "Drop a pin right now if you can. What road are you on?â
âThe cell service isnât great out here, Mom,â You reply, continuing to smile even though your cheeks ache from the effort. âBut Iâll try and send some photos! Weâre headed east, so I think the views are going to be really great.â
"I can't track your signal," Titus says, his voice cutting through with an urgency that scares you. "The connection is degrading. It's dropping to a single bar. I need landmarks, or you need to get out of-â
âIs everything okay?â Tony interrupts, and you flinch slightly.
âFine,â You chirp. âSorry - itâs my dadâs retirement party tonight, and I just needed to tell my mom to go grab his gift.â Turning your attention back to the phone, you swallow. âGotta go, mom - Iâll call you later? Bye, love you!â
Titusâ voice comes immediately. âDonât hang up the phone-â
You donât. Instead, you drop it to your lap, with the screen turned inwards so that Tony canât see. âSorry about that.â
Tonyâs foot hits the brake, and the sudden deceleration jerks you forward. The car swerves right, leaving the asphalt of the highway behind, replaced by an uneven dirt trail.
"Wow, itâs really dense out here," you say, forcing your voice to stay loud and clear for Titus. "It looks so dark under all these massive oak trees. And that dried-up creek bed back there - is that part of the state park border, or are we on private property now?â
âI own this land with a couple of buddies - thatâs why it was such a surprise. Nobody else gets to use these trails, so weâll have the place to ourselves.â
Great. Your heart sinks a little further.
The car crawls forward another hundred yards before the headlights illuminate a heavy, rusted iron gate blocking the road. A thick chain and a massive padlock hold it shut.
Tony cuts the engine. âJust gotta unlock it.â
He pops the door open, and you consider your chances of making it if you start running now. Probably not great. Through the windshield, you watch his silhouette move into the beam of the headlights, his hands working at the heavy chain.
You whip the phone out of your pocket, bringing up the screen to check the call status, ready to scream a real landmark to Titus.
No signal.
Call failed.
You think you might cry.
All you can do is pray that Titus has enough information to find you. Nails digging into your palms, you force another smile at Tony, as he drives you further into the woods.
After what feels like a lifetime, he pulls into an opening, and you immediately start cataloguing all the information you can.
Thereâs another truck down at the end - hopefully a vehicle they leave here. Because if itâs not, you potentially have another assailant to deal with. The ground is a pale, hard-packed dirt ringed by towering, skeletal trees that completely shut out the sky. Dead leaves carpet the edges, and directly in the centre of the clearing sits a massive, looming stack of logs. Theyâre piled easily ten feet high - thick, weathered trunks of pine and oak, rough bark peeling away.
âYou bring all the girls up here?â You joke feebly.
âOnly the really pretty ones.â He offers a small, boyish grin that, just yesterday, you would have found endearing.
Getting out of the car, you note the direction of the highway. Itâs past about fifty metres of woodland, but you hope you could make it in a sprint. Maybe if you catch Tony off-guard. âHow long do you think the hike will take?â
âMaybe an hour? Hard to say - but we shouldnât rush.â
Terrifyingly, the cold Tony of the car ride is gone, and heâs back to date one Anthony. Maybe the LeBail paranoia has finally eroded your sanity, twisting a sweet, outdoor surprise into a psychological thriller. Maybe he really is just a corporate guy who wants to show you a sunrise. Maybe youâve been mis-reading it all, and actually-
Out of the corner of your eye, peaking out from under the logs, sits a shoe. A New Balance trainer, pale pink, and far too small to be a manâs.
The illusion of Date-One Anthony shatters into a thousand jagged, lethal pieces. The normal job, the Hinge profile, the vulnerable story about his divorce - it was all bait.
"Hey," Tony says, the heavy thud of his car trunk snapping shut behind you. You hear his footsteps crunching on the gravel, moving steadily closer to your back. "I grabbed the backpack. You ready to head down the trail?â
If you were to run now, he would undoubtedly catch you. Heâs taller, stronger, and far more familiar with this place than you are. Your only option now is to bide your time. âShall we take a pre-hike selfie? Compare it to the top?â
Your camera is open already, and you snap a few blurry shots of him. If you donât make it out of this, at least your evidence might stop it happening to other girls.
âOh, I donât think thatâs necessary,â He laughs. âWe can just do one at the top Ladies first.â
He gestures down the trail, and you have to fight back a wave of nausea. This is it. Youâre going to die, all because you wanted to get back at Titus for seeing other women.
What a silly thing to lose your life over.
Youâre hyper-aware of each and every footstep, checking for service at every possible second. Still nothing. âIâm actually kind of tired,â You try, one last time. âDidnât sleep too well-â
âWeâre here now.â Tonyâs tone invites no conversation.
You turn to keep an eye on the trail behind you, pretending to adjust the collar of your jacket, and the air leaves your lungs completely.
A shadow is moving through the trees. It isn't an animal. Itâs a man, wearing a dark canvas jacket, stepping silently off the main dirt track and into the brush, mirroring your pace. The driver of the mud-caked truck.
You have to get out of here. Now.
Biding your time is no longer an option. If you walk any deeper into these woods, you will be sandwiched between them, entirely cut off from the fifty meters of woodland that separates you from the highway.
You don't say another word. You don't make an excuse. You think you might die if you do.
Instead, you pivot on your heel and break into a blind, desperate sprint toward the direction of the highway.
"Whoa, hey! Where are you going?" he calls out, his tone mimicking normal, polite confusion for a split second. But as the distance between you grows, the fake concern twists into a venomous, roaring rage. "Hey! Stop! Get back here!â
You don't look back.
"Marcus!" Tony screams, his heavy footsteps crashing through the brush behind you, terrifyingly fast. "Marcus, she's running! Cut her off! Grab the bitch! I fucking told you she knew something!â
Your lungs burn like hot ash as you charge through the final thicket of briars. The trees begin to thin, and through the tangled branches, you finally see it: the steep, gravel embankment leading up to the highway. You know you only have one shot to get up. Tony is hot on your heels, and any mistakes will mean that youâre not making it out of these woods.
You throw your weight forward, scrambling on all fours, your fingers clawing at the gravel to pull yourself up.
"Get back here!" Tonyâs voice is a guttural roar directly behind you.
Just as your hands find the flat edge of the highway shoulder, a hand wraps around your ankle, tugging harshly. His nails dig sharply into your skin, pinning you to the dirt. The sheer terror infuses your muscles with a sudden, feral strength. You twist your body, kicking backward with your free right heel as hard as you can. Your shoe connects squarely with something solid - maybe his nose, maybe his jaw, you don't care.
He grunts, his grip slipping just enough. You wrench your ankle free, scrambling the last two feet over the lip of the embankment and onto the cold, hard pavement of the highway.
You stumble to your feet, spinning around. Tony is already rising over the crest of the hill, his eyes wild, sweat slicking his hair, Marcus just a few paces behind him in the shadows of the treeline. You are trapped on an empty road with nowhere left to run.
And then, a light.
From around the corner, a car appears. It blinds you, but you know that if you canât get this person to stop, there is no doubt in your mind that Tony and his friend are going to drag you back into the foliage and kill you.
You donât realise that itâs a Danforth sedan until it screeches to a halt a few feet away, door swinging open immediately.
The moment Titus leaps out of the car, the adrenaline that was keeping your legs moving completely evaporates. Your knees buckle, and you burst into heavy, violent tears, the raw sobbing racking your entire body as the pure terror of the last hour finally crashes down on you.
"Titus, oh my god-"
He closes the distance between you in two long strides, his powerful arms wrapping around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. He holds you with a crushing, protective grip, one hand cupping the back of your head, pressing you into his shoulder.
"I've got you," He mutters, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against your ear, thick with what might be worry? Youâre not sure youâve ever seen Titus worried before, even after twenty-five years of friendship. "I've got you, sweetheart. You're safe."
Safe.
You blink through your tears, looking over his shoulder toward the edge of the embankment where Tony had been standing just a second ago.
The shoulder is empty.
They're gone.
It should fill you with relief, but all you can feel is a complete and utter dread. They're still out there.
mhmmmmm part two perhaps with some smut and titus dealing with tony and marcus?
Summary: Jack is lonely and sexually frustrated. Through all of the nights of going to sleep unsatisfied, he decides to take measures into his own hands. He searches for a camgirl to watch and stumbles upon you, his Cherry Darling. As Jackâs obsession with you grows, he finds out that you may be a lot closer to him in reality than online.
Lovergirlnote: Whew yâall, this was a ride with writing, but I really enjoyed bringing it to life! Once again, thank you all so much for supporting me and showing love! I appreciate yâallđĽšâĽď¸
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), camgirl!reader, sex work, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, unprotected sex (m/f), dark!Jack, obsession, murder, stalking, fingering, blackmailing, dubcon, daddy kink, kind of medical kink?, vagina inspection kink(I think that may be all, but let me know if I got forgot)
Jack Abbot is lonely.Â
Thereâs no other words or synonyms that he cares to use to explain his situation. Each day after his shift, he does the exact same routine. Call it familiarity or call it the years of army training, but Jack canât find it in himself to break this pattern.Â
Itâs lonely without having the distinct laughter of his wife permeating through the walls of the house. Itâs lonely not being able to slot his body against hers and smell the body cream that sheâd been using for ages.
Itâs lonely to not feel the intimacy of human touch, or the sweet pleasure that comes with connecting with another fellow human being.Â
Which leads Jack to another revelation.Â
Heâs so incredibly horny.Â
His body is craving that oh so sweet relief that courses through your veins when you climax. He misses the full body shudders that racked through him when he would cum.Â
Heâs already done the obvious. Jackâs jerked off more in this current timeline than he did when he was married. Contrary to popular belief, Jack Abbot is very tech savvy. Heâs just a traditional man and prefers to do things the old way, such as still using a fax machine.
Heâd considered getting one of those fleshlights, but the ideas of pumping his dick inside a rubber toy and wasting his cum just sounded like so obscure. The fleshlight wouldnât moan or tell him how he good that he was making it feel. And the fleshlight surely wouldnât be warm or tighten around him as it climaxed. So yeahâŚtoys were out of the question.
He knows that thereâs apps now that he could utilize to get a quick hookup, but Jack doesnât want that. He doesnât just want a quick fuckâhe wants intimacy.Â
He wants to feel the other personâs body undulating beneath his as he licks the sweat from their body. He wants to hear the loud, wet squelching that comes from good pussy.Â
He wants a woman.Â
He does what any normal man does, he pulls up the good oleâ porn sites. He spits crudely in his hands and wraps it around his dick. He breathes a deep sigh of relief at the first tug. Jack navigates to the videos of women pleasuring themselves. Heâd always been a sucker for watching a woman know her body and bring herself to a climax.
Normally, heâd be able to jerk himself off, cum, and go to sleep. But tonightâs different. Every single video that Jack clicks on just feels wrong. Thereâs no excitement or heat building in his stomach. In one video, itâs clear to him that the woman is faking it by her high-pitched and over exaggerated moans.Â
It turns him off even more when she starts to make her voice more child-like.Â
Those type of vibes had never been for Jack when it came to picking out his porn. He likes when he can tell that the person is actually in pleasure. He wants and craves realness. Not something thatâs been overproduced and oversaturated to please boys who donât know the first thing about making a woman cum.
Jack sighs before tucking himself back in his boxers. He continues to search endlessly for the perfect site and video, and it all proves to be futile.Â
UntilâŚ
An ad pops up one of the sites that heâs on.Â
Are you lonely and looking for companionship? Maybe you just a want a release after a long day. Our girls are ready to make all of your fantasies come true. Click the link and journey into your sensual experience of a lifetime.
Curiosity gets the best of Jack, and he clicks on the link. The first thing about the website that catches Jackâs eye is how the website looks. Itâs pink, elegant, and hyperfeminine. He can tell that the website design has a distinct womenâs touch to it.
Sensual Desires is the name that flashes across the top of the screen in a neat cursive font. Jackâs impressed by what heâs seeing so far. Heâs used to vulgar simplicity of most other porn sites, but this is different.Â
His eyes flicker over to the tab that says live camshows. He never actually considered the fact that he could watch the women live, instead of some prerecorded video.Â
Before Jack can journey into the live cam sessions, the website prompts him to make an account. Heâs also surprised to see a list of rules outlined as heâs making the account.Â
Rule #1: Always respect the women. That means any rude, disgusting, and perverted customers will be blocked from the shows and website permanently. No derogatory comments allowed!
Rule #2: Do not request underage play, or anything related to minors or children. You will be blocked and reported.
Rule #3: No sharing any of the womenâs private information.Â
Rule #4: Tip the women well. They work hard to put on a show for you all. Compensate them well.Â
He clicks the box to acknowledge that he understands the rules. Jack signs up with the username silverfox. Heâd heard a few nurses jokingly referring to him as a Silver Fox, and he figures that the name is appropriate for his username.Â
The screen loads and show Jack a bunch of different live shows that are happening now. He clicks the button that has âpreview,â which gives him a sneak peak into the shows. He swallows at the sight of the woman bouncing up and down on a hot pink dildo shaped like a tentacle.Â
Itâs hot for sure, but itâs not quite what Jack is hoping for tonight. He continues to stroll through various pages until he stops suddenly.Â
He looks at the username: cherrydarling17 is now liveâŚ.
Jack looks at the preview where you sit with your legs beneath you. He can only see the bottom half of your face and your pretty lips, but nothing to be able to make out your whole appearance.Â
Jack runs his eyes across your frame, which is adorned with a pink floral set. The cups are mesh, and he peeps the sight of your dark nipples beneath the cups.Â
You run your hands up and down your body slowly. Just as youâre reaching for the strap of your bra, the preview ends. Jack hurriedly clicks to join the stream. He doesnât want to miss a second of the show.Â
The screen loads and finally Jack can see you again. You pull down the other strap teasingly as you flash subtle peeks of your nipples.Â
You move your head down slightly and chuckle, âSeems like we have a few eager boys tonight. You know the rules, you pay to see whatâs next.â
The chat blows up more as the viewers pay to get more of a glimpse at your gorgeous body. Seemingly satisfied with the flow of the money, you finally appease your viewers by dropping the bra.Â
Jack feels himself hardening in his briefs as he finally catches sight of your body. He canât help but drool a bit at the sight of your breasts and nipples. You move your hands up to palm at your breasts, tweaking the nipples between your fingers.
Jack finds his eyes wandering down to your still covered center. He can see the way that youâre moving your hips for some form of friction.Â
He wants more. No. He needs to see more of you. Before he knows it, heâs taking out his debit card and putting the information in.Â
He types in the chat as you read.
silverfox: $200 to see you take off your underwear. $400 to see between your legs.
Your glossed lips quirk up, âLooks like you all may have some competition. For you silverfox, Iâll honor your request.â
You sit up and toy with the edges of your underwear. Jack sticks his hand in his briefs and pulls his dick out again. You start to shimmy the underwear down your legs. Your mound is bear and Jack figures that you make more money this way.
If he had it his way, youâd never have to shave yourself again. Heâd worship and bury his face so deep inside you to show you how much he liked your hair.Â
You hold the panties up to the screen to show Jack and all of the other viewers the wet spot that covers the seat of the underwear.Â
âI guess you all got me wet already, and we havenât even gotten to the best part of playing.â You sit back with your legs still closed before you slowly start to open them.Â
Jack leans over and allows the glob of spit to trail from his mouth and onto his dick. He twists his hand upwards just as you fully open your legs.
Jack lets out a loud, desperate moan at the sight of your glistening folds in the light. The chat blows up with comments and tips as all of the other viewers enjoy the sight of you.Â
âIs that good enough for you, silver fox?â You ask, using your fingers to spreads yourself open more. Jack cant help but try to memorize every detail of you in his mind.Â
He looks at the slick that flows from your hole, which clenches around nothing. His mouth waters at the sight of your pearl that looks like itâs begging to be touched.
silverfox:Â youâre perfect sweetheart. Iâd be willing to pay a lot more to see you play with yourself.Â
âFingers or toy?â You ask him, and for a moment, Jack feels as though youâre talking to him.Â
silverfox:Â fingers first. I want you to warm yourself up and then if youâre good, Iâll let you use a toy.Â
By the way that your breath hitches, Jack can tell that you like being told what do. You trail your fingers down to your center and run them through your soaked folds. Your hips jerk as the tips of your fingers touch your clit. You trace small circle around the throbbing pearl as you moan softly.
You have Jackâs full attention. Heâs not even jerking off at this point. Heâs just watching. When he stuff two fingers into your hole, Jackâs heart beats faster. He looks at the way that hole stretches to accommodate your fingers, and he canât help but yearn to taste you.Â
You get into a rhythm of thrusting your fingers inside of yourself while your other fingers circle your clit. You moan and hump your fingers faster and faster.Â
A loud moan leaves your pretty lips as Jack and all of the other viewers watch you cum. This is what Jack craves. This is that raw pleasure that he seeks to be apart of.Â
You drag your fingers from your core and present them to the camera. Jack can make out the slick that clings to your fingers. You bring your fingers to your mouth and suck your release from them. This causes the chat to go crazy as many of the men comment on how they wish they could be the one tasting you.Â
Jack wishes that he could too.Â
âNow, I get to play with my toys. Question is, are we feeling the blue one or the clear one?â You hold both of the dildos up to the screen for the viewers to decide.Â
Jack thinks hard about the choice.Â
silverfox:Â $600 for the clear
âMy, my silver Fox, you really know how to spoil a girl. Clear it is,â You said, placing the blue off to the side.Â
You open a bottle of lube and rub it across the dildo before positioning it at your entrance. âI hope youâre touching yourself, silver fox because Iâm imagining that itâs you.âÂ
You notch the bulbous tip at your entrance before beginning to slot it in. Jack grips the base of his dick as more precum begins to pool out from his tip. He moves his hand up softly as he watches your walls stretch to accommodate the toy.Â
âMmmmâŚitâs so big,â you moan, and Jack can tell that you arenât faking it. He imagines that youâd say the same thing to him as heâs sliding inside you.Â
Due to the opacity of the toy, he and the other viewers are treated with slight peek of your pink walls.Â
For the next fifteen minutes, Jack watches you thrust the toy in and out of yourself as more of your slick pools beneath you. At the same time, he jerks off to the rhythm of your thrusts.Â
âRight there baby, keep that same pace, Iâm almost there,â Jack moans, twisting his hand faster.Â
âIâm so close,â you whine through the screen.Â
Yours and Jackâs releases hit at the same time. Your thighs shake as the orgasm consumes you, and Jack watches you clench around the toy.Â
At the same time, long ropes of cum shoot from his tip and cover his shirt. Jackâs surprised by the sheer amount of cum that comes from his body, and by the time that itâs over, he feels drained. He hasnât cum like that in a long time.Â
You slide the toy from your center with a soft pop and present it to your audience. You hold it up to your lips as your tongue flicks out to taste your release. You donât stop until the toy is completely clean.Â
You smile, âThat felt so good. Thank you all for tuning in and for making tonight special. Iâll see you guys soon for the next session.âÂ
You give a little wave before the show ends.Â
Jack is left sitting there with the cum staining his shirt, but he does come to one scalding realization.Â
He needs to see more of you.
A week later when Jack comes in on the day shift, heâs noticeably in a better mood. Heâs never been one to take his emotions out on others, but he is known to be a bit grumpy at times.Â
Robby frowns when he sees Jack smiling brightly, âAre you possessed or something?â
âNo, Iâm just in a good mood,â Jack answers.Â
âRight. You mind helping out in Room Five?â Robby asks, to which Jack nods. Robby calls your name and you perk up before walking over to him and Jack.
âWould you mind helping Dr. Abbot out in room five?â Robby asks, eyes flickering between you and Jack.
âYeah sure,â you said, turning to Jack and waiting for him to start walking.Â
While Jack has a major online crush on Cherry Darling, he also has a huge real life crush on you. Youâd been working at the hospital for about a year, and youâd made quite the impression on the entire department.Â
Jack had heard all the chatter about the new nurse on day shift, who was stealing everyoneâs heart. He also didnât miss the whispers of everyone about how pretty they thought you were.Â
Jack figured that it was just the classic case of ânew kid on the blockâ until he finally had the chance to meet you for himself. You had filled in for one of the night shift nurses who had caught the flu.Â
When Lena first introduced you to Jack, he felt like his brain was short circuiting. You smiled all pretty at him before getting to work. Not only were you pretty, but youâd proven to be a brilliant woman.Â
There were certain things that you were catching before the residents themselves.Â
Jack finally had a chance to speak to you in debt when you turned to face him, âHey, Iâm going to get a coffee. You want one?â
âYeah thatâd be great. Thank you,â Jack said. He spent the next minutes watching you walk down the hallway and admiring the way that you made the scrubs look good.Â
After a while, you came back and slid the cup over to Jack. He was honestly expecting to get a taste of the horrible cafeteria coffee, but was pleasantly surprised at the taste.
You chuckled, âFrom the look on your face, I assume that you were expecting something gross.â
âSânot you, I promise. The coffee here isnât known to be the best,â Jack responds, taking another sip of the coffee.Â
âTrust me, I learned that on my first day here, so Iâve been bringing my own ingredients from my supply, including the instant coffee.â
For a moment, something warms in Jack. You actually had offered him coffee from your personal supply and took the time out to make it for him. Sure, thereâs a brief moment where he guesses that youâve probably done this for other people in the Pitt, but he pushes that thought aside because he likes the idea that heâs special to you.Â
It unlocks something darker in Jack. Something heâs not ready to come to terms with yet.Â
âWell, I appreciate it a lot, kid. Thanks.â He states. You give him a nod before returning back to charting.
Now in the present as he walks alongside you down the hallway, he reflects on how deep his crush is on you.Â
âShouldnât you be resting before you actually have to come in, Dr. Abbot,â You tease, throwing him one of your signature smiles.
âI should in theory, but I heard about the accident and figured Iâd come help. âSides thereâs still time for me to go home and nap,â Jack explains. However, he knows that he wonât be napping. Heâll be too busy strolling through his Cherry Darlingâs videos and cumming to them before going to sleep.Â
âYou need a hobby, and not your little SWAT rendezvous either. Something thatâs not this place, you know? Something fun,â You said.
âWhat do you suggest? I hope you donât say golf because I havenât gotten to that point yet.â
âHuh, I thought all old white men liked golf,â you said, smirking at him.
Jack laughs loudly, âHey, sweetheart, Iâm not that old. If anything, Robbyâs the dinosaur here.â
âSure, Dr. Abbot, whatever helps you sleep at night.â You tease before bumping his arm with yours. Jack finds himself smiling at the playful gesture before he returns it.Â
Soon, youâre both in room five working on the patient. Jack likes how you can just anticipate what he needs before he has to speak it. Working on shifts with you is much easier and peaceful.Â
He allows himself to think about how life would look with you outside of the Pitt. What were you like at home? How was your house decorated? Did you like to watch crappy reality shows and curl up with takeout? Did you walk around the house in a pair of your skimpiest panties and an oversized tee?
You consume Jackâs thoughts for the remainder of his time helping out. Even when heâs heading out the door to go sleep, you tease him.Â
He walks out of the Pitt with a smile on his face. Maybe you actually reciprocate his crush.Â
Back at his house, Jack plops on the couch before pulling out his computer. He logs back into Sensual Desires before navigating to Cherry Darlingâs page.Â
He observes the amount of followers that she has and knows that she deserves it. Just from the show that he saw, he can tell that she takes her content serious.Â
He navigates through all of her videos and clicks on the most recent prerecorded one. In the video, Cherry Darling sits in her room with a soft pink lingerie set covering her brown skin.Â
Jack likes the fact that she builds up the foreplay for herself and the viewer. Before long, he watching as she bounces up and down on a flesh colored dildo. Her juices run down the toy as she moans in pleasure.Â
Sheâs turned away from the camera so that the viewers can watch her cheeks as they ripple beneath her own thrusts.Â
Jackâs cumming in perfect sync with his Cherry Darling as she shakes from the pleasure. At the end of each video, sheâs always polite enough to say thank you.Â
Each video only serves at making Jackâs yearning for you grow deeper. He wants to spend every second of his time watching you.Â
Two months later
Notification from cherrydarling17: Hi everyone, Iâll be doing private sessions and custom videos over the weekend if you want  to sign up. There are only 10 spots available, so I hope to see you there.
xoxo,
Cherry đÂ
Jackâs pretty sure that he didnât even sign up for the army as fast as he signs up for the chance to have a private session with his Cherry Darling.
The excitement of it all builds up throughout the week. Then comes the overthinking. What if she felt creeped out by him? What if she thought that he was some old and disgusting pervert?
What if she didnât like him?
For a moment, Jack considers cancelling his session with you and just going back to watching his videos until he sees a notification from the sensual desire website.
*New message from cherrydarling17*
Cherrydarling17: Hi! I saw that you signed up for a private session with me, and Iâm excited to meet you. I just wanted to check and see if you had any special requests..like is there a specific color that you want to see me in on Saturday, or is there something that you want to see in particular?
Jack swallows down the nerves. She was really trying to make sure that he had a good experience.Â
Silverfox: Hi, thanks for the message. Iâve actually been really nervous about our session. But if itâs possible, could you wear something blue? In terms of other things, Iâm fine with watching and going from there. I just really want to see you feel good.
Cherrydarling17: I have the perfect set in mind, donât worry!đAlso, itâs normal to feel nervous. If it helps, you donât have to show your face. I just want us to have the best possible time together and for you to get your moneyâs worth. Thanks for subscribing!âĽď¸đ
Her words put Jack at ease, and he feels more prepared than ever to spend some one-on-one time with his Cherry.
On Saturday night, you change into the navy blue set that you have prepared for your last session with silverfox. You slide the sheer stockings up to the knees before moving to your spare bedroom, which acted as your studio.Â
You had got into camming over two years ago when you decided to try to make some extra cash. You had found Sensual Desires through a mutual friend and signed up. You liked how the website was women-owned and how the founders cared about the safety and wellbeing of their creators.Â
It wasnât long before you had become one of the top creators.Â
It was a bit hard at first with making videos, but then you reminded yourself that even though the viewers were paying, it was still all about your pleasure.Â
As a nurse, you made a pretty decent salary, but you still wanted to have extra money to buy yourself the things that you desired.Â
No one at the Pitt knew about your little side hustle. To them, you were just the sweet, extroverted nurse that everybody got along with. There were too many big mouths at the Pitt, so you didnât want to risk sharing that part of your life with anyone.
Plus, you werenât ready to have all of the scrutiny and stares that came with people finding out.Â
You were thoroughly intrigued with the man behind the username, silverfox. Since he first joined your live show, heâd been consistent with supporting you. Each one of your videos were liked and commented on by him. He also tipped you well on regular videos and live shows.Â
You liked him more than your other viewers because he was actually sweet and considerate of the time and effort it took to put on your shows. Unlike some of the other viewers who wanted you to tire yourself out, silverfox was consistent to reminding you to take breaks or take a second to drink water.
Heâd tip you $100 if you drank water and took time to recuperate after having an orgasm.
So when you saw that he had signed up for a private session with you, you couldnât help but feel excited.Â
Most of the other slots were men who wanted you to use various toys or degrade them in some fashion. One man wanted you to boss him around and call him your bad puppy, while he barked and whimpered.Â
It was interesting experience for sure, but you got a nice $2,500 out of it so you wouldnât complain.
As you set up your computer, you canât help but think about Jack Abbot. Truly, there wasnât a moment where you didnât think about Jack. Sure you had a little crush on the man, but who didnât?Â
Through your moments of interacting with Jack, you cherished each and every one. Though, you werenât sure how the man felt about you.Â
There were moments where you both would share jokes and dry quips or a coffee, but nothing further. Youâd caught him staring at you across the room a few times, but he did that with everyone.Â
Plus, you really didnât want to fall into the line of gossip for starting an affair with one of the attendings. There was enough chit chat about Robby and all of the other nurses to go around.Â
So you decided to just be content with the cards that youâre dealt with.Â
Turning on the camera, you make sure that your body is perfectly positioned and only part of your lips visible.Â
Right at 9:00 PM, the site lets you know that silverfox has joined. You take a deep breath to ease the nerves before admitting him to the session.Â
Your breath hitches at the sight of the man sitting with only the bottom half of his face showing along with his toned body in the black t-shirt. Thereâs something distinctly familiar about him that you canât put your finger on.Â
You smile, âWow, are you usually this on-time for everything, or were you excited to see me?â
He chuckles, âYes to both. Iâm always on-time and I was really excited to see you. You look gorgeous by the way.â
You glance down at your set before moving closer so that he can see you more, âThank you, after you picked the color, I knew the perfect set that I wanted to wear tonight.â
Thereâs a beat of silence. You can tell that thereâs still some nerves on his end.Â
âWhy donât you tell me where youâd like us to start? We can keep talking and ease our way into things,â You suggest.Â
âYeah, Iâd like that. Umm..whatâs your favorite color?âÂ
You giggle, âI actually have two. I like blue and green. Whatâs yours?âÂ
âBlue. Whatâs your favorite fruit?â
âCherries, hence the username,â you respond.
For the next twenty minutes, you and silverfox use the time to talk to each other and learn surface facts. He learns that youâre obsessed with Moschino cherries and that you have cherry stickers on literally everything. You learn that his favorite movie is Roman Holiday, and the movie he always cries to is Steel Magnolias.
Truthfully, you almost forget the other portion of the session or the fact that youâre sitting in a lingerie set while you talk to him.
You donât feel like you have to feign interest in him. You just are.Â
The conversation shifts to something more erotic when you feel bold enough to ask him his favorite position.Â
âIâm more of a missionary guy. I like to see my partnerâs face while Iâm making them feel good,â He states, shifting in the seat.
âYou seem like the type who thoroughly worships a woman. Like her pleasure is yours,â you point out.
âIt is. I like watching the person Iâm with give into that pleasure. Itâs sexy getting to watch the way that their body freezes for just that tiny second before they cum.â
You squeeze your thighs together at his tone. On the other side of the screen, Jack can see his words are affecting you.Â
If only, you both knew who was on the other end of the call.Â
âWhy donât you take your bra off for me, sweetheart? Let me see you.â
You sit up and reach behind you to unclip the bra as it falls down your chest. Jackâs throat bobs at the sight of your breasts. He imagines what itâd be like to touch you.
âYouâre perfect, baby. Everything that I ever imagined.â
A smile graces your lips, âThank you. What do you want me to do next?â
âI wanna see you make yourself feel good, sweetheart. You know that dildo that you have, the one thatâs similar to my complexion? Grab that one for me.â
You nod before moving off to the side to grab the toy. You carefully sit down, ensuring that your face is still hidden.Â
âGood girl. NowâŚtake off your underwear and spread your legs for me,â Jack orders softly. You swallow roughly at the praise before obliging to his orders.
Jack trails his greedy eyes down your perfect body to your perfect wet center. Heâs never seen anything more beautiful than you.Â
âLook at you, so wet and so needy. You should get that toy all wet. Show me how you would suck me off if I was there,â He demands.Â
You hold the toy up to your lips as your tongue comes out to trace at the faux veins. You slide the tip into your mouth as you move in and out of your mouth. Jack palms himself through his sweats at seeing your lewd actions. He imagines how heâd look in your throat.Â
âPush it deeper baby.â
You do. A soft gag leaves your mouth until you adjust. As you pull toy out, a thin line of saliva follows.Â
âYouâre so good baby. Now let me see you fuck it.â
An hour and thirty minutes later, you nearly collapse as the last orgasm racks through your body. On the other side of the screen, Jack tries to catch his breath as his cum stains his hand and chest. He can still see your thighs shaking and the puddle that had formed under you.Â
âYou were so good for me tonight. Now, I want you to go get a glass of water and drink it. Mâgonna sit right here with you for a while until I know that youâre okay,â Jack said.Â
You nod and shakily stand on your legs. You procure a glass of water before sitting down to drink it in front of him. Even over the screen, Jack wants to ensure that he gives you proper aftercare.Â
âAre you all good now?â
âYes, thank you for that. No oneâs ever been that considerate.â
Jack nods and flicks his tongue to lick his lips, âYouâre welcome. As long as Iâm around, Iâll always make sure youâre taken care of.â
Little did you know, heâs planning to be around for a very long time.
Jack continues his private sessions with his Cherry darling. He finds that he becomes more and more enamored with the girl behind the screen. It isnât just lust. Jack actually cares about her wellbeing.Â
During the day, he still finds himself drawn to you. There are some instances of overlapping shifts where he talks with you, and you both still share the same familiar joke.Â
Neither of you suspects the obvious connection that you share.Â
Well not at first.Â
Thereâs something that makes Jack pause when he comes to help out on day shift. You place your Stanley cup on the desk beside Jack after you take a sip of water. He takes sight of the cherry stickers that litter across the bottle. He swears that heâs seen the exact same bottle in Cherryâs videos, but he quickly dispels the thoughts.
Those were pretty common stickers. There was no way that the pretty nurse who he had a crush on was also the same woman who heâd been cumming to.Â
The second coincidence comes in the break room when Jack spots you casually stabbing your fork into a mini to-go container, which has surprise, surprise Moschino cherries in it.Â
Jack swallows nervously, âWhat ya got there, kid?â
âOh, just a few Moschino cherries. Theyâre my favorite.â
âNice, make sure you donât give yourself a sugar rush. Canât have you jittery on a case,â Jack jokes, trying to brush off the nerves.Â
You chuckle, âDr. Abbot, Iâm already sweet and jittery. Itâs a little too late for the warning.âÂ
He laughs, despite the pit in his stomach trying to convince him that youâre his Cherry. Maybe heâs finally lost it. Maybe heâs been spending so much time with Cherry and crushing on you simultaneously that heâs managed to combine you and the woman into one person.Â
Unfortunately for Jack, the universe only proves to get more and more crueler to him. You had managed to accidentally nick your arm on a door in a rush to help out with one of the cases. You donât notice the small stream of blood as it trails down your arm, but Jack does.Â
He calls your name gently, âCome here for a second. You have a cut.â
You follow Jack to the hallway, where there arenât many people, and he gently grabs your arm in his hands as he dabs at it with alcohol pads.
âWhatâs the prognosis, doc? Can we save my arm?â You ask teasingly.
Jack chuckles as he grabs a nearby bandaid, which happens to have cherries on it. âI donât know, kid. We may need to send you up to general surgery.â
âYeah, and whoâs going to foot that hospital bill?â
Jack looks up at you, âIâd pay for it.â
Thereâs a brief pause of silence as the older man stares into your eyes and still holds your arm in his firm grasp. You can feel the beginnings of the butterflies creeping up in your chest.Â
âGood to know that I can depend on you, Dr. Abbot. Thanks by the way.â
You gently remove your arm and walk down the hallway. Jack keeps his eyes on you the entire time.Â
Later in the week when he has another session with his Cherry Darling, he feels his heart drop down upon seeing the Cherry bandage on her arm. The exact same Cherry bandage that heâd placed on you earlier in the week.Â
âWhat happened to your arm, sweetheart?â
He waits patiently and eagerly for your response.Â
âOh, I got hurt at work. Itâs nothing major, I actually forgot that it was there.â
Itâs only during the session that Jack takes extra special care to compare and contrast the details between you and his Cherry.Â
He finds that there are no differences and he wonât find any.Â
Because you and his Cherry Darling are the exact same person.
Quite frankly after the revelation, Jack doesnât know what to think. You were Cherry Darling. Youâre his Cherry Darling.Â
The realization stirs something dark and possessive inside of Jack. Heâs appearing on more day shifts just so that he can be close to you. Heâs openly flirting with you a lot more, much to Robbyâs surprise.Â
Being around you also unlocks the jealously.Â
Youâre a beautiful woman. Everyone in the hospital can attest for that fact. Which means that you naturally bring a lot of attention to yourselfânamely male attention.Â
Jack spots Langdon flirting with you and glares openly at the younger man as he makes you laugh. You reach out and touch Langdonâs shoulder as you laugh at his joke. Jackâs sure that itâs definitely not that funny.Â
He moves over to you and Langdon, âIf you two want to continue laughing like children, I suggest a playground. My ERâs not the place to do especially with how many patients we have,â Jack states, all hints of malice in his voice.Â
You and Langdon flinch at his words before Langdon moves to go check on a patient.Â
You nervously bite at your lip, âSorry, Dr. Abbot. It wonât happen again.â Jack hates the way that youâre looking at him now. Like youâre afraid.
He never wants you to be afraid of him.Â
Not you. Not his Cherry Darling.Â
So he decides to make it better. He starts by looking up custom necklaces on a website. By the time that heâs done designing it, heâs satisfied that itâll make up for his snapping at you. Even though, you wonât even know why.Â
He also purchases another gift for your play sessions together.Â
He opens up the text thread that he has with you. Heâs deciphered by now that this isnât your real number and only a spare that youâre using.
Silverfox:Â Hi, I was thinking about you and I wanted to get you something special. Is there a P.O. Box that I could send it to?Â
Jack watches from across the room as you take your phone out. A small smile crosses your face.
Cherrydarling17: awww youâre spoiling me now. You can send it to P.O. Box 99BA Pittsburgh, PA. Thank youâĽď¸
Silverfox:Â Anything for you, sweet girlđ
On Saturday, Jackâs sitting outside of the mailbox that you had mentioned. Youâre smart enough to choose a mailbox thatâs an hour away from your house. But you truly underestimate just how much heâs interested in you.Â
He slumps down in his truck as he peers at you through the window. You walk into the mailbox looking radiant as ever. Itâs different for Jack to be see you wearing normal clothes.Â
Heâd seen you in scrubs and lingerie, but never a simple pair of jeans and a halter top. He admires the two puffs that you have your hair in.Â
You walk out of the mailbox holding the box that contains his little gifts for you. He even took the liberty of wrapping it in cherry wrapping paper along with a big red bow.Â
He canât wait to see you wearing and using it all.
When you make it home, you set the box eagerly on the table. This wasnât your first time receiving gifts from your subscribers. Thereâd been plenty of lingerie gifts, money, and tech that had been sent to you. But with silverfox, you feel like itâll be a little more different. With how he takes care of you during the sessions, youâre sure that his gift will be a little more thought.
As you open the box, you gasp at the sight of the lingerie in the box. You peer at the tag which has Agent Provocateur attached. However, from the intricacy of the design, you can tell that he had it custom made for you.Â
You set the lingerie aside carefully as you pick up the smaller velvet box. You can contain barely the squeal of excitement that leaves your mouth upon seeing the necklace that has âCherryâ written on it in cursive font, along with a small cherry charm to the side.Â
You canât help but eagerly take the necklace from the box and clasp it around your neck. You open your phone camera to get a look at yourself.Â
Moving it lower, you snap a picture of the lower half of your face along with your neck containing the necklace.Â
cherrydarling17: I love it sooo much, thank you! Also thank you for the setđĽšđ
Your phone buzzes not even a minute later.
silverfox: youâre welcome, sweetheart. Anything for my special girl. Did you see the last gift?
You move the rest of the tissue paper, revealing a pink box. Open it, you see a pink dildo rests in the box. It has a card on the side.
Dear Cherry,Â
I wanted to get you a little something to show my appreciation. But I also wanted to give you something to heighten our time together. I know youâre probably thinking that this is a standard dildo, but itâs a little more special. Thereâs a camera attached to the tip. I enjoy watching you play, but I figured that it would be even sexier to see what you look like inside when youâre clenching and cumming around those toys.
I was hoping we could use it at our next call, but if youâre uncomfortable with it, I completely understand. Itâs controlled by an app that you can install on your phone. Instructions are in the box.Â
 xoxo,Â
Silver Fox
Cherrydarling17: Iâve never used one like this before, but Iâd love to explore with you.Â
Silverfox: Iâm happy to hear that. Weâll do things at your pace, sweetheart
Cherrydarling17: âĽď¸
Jackâs obsession with you only grows. He wants to be with you at all times. On his days off, he follows behind you, and you truly donât suspect a thing.Â
Not even the fact that heâs logged into the cityâs street cameras to watch and make sure that youâve gotta home safely. Not the fact that a tracker is sitting under your car thatâs directly attached to your phone.Â
Not even the fact that heâs using all of his resources to be on cases with you. You seem pretty oblivious to it all.Â
Itâs cute, really.Â
Trinity leans over to you and lowers her voice, âIs there something going on with you and Dr. Abbot?â
You frown, âWhat? No, why would you ask that?â
âOh, come on. You canât be that clueless. Heâs been pulling you to assist on all of the cases that come through here. Mohan was definitely free, and he sidelined her for you,â Trinity explains, lifting her eyebrows.Â
âI donât know what you want me to say, Trin. Itâs strictly platonic. Maybe he just likes how we work together.â
As much as you would love to believe that Dr. Abbot likes you, you quickly push the delusions aside.Â
âFine, suit yourself. But you owe me $30 if itâs true,â Trinity states, holding her pinky out.Â
You chuckle before twisting your finger with hers.Â
Unbeknownst to you, you miss the way that Jack stares at you from across the room. Of course, you donât even notice that heâs taken one of your scrunchies from your locker, and he has it stuck in his pocket.Â
Later that week, you set up all of your equipment as you prepare for your call with Silverfox. Youâve already downloaded the app onto your phone and tested out the quality of the camera. Itâs about as clear as any professional camera, which leads you to the conclusion that the man spent a lot of money on the toy. You had even gone the extra mile of connecting the app to your computer so that he would be able to see when the session began.Â
You get ready in the lingerie set that he bought and make sure to moisturize your body. At 8:00 PM, you officially start the call, checking to make sure that your face is concealed.Â
Little did you know that your efforts are pointless at this point. Jack already knows who you are, but he doesnât have any intention of letting you know that.Â
You smile brightly when you see him. By now, Jackâs able to deduce that itâs a genuine smile. You arenât just pretending because heâs paying you.Â
âHi,â You said.Â
âHi, sweetheart. Howâs your week been?â Jack asks.
âItâs been good, kind of stressful. But Iâll survive,â You respond, laughing a little.Â
Jack smiles, âIâm sorry to hear that itâs been stressful. A pretty girl like you shouldnât have to worry about anything. If you were mine, Iâd have you sitting down and enjoying yourself.â
âYeah? Youâd take care of me?â
âMhmm, Iâd give you whatever you wanted, no matter how much it cost,â Jack said.Â
âMaybe Iâll take you up on that offer someday. But enough about me, how was your week?â
You and Jack engage in a conversation about his week. Heâs intentionally left out the fact that heâs a doctor. Unfortunately, Pittsburgh is one of those places that you could quickly deduce between medical professionals, so Jack doesnât want to take that risk.Â
It isnât long before the tone shifts. You eagerly slide the toy over before presenting it to Jack.Â
âI need you to get yourself all warmed up first, sweetheart. Let me see you play with yourself,â Jack orders.
âOkay, daddy.â
Jack feels the puff of pride in his chest at the name youâve bestowed upon him. It wasnât intentional on your part. It just kind of happened. There was one session that you had with Jack where you were using the dildo that he said closely resembled his dick with a vibrator pressed to your clit. The combination of you stimulating yourself and Jack talking you through it is what caused the name to slip out as you came around the toy. Jack remembers that day wellâitâs actually one of his favorite memories. He can remember the way that your body shook and the small squirt that ejected from your pussy.
But his favorite part was seeing those tears run down your face. Even though he couldnât see your full face, it was enough to see only half of it. In response, he came harder than he had before.Â
You trail your fingers down to your covered center and start to rub your fingers up and down. You move closer so that he can see the dampening material.Â
âDonât be shy, baby. Pull them to the side,â Jack said.Â
You obey, your manicured fingers pulling the material to the side to show Jack his favorite girl. He groans loudly before sliding his hand beneath his pants.Â
âSheâs so pretty, baby. But your clit looks a little lonely, why donât you give it some love?â
You collect some of your slick and guide it upwards to your clit, where you start rubbing and circling your fingers. Soft moans fall freely from your lips as you stimulate the bundle of nerves. Jack watches the way that your body undulates to meet your movements. You slide two fingers down into yourself before curling them to hit that spot inside of you.
âFeels so good, daddy. I like to imagine that itâs your fingers,â You said.
âYeah? You want my fingers inside you, sweetheart? If I were there with you, Iâd spend all my time making you feel good.â
âI want you so bad. Can I see your dick now?â
Jack obliges and pulls his weeping dick from his sweats. Your eyes zero in on the precum that leaks from the tip. You wish that you could get your mouth on him.Â
âHow about we test out our new toy, Cherry?â
You nod before sliding your fingers out and sliding them along your tongue. You slide your soiled panties off and toss them to the side. Sprading your legs for his view, you carefully slide the toy inside of yourself. Clicking the button activates the camera feature. You tap on the computer, and Jack is breathless at the sight of your pink, wet walls as they enter his sight.
âFuckâŚâ
You giggle, âDâyou like what youâre seeing?â
Jackâs mouth feels dry. He has to grip the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming early. He swallows roughly, âYeah, sweetheart, youâre perfect.â
And you are. Obviously, Jackâs been to medical school. Heâs done a few rotations in gynecology and studied female anatomy more than heâd like to admit. But this. This is something else. Seeing the inside of your pussy is something that transcends Earth for him.Â
âSlide it a little deeper, sweetheart.âÂ
You slide the toy back farther just as Jack starts to slide his hand up and down his length. The sight of the entrance of your cervix fills the frame of the camera. In all of Jackâs years, heâs never seen anything or anyone more perfect.Â
For a moment, he wonders if youâd ever consider letting him do a vaginal exam? Would you let him spread you open so that he could see the contours of your pussy up close and personal? He supposes that heâll have to ask you one day.
You hold the toy in place. âIs that what you wanted to see, Daddy?â
âYeah, sweetheart, youâre perfect. Every single part of you is perfect.â
As Jack continues to watch your walls contract around the toy, he comes to a startling realization. He canât live without you now.Â
Youâre clueless about the storm thatâs brewing.
Unlike everyone else who works at the PTMC, you actually favor a steady work-life balance. When you first came, you saw how stressed and drained everyone looked after a shift. Sure, you knew that Emergency Medicine was hard work, but you werenât about to allow yourself to get lost in it. You were a team player through and through, which meant you sometimes stayed when things got backed up.Â
But you were also very clear on your boundaries. You werenât afraid to tell Robby no when it came to coming in. Your days off were strictly for you.Â
Which is why you find yourself on your second date with a guy named Alex that you met through mutual friends. You and Alex had naturally clicked through your first date and decided to keep things moving. Heâs smart and funny, and quite frankly, he doesnât work in healthcare, which is a huge relief.Â
You like how detached Alex is from the medical world.Â
Jack Abbot has always been a very watchful and observant man. He likes to pay attention to the small details that others would miss, which includes knowing that his Cherry Darling is deviating from her usual routine.Â
Right about now on your day off, you should be going to your yoga class. Not sitting across from some prick and smiling lovingly in his face.Â
âI really like you. Youâre smart, beautiful, funny. I mean I could go on and on, but I just really like spending time with you,â Alex said.Â
Jack can make out the smile that crosses your face at the younger manâs words. How could you be entertaining someone else when he was willing to give you everything you wanted?
For you, this feels good.Â
It feels good to be desired and wanted out of being a doctor and even outside of being Cherry Darling. Sure, silverfox seemed to care for you, but youâd never actually meet the man in real life. Besides, for all you knew he could be married with kids.Â
But Alex is real. As he sits across from you and grabs your hand, you feel the sparks of excitement rush through your body. For the first time, you feel giddy and nervous.Â
This feels real.Â
You lock your fingers with Alexâs glancing down at how good they look together.Â
âI like you too, Alex. Iâd really like to see where this goes.â
You canât possibly hear the sound of Jackâs heart shattering as he sits across from you.Â
He feels something that he hasnât quite felt in a long time. Grief. Itâs all consuming and creeps between the space of his ribs. He compares the distinct ache to the same pain that he felt when his wife has passed away.Â
Only this time, he can actively change the outcome of this event. He canât possibly lose you now. Not when heâs fallen so deep for you.Â
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Jack has to excuse himself to go outside and take a deep breath. He knows that youâre only doing this because of him. Even just thinking about the other manâs name brings a bitter toiling through his stomach.Â
He knows that this is serious between you and the younger man because he overheard you gushing to Samira about how much you liked him.Â
It hurts. He feels so replaceable.Â
Two weeks later, youâre filling in on the night shift for one of the other residents. A nasty case of food poisoning that Jack may or may not have had a hand in.Â
The Pitt is calm. A little too calm, but everyoneâs too suspicious to comment on it. You all stand by the front desk, charting and waiting on the next case.Â
Lena gets a call and looks up at you all, âIncoming. Latino Male. Late 20âs. Motorcycle accident.âÂ
Everyone perks up at the desk before looking at each other to see whoâll be assisting. âIâll help out,â you state, moving alongside Jack to meet the EMTs.Â
Like clockwork, they push the gurney in just as you and Jack step forward. You freeze at the sight of the man lying on the gurney.Â
âAlexâŚâ
Your concerned eyes flicker over the manâs bloodied and swollen face. You donât even hear Jack calling your name.Â
Jackâs eyes flicker over to Ellis. âEllis, scrub in for me. John, take her to the break room.â
You donât even register Shen pulling you along with him to the break room. Your thoughts race to Alex lying on the gurney. You had joked with him about the motorcycle being a death trap, but he assured you that he was always careful.Â
How could this have happened?
Inside the operating room, Jack calmly directs Ellis and the nurses on what tools to hand him to stop the bleeding. With the severity of Alexâs injury, Jack determines that it still not enough. He knows that he could save Alexâs life.Â
Every emergency room doctor knows that every second counts when it comes to saving a life. Jack knows this, itâs been something thatâs kept him going for years.Â
Which is why he waits seconds and accidentally misses a step when it comes to saving Alexâs life.Â
He thinks of all the seconds that Alex took away from you both spending together.
Why should he give Alex more time to steal you away? Jack knows that every second counts, which is why he doesnât try nearly as hard to save Alexâs life as he flatlines.Â
âCall it,â Jack announces.
âHispanic male. Late 20âs. Time of death 3:30 AM,â Ellis recants softly. She sighs, shaking her head and snapping off the gloves.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence for the deceased young man lying on the bed. Perhaps, he had a bright future ahead of himself. It doesnât really matter now.Â
Jack will gladly appease his grieving family with a tale of doing the best that he could. Which in his mind is true. He did do the best that he could.
He did the best that he could to keep you.Â
You look up, concern painting the edges of your irises. Jack hates how much you care about the other man.Â
âIs he okay?â You ask timidly, almost like you know the answer already.Â
Jack sighs, running a hand down his face. âIâm sorry, sweetheart. He didnât make it. We tried everything we could, but the internal damage was more severe than we thought.â
The tears leave your eyes quicker than you realize. You openly sob with your head bowed into your hands.Â
âOh sweetheart. Hey come hereâŚâ
Jack pulls you into his arms, gently shushing you and rubbing your back. He canât fight the warmest that spreads through his body at the feel of you pressed against him. You cling to him tightly as your tears soak through his scrubs.Â
âHow about I take you home? Youâre in no condition to be here like this.â
Youâre about to protest until Jack holds a hand up. âNo, buts, sweetheart. I canât have you or our patients at risk. Let me drive you home.â
If you were in a better state of mind, your mind would register that youâve heard that exact same soft domineering tone before.Â
Fortunately for Jack, you arenât.Â
âOkay, thank you Dr. Abbot.âÂ
âYouâre welcome. Go get your things from your locker.â You wipe your eyes before exiting the break room. Jack finds himself staring up at the fluorescent lights filled with dead bugs. He supposes that some of the bugs have been in the ceiling way before his time.Â
Itâs unnerving how calm he is about the whole situation. However, it doesnât phase Jack because it was all for you.Â
He wouldnât apologize for that.Â
Soon, youâre sitting next to him in his truck. You lie your head against the window as you watch the city pass by.Â
Jackâs eyes flicker over to you, âYou doing okay over there?â
âYeah, itâs just surprising. I was just with him the other day,â you said.Â
âIâm sorry. Lifeâs fleeting, sweetheart. One minute weâre here and the next weâre not. Iâm sure he knew how much you cared about him.â
Jack wants to pat himself on the back for how reassuring he sounds. He knows that he has to play his part of  being supportive even though he could care less about your boy toy being dead.Â
He glances down and spots that youâre wearing the necklace that he got you. âThatâs a really nice necklace,â Jack said.Â
You reach down to grab the necklace between your fingers. A soft smile crosses your lips, âThanks, someone really special got it for me.â
It takes every morsel of strength for Jack to not reach over and kiss you. He was special to you.Â
A few minutes later, he pulls in front of your apartment. Youâre so out of it that you donât even question how he knows your address.Â
âThank you for driving me home, Dr. Abbot,â You said, smiling softly at him.
âSâno problem kid. Take care and donât be afraid to reach out to me if you need anything.â
Two Months Later
You pick yourself back up after Alexâs death. The police had ruled it as an accident following reviewing the damages to Alexâs motorcycle. No one would ever suspect that Jack had been the one to sabotage the bike.Â
You grow closer to Jack. Youâre back to sharing the same jokes with him, but this time, you both lean a lot closer to each other.Â
You resume making videos, but this time, you only make them for him. You still have your private sessions together, and he pays you well. Almost more than you make with your current paycheck.Â
He still stalks you in his free time. Jack reckons that heâll tell you that you need to be more watchful of your surroundings once you both get together.Â
Itâs a random Thursday. Youâve volunteered to cover Ellisâs shift while sheâs out of town. Itâs one of those rainy days that you dread going out in. The type of the day where you want to curl up under a nice blanket and sleep all day.Â
At the end of your shift as you get to your car and try to turn it on, nothing happens. You turn the key into the ignition a few more times. Nothing.Â
Pulling out your umbrella, you go to the front of the car and pop the hood. You donât know why you do this. Youâre the farthest thing from a mechanic. Besides, even as you look down at the car, it all looks like a combination of Tetris pieces.
Before you can pull out your phone to call for an Uber, Jack rolls up in his truck. He rolls the window down, âHey, sweetheart, is everything okay?â
âNo, my car wonât start. Iâm not sure whatâs wrong, but Iâm gonna just call an uber.âÂ
âDonât do that. Iâll take you home. Free of charge,â Jack suggest.
You shake your head, âNo, itâs okay, Dr. Abbot, you donât have to do that. I wouldnât want to inconvenience you.â
Jack chuckles. If only you knew. âItâs not an inconvenience. Look, Iâd hate for you to get into a random strangerâs car and have something happen to you.âÂ
You think it over before nodding. You grab your things from your car and lock the door before making your way to Jackâs truck. Always the gentleman, heâs already gotten out of his truck to open the door for you. You slide into the seat before buckling your seatbelt.Â
Jack slides into the truck before driving off. He turns up the heat when he notices that youâre shivering.Â
âThank you, Dr. Abbot.â
âJust Jack, sweetheart.â
âOkay, thank you, Jack,â you said, laughing a little at the end.
The side of Jackâs lips quirk up, âWhatâs funny?â
âI donât know, it just feels weird to call you Jack, especially outside of work.â
âI get that, but I donât want you to feel like you canât. Weâre both adults, so please, no Dr. Abbot,â Jack said.Â
A few seconds of comfortable silence passes as Jack navigates through the streets. You glance at him, âYou know that thereâs rumors going on about us?â
Of course he did. Jack was privy to all of the gossip going on in the hospital. âWhat are they?â
âWell, the first one is that you and I are secretly seeing each other and sleeping together on the low. The second one is rather interesting, people seem to think that we may be married. But thereâs also a rumor going about you and Mohan. But people also seem to think that I have something going on with Mateo,â you explain.Â
While Samira had been the object of Jackâs desire at one point, you had sharply replaced her. The thought of you and Mateo together makes his stomach hurt.Â
âQuite the rumor mill. Howâs that make you feel? Them putting you together with an old man like me?âÂ
You frown and turn to face him more, âYouâre not old. I mean you are older, but you look good. A lot of the nurses dig the silver hair.â
He smirks, âWhat about you, kid? You like the silver hair?âÂ
Itâs your turn to smile shyly as you laugh nervously. You clear your throat, âYeah, I think it suits you nicely.â
âGood. I like your hair too, you know. The braids are always pretty, but you look gorgeous when you wear your natural hair out,â Jack said, glancing at two puffs that adorn your head.
âThank you. I didnât think you paid that much attention to me.â
Jack fully stops in front of your apartment before putting the truck in park. He turns his attention fully to you. âSweetheart, you always capture my attention. You make the shifts much better.â
Your expression softens. Jack reaches out to start caressing your face. He leans forward and you naturally mimic his movements.Â
The first press of Jackâs lips against yours sends a shock through your system. You canât help but sink further in his hold to press your lips harder to his. A soft moan escapes your lips when Jack slides his tongue between your lips.Â
He groans at the feeling of finally being able to taste you. Jackâs tongue caresses yours. He lightly nibbles at your bottom lip before pulling it back and letting it pop into place.Â
Heâs about to go in to kiss you again when you pull back.Â
You lick your lips nervously, âMaybe, we shouldnât be doing this. I mean youâre one of my attendings, and I wouldnât want it to come off like I slept my way to the top, you know? Everyone already notices how you pick me for most of the cases.â
Jack frowns, âHey, I pick you because youâre talented and intelligent. Not because of my crush on you. I like you sweetheart, but I understand if you want to stop this.â
He really doesnât understand, but heâll play the part for now.Â
âItâs not that I donât like you, Jack. I do. I just want to be safe about everything.â
âOf course. Weâll take this at whatever pace you want to.âÂ
âThanks Jack. Iâll see you later,â You said, pressing a light peck against his lips.Â
âYouâre welcome. Take care, kid,â He states, watching you exit the car. His fingers lightly trace his lips where he can still taste your lip gloss staining them.Â
Jack reaches down under the cup holder to take out the lip gloss that he stole from your locker. Thereâs still some residue from your brown lip liner coating the tip of the lip gloss. Jack brings the lip gloss up to his lips and applies some.Â
Itâs almost like youâre still here with him.
Jack flips the burger on the grill as Robby stands next to him. He had to find some other alternative way to spend more time with you out of work, so he bit the bullet and decided to host a bar-b-que for everyone.Â
Youâre across the yard, holding a cup and laughing at something that Frank says. Jack frowns at the sight.Â
Even with the man being married, he was still sniffing after you. Jack surmises that heâll just plant some drugs on him later to teach him a lesson.Â
Right now, though, he takes the time to admire you. The sundress that youâre wearing stops at your thighs. Youâre glowing and the faint smell of your perfume wafts in Jackâs direction.Â
âYouâre staring again,â Robby comments, taking the spatula from Jackâs hands.
âSânor my fault that sheâs so gorgeous,â Jack said, turning back to the grill.Â
Robby leans in and lowers his voice, âIs there something going on between you and her that I should know about?âÂ
How exactly does Jack say that youâre a cam girl and Jackâs been watching you for months and cumming with your name on his lips? Or even the fact that heâs done some pretty unhinged things to keep you to himself?Â
âNope, nothingâs going on,â Jack said.Â
After the food is done, you all sit together at the long table in Jackâs backyard. He purposefully sits next to you, despite the fact that he notices that Whitaker is about to sit next to you. One sharp look makes the younger man tuck his tail between his legs and go to sit beside Robby.Â
You take a bite of your burger and moan, âThis is really good. I didnât know you were such a good cook.â
Jack smiles, âThereâs a lot that you donât know about me, honey.â
If there was an imaginary camera, this would be the moment that Jack would look into it and wink. Conversations flows steadily throughout the table. Jack tries to pay attention, but his gaze keeps falling to you.Â
He moves his hand closer to you and touches your thigh where your dress has moved up. Itâs easy to brush it off as just an accident, but you and Jack both know that itâs not.Â
You donât make any move to move his hand, so Jack lightly skims his fingers up you thigh. You tense and press your thighs together.Â
You look at him from the corner of your eye as he gives you a small sly smile.Â
As the dinner continues, Jack continues to caress your thighs much to the oblivious nature of your coworkers.Â
After dinner, everyone helps to clean up and now thereâs just casual conversation and drinks. The night continues to wind down and everybody starts to bid their goodbyes to Jack, along with words of gratitude.Â
Youâre about to leave when you feel a gentle tug on your arm. You turn to face Jack. âCould you maybe stay a little bit? Thereâs some things that Iâd like for us to discuss.â
âSure,â you said, going to sit back on the couch. Robby eyes you, but doesnât press the issue as he passes Jack to go out of the door.Â
âGood luck,â Robby said, clapping Jack on the shoulder.Â
Jack closes the door, ignoring the giddy feeling that he has at having you here in his home.Â
He sits next to you on the couch, leaving some distance. You smile, âSo what did you want to talk about?â
âI wanted to talk about us, or at least the potential of us. I like you a lot. Youâre intelligent, beautiful, and I just would really like to have the opportunity to get to know you more, even outside of work.â
Which is partially a lie. Jack knows everything about you. From the way that you like to order your coffee to the brand of tampons that you like to use during your period. He even knows your social security number if you want to get technical.
âReally? You donât care that everyone would start to talk?â You ask.Â
âNo. But I want you to know that I care about your reputation. Youâre a brilliant doctor, so Iâd never want to do anything that would jeopardize your career, so if you wanted to keep this under wraps, Iâm fine with that. I just want to be with you,â Jack said, turning and grabbing your hands in his.Â
âOkay, letâs do it. Honestly, Iâve been crushing on you for a while, but I just never felt that you saw me that way. Iâd love to explore this more, Jack.â
You and Jack stare at each other. He takes the opportunity to lean forward to connect his lips to yours. Somewhere through kissing him, you end up straddling his lap.Â
You werenât planning for things to go this way, but quite frankly, youâre horny. Youâre craving the feeling of having a man actually touch you. For so long since youâd become Cherry Darling, you had been making yourself cum for otherâs pleasure.Â
You want to feel wanted. You want to have a man who actually values your pleasure and needs. The only man whoâs actively done that was silverfox, but you werenât gonna be meeting the man in real life anytime soon.Â
Jackâs arms come around your backside where he slides his hands beneath your cheeks to feel your skin. You moan as he drags your core across his jeans. By now, the panties that youâre wearing are soaked through. Jack can feel your wetness seeping through his jeans.Â
âYouâre so pretty, sweetheart. I wanna see every part of you,â Jack states, kissing the sides of your neck.Â
You stand from his lap and kick your shoes off first. Your hands travel beneath the dress to slide your wet panties down your thighs. You smile mischievously before flinging the soiled material in Jackâs direction.Â
His eyes darken and your jaw drops when he brings the wet material up to his nose and inhales deeply. You just donât know how long Jack has been waiting to smell you.Â
He stuffs the panties into his jeans, âLift your dress and let me see her.â
Your clit throbs at his words. You grab the hem of the dress before exposing yourself to Jack. He swallows at seeing your mound. Itâs one thing to see you on camera, but this is much better. He can see your curly pubic hair and all he wants to do is bury his face there.Â
You let the hem of the dress fall before grabbing the straps and sliding the dress down your body. Jackâs eyes slowly track across your body, taking in all of the familiar parts that heâs only seen over the camera.Â
âYouâre perfect, baby.â
He sits and up and pulls you to sit on his lap.  Your back is to his chest and Jack pulls your legs apart to set over his thighs. Your core is fully exposed to the cold air.Â
Jack presses his lips to the side of you neck, sucking light marks on the skin there. He brings his hands up to cup at your breasts. He rolls your fingers through his fingers, âYou donât realize how long Iâve waited to see you, honey. Every day, just watching you walk around in those scrubs with that pretty smile on your face. Thereâs no one like you.â
âJack,â you whimper as one of his hands come down to trail through your wet folds.
He spreads his fingers and runs them across your throbbing pearl. You buck your hips in his grip. âShhh baby, Daddyâs got you. Mâgonna make you feel so good.â
Jack slides two fingers inside of your wet heat. He moans simultaneously as you at the feel of your warm walls gripping his fingers. Heâs dreamed about feeling you wrapped around his fingers like this.Â
Curling his fingers up inside you, Jack presses against you spot that makes you whine and grind down on his fingers.Â
âSâthat the spot, sweetheart?âÂ
âYes Daddy. Youâre making me feel so good,â You whimper out. Jack smirks, thereâs his Cherry Darling. The audio of the computer didnât do your moans justice.Â
Jackâs other hand moves to close our your throat. He tightens his grip around your pleasure points, âYouâre all mine now, baby. Iâm never letting you go. You understand?â
You nod dumbly. You can only focus on how good heâs making you feel. Your fingers claw at Jackâs arms as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you. The loud, squelching of your pussy is music to his ears.Â
âMâcoming, Daddy,â You said, your wide eyes meeting Jackâs.
âItâs okay, baby. Let go for me,â he mutters. You walls clench tightly around his fingers as your release consumes your body. Your body writhes in Jackâs holds, but he continues to stroke his fingers across your throbbing pearl.Â
Jack slides his fingers from you and places them on your tongue. You clean his fingers obediently. He angles your head up and presses his mouth to yours. The kiss is downright filthy as Jack greedily slurps the taste of your from your tongue.Â
âYou taste just as good as I expected,â He states.Â
You let out of a gasp of surprise when Jack picks you up and walks over to the kitchen counter. He lays your body upon the cool marble counter. You shiver at the feeling.Â
Jack slides his shirt over his head. Your eyes trace down his frame and how good he looks for his age.Â
You frown upon seeing the white gauze upon his chest thatâs taped down. Your fingers lightly trace over it. âWhat happened?â
âJust a little accident. Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart,â Jack said.Â
Before you can think further on the gauze, Jack connects his lips to yours again. You both pass kisses back and forth as your fingers fumble with his belt.Â
Jack doesnât even get his pants down fully before heâs notching the tip at your entrance. Your walls part to accommodate his wide length. Your mouth forms an âOâ at the fullness of Jack as he sinks deeper into you.Â
He cradles your body to his before pulling back out and thrusting into you again. Jack grabs the back of your head and angles it down.Â
âLook at how good we look together, baby. You see how well you take me? You were made for me.â He punctuates each word with a thrust. Your breasts bounce against the brutal nature of Jackâs thrusts, but it all feels so good.Â
âPlease, Jack, I want more,â you beg, tears creeping onto your waterline.Â
Jack lays your body back upon the counter before pushing your legs towards you ears. He looks at the white slick that forms at the base of his dick.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Iâll give you whatever you want,â Jack said, glancing at the cherry necklace sitting upon your neck.Â
He leans down to slide the chain between his teeth.Â
You can only tighten around him and scream out in pleasure at the sounds of your skin slapping against Jackâs.Â
The feeling of Jackâs deep thrusts combined with the stimulation of his pelvic bone hitting your clit has you whining.Â
âJack, Iâm close again.â
âItâs okay, baby. Cum for me,â Jack orders softly. He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. He stares deeply into your eyes as your orgasm hits. Tears stream down the sides of the face.Â
It only turns him on more. Jack presses deeper inside of you when he feels his release creeping up the edges of his brain. He groans loudly before slamming himself as deep as he can and cumming inside of you. The ropes of cum spurt against your womb.Â
âYouâre so perfect, honey.â
The following morning, you wake up to the feeling of Jack cuddling you to his chest. Thereâs a pleasurable ache between your legs. After your rendezvous in the kitchen, Jack had taken the liberty of making love to you all over his house.Â
You lost track after orgasm five. Jack had been kind enough to give you a shirt and pair of boxers.Â
Gently, you pry his arm off of you before walking to the bathroom. Inside, you conduct your business before moving to wash your hands.  You look at the numerous love bites that litter your skin and smile.Â
You had never felt more worshipped than you had last night. Jack Abbot had taken you to the stars and beyond.Â
Walking back into the bedroom, you make your way downstairs to grab your phone. You pull up to the CVS app and navigate towards the wellness section. Your add a Plan B to your cart before walking back upstairs.Â
You feel at your throat gently and frown at the absence of your necklace. You turn on the lowest setting for your flashlight as you search for the necklace.Â
You kneel onto the before aiming the flashlight under the bed. You spot the discarded necklace before dragging it to yourself.Â
However, you pause as the familiar item catches your sight. Your scrunchie is beneath Jackâs bed. It makes you pause because you didnât wear a scrunchie to Jackâs house. You grab it and catch sight of a small box.Â
You peep at Jack, who is still sleeping. You grab the box and quietly pull it in your direction. Your heart beats faster at the name written on top of the box.
Cherry Darling
Lifting the lid, your heart drops into your stomach. Thereâs numerous pictures of you inside the box. Thereâs some of you at work, some of you out and about. Itâs the ones of you taken in your apartment that make you queasy.Â
A small plastic baggie lays flatly in the box. You hold it between your fingers and quickly drop it at seeing the bloodied tampon inside. Thereâs writing on the front:Â 06/17/2026 cherryâs tampon.Â
You fight down the bile that creeps up your stomach. Much to your horror do you spot the alternator from your car.Â
Itâs the last object that truly makes you sick. A watch. Not just any watch. Alexâs watch.Â
âYou werenât supposed to see any of that.â
You jump at the sound of Jackâs voice before scrambling backwards. Your gaze settles on the man as he stands on the opposite side of the bed. You hadnât even heard him get up. Casually, Jack walks to the lamp in the room and turns it on.Â
You donât know whatâs worse. How calm he looks or the soft expression on his face.Â
He walks to your side of the bed and you quickly move back. His eyes soften more, âYou donât have to be scared of me, Cherry. I did all of this for you. I just wanted to have you.â
He walks closer and kneels in front of you, âThis doesnât have to be a scary thing. I care about you, I really do. See, youâve been on my mind day and night. I didnât even know that you and my Cherry Darling were the same person. Not until I saw that band aid that I put on you that day. From that point, I knew that I needed to be with you. I mean, what wouldâve been the coincidence of you being the same person. Itâs clear that weâre meant to be together.â
Tears fill your eyes, âYou hurt Alex. You lied to me, Jack.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. I just didnât want to deal with the possibility of losing you. Youâre everything to me. Now, we donât have to just interact over a screen. We can just be us,â Jack states, smiling gently.Â
He looks down at the white gauze on his chest. He smiles, âI even got a surprise to make this more special for us.âÂ
He gently peels at the tape revealing a tattoo. In black cursive font is âCherry Darlingâ with cherries sitting next to the writing. The room feels like itâs spinning, even as you sit on the floor.Â
Jack walks over to pull you to your feet, âSay something. Say anything.â
âYouâre crazy. You canât expect me to be with you after all of this, Jack,â You said, the fear course through your body.Â
âI do expect us to be together after all of this. After all Iâve done to prove my love to you. You may not believe it, but I do love you, Cherry. I think you feel just as strongly as I do, or at least you will. Youâre not leaving me,â Jack mutters darkly.Â
âIâll run.â
He chuckles, âThereâs not a corner of this Earth that I would leave untouched if it meant that I had to get to you, sweetheart. Besides, no matter how far you go, Iâll be there. What? You think youâll ask Robby or Gloria for a transfer to another hospital? Baby, Iâll make sure that no other hospital will take you.âÂ
He walks around you to go to his laptop. He opens up a folder and shows you all of the photos and videos from your live streams. âIf you think about leaving, Iâll ruin you. Youâll lose your license. All that youâve worked for.â
The hot tears feel like lava as they travel down your face. You now openly sob in front of Jack, who closes the computer and walks over to you. He cups your face in his hands.Â
His concerned eyes meet yours, âCherry, I donât want you to be scared of me. Iâd never do anything to jeopardize your career. I meant it when I said that youâre a brilliant doctor. I just wanted to show you how far Iâd go to keep you. I love you, Cherry.â
He takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours. Initially, youâre stiff to his affections, but you canât fight the way that your body gives into his.
Jack pulls back to stare at you, âIâm gonna make you so happy. Just like you make me happy.â
He pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your temple.Â
âHand me your phone,â he orders.Â
Wordlessly you pass the device over to him. He effortlessly types in the passcode to your phone before navigating to the CVS app. You watch as he deletes the Plan B from your cart.Â
Jack looks up at you and smiles, âYou wonât be needing that.â
âDonât worry, Cherry. Iâll always be here to take care of you.â
When Did You Get So Hot? - Animal Kingdom SMAU - PT. 37
+18 MDNI
pt. 36 / pt. 38
summary: reader learns something that has her shook
content: pope cody x fem!reader, age gap (reader is around deran's age), VERY lewd conversations, craig is nosy as fuck, pope being a sweet baby angel
a/n: PLOT TWIST!!!!!! iâm sadly not going to be daily posting anymore âšď¸ real life is getting in the way đ but the next chapter should be ready to go in the next couple days AND ITâLL BE FULL OF FILTHY SMUT!!!!!! - taglist is closed!
Andrew âPopeâ Cody x curvy f!reader - I have no idea where this came from??? I thought of it while I was in the shower, and once I got to writing it just started pouring out of me. MDNI, 18+
Andrew âPopeâ Cody who very quickly takes advantage of the fact youâre the first ones in the hot tub on a slow night in at the Codyâs. The other guys were inside changing into their trunks and letâs face it - pregaming for even a chill night in the jacuzzi. You climbed in first, smiling at Pope as he held his hand out for you to hold while you got in. You sighed at the feeling of the warm water against your skin, oblivious to Pope ogling the itsy bitsy bikini on your body. If this was the last sight he saw before he died - the way your nipples peeked through your top from the contrast of the cool night air, and the warm bubbles against your skinâŚthe feminine way the bottoms hugged your soft lower belly and cushy upper thigh - heâd die a happy man.
Pope loved the parts of you that you thought were âpudgy.â You reminded him of those white, marble statues of Greek goddesses draped in the finest linens and adorned in lavish necklaces and head pieces. He loves laying his head on your tummy as you run your manicured nails through his auburn curls. He loves driving down the road, windows down, with his freckled hand on the meaty part of your bare thigh.
And speaking of bare thighs, he loooves when you wear those teensy denim shorts where your ass hangs out a little. You get insecure about the cellulite under your ass cheeks, but he reassures you by constantly grabbing and smacking your ass whenever you walk around with them on. Doing laundry? Heâs coming up behind you and grabbing both cheeks in his hands while putting his head on your shoulder. Prepping lunch for him and the guys? Heâs walking by and giving it a hard smack on his way to grab a beer from the fridge. You + daisy dukes = a man possessed.
He climbs in after you, and before you can even get comfy heâs on you like a fucking jungle cat. Heâs grabbing at your plushy hips and spinning you around so your back is to him. He pats the side of your left thigh, gesturing for you climb up onto your knees on the jacuzzi bench that runs around the inside. Youâre confused but obliging, always eager to please him. And before you can ask what the fuck heâs doing, heâs pulling at the strings of your bikini bottoms and yanking them off. He ignores the way you squeal and scoots you so youâre facing one of the jacuzzi jets.
âCâmere, I wanna show you something.â
âAndy, what are you doiiing? Theyâre gonna be out here any minute.â
âGood, they can watch.â
âHuh-?â He cuts you off, positioning himself behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He slides his right hand down between your legs. He spreads your pussy lips with his thick fingers so the jet hits directly on your clit. You gasp and immediately throw your head back against his shoulder, your eyebrows scrunched together as you look at him. He rubs slow circles on your clit, the combined pressure from the heavy stream of water and his fingers making your brain foggy. You grab onto his beefy arm for support.
âFuckkk Andy, feels sâgood. But what if they-?â
âWhatâs wrong baby? You donât want âem to see you like this? Bare pussy in the hot tub, using the water and my fingers to get off?â
You whined and squirmed against his arms, the outside breeze and the overwhelming feeling of warmth blossoming all over your body making you restless. You wanted to moan and curse but were still too shy at the thought of his family coming out any second. A sudden loss of contact snapped you out of a very frustrating - but also toe curling-ly blissful - internal dilemma. You felt Pope shift behind you, his muscular arms dropping from your sides. He stands up straight and presses his hand against your upper back, making you lean on your elbows over the outside of the jacuzzi. At some point while he was making your brain cloudy and thoughts sticky like cotton candy, he had removed his swim trunks.
You could feel his hard cock against your ass. He grabbed the base and aligned it with your glistening pussy, using his thumb to pull your left cheek to the side to see better. He rubbed the tip up and down your entrance, practically drooling from the shiny mix of the water and your own wetness. He slid into you, slow at first while you adjusted to the sensation, and then picked up a consistent pace. He was in no hurry at all, and he certainly couldnât care less about the fact his family was so close he could hear them from out here.
He moves a large hand up to your right tit, sliding it beneath the wet fabric and massaging it. He rolls the nipple between calloused fingers and does the same to the left. He pumps in and out of you slowly, the only sounds besides the crickets being your joint groans and moans and the splashing of Popeâs hips snapping against the water. Your pride falls apart and before you know it, youâre begging him to fuck you faster and harder without giving a shit about who sees. Youâre quite literally matching his freak, if you will.
âAndy, please-â
âPlease what angel? Big girls use their words to get what they want. You know that.â
âPlease, please fuck me harder. I need you.â
âAw. My pretty, needy baby. Doesnât even care that her boyfriendâs familyâs about to see her bent over and fucked out of her mind in their hot tub. Needs my cock so badly that sheâs willing to be a nasty girl. Shameless.â He moves his hand from your breast to up around your throat. He squeezes it firm but gentle, nearly making your eyes cross. He begins pounding into you. His eyes are closed as he leans forward and licks along the side of your face where your jawline meets your neck.
At this point youâre a fucking hot mess, clawing at the edge of the hot tub and garbling out moans that would make a porn star jealous. Itâs all so much. The weight of his heavy dick inside of youâŚthe weight of his hand, veiny and always sprinkled with cuts and bruises from jobs, squeezing your throatâŚthe breeze picking up, causing the water to ripple and the palm leaves to rattle. Your thighs were shaking, and a hot spring of Yellowstone proportions was bubbling inside of your lower belly and ready to burst. Goosebumps kissed your arms and lower back. Your lips were puffy and sore from biting down before to stifle the noises you were now making, tossing all caution to the wind.
âAndyyy. Andy, I feel like Iâm gonna-â
âUh-uh.â He clicks his tongue. âYou canât come until they get out here.â
âWhat??? Andy, no. I canât, I have to-â
âI said no. Youâre gonna show them how much you love this cockâŚhow you wish you were molded to it.â
âFuck, please Andy. I canât hold it any longer, need to come on your cock so badly.â And he really could tell you were close, based off the way your thighs were quivering and your pussy was clenching around him.
âI know you can hold it a little longer, sweetheart. I know you can be a good girl for me.â He was seriously underestimating you because with the way he was currently railing you and the way he was talking to you, you werenât going to last long. You were in the front cart of the coaster clicking up and up the tracks, reaching your peak and about to tumble over the edge. Your eyes screwed shut, your calves and feet tensed up, You were biting your lip so hard trying not to cum that you mightâve drawn blood. You couldnât hold on any longer, you were losing your grip on the edge. At the same time a distant screen door flies open and slams shut, every single cell in your body explodes.
The guttural moan you release is otherworldly. You slip in and out of reality, multicolored static and stars buzzing behind your closed eyes. Fireworks erupt in your lower belly and you shimmy and press your ass as far back as you can go, aching to be as close to him as possible. You didnât give a fuck if you were on display for the world to see if it meant Pope made you feel this fucking high for the rest of your lives.
âAw Jesus, what the fuck Pope?â Bazâs voice cracks through your hazy euphoria. Almost immediately Pope loses control too, hips stuttering and rutting against your backside. You feel him twitch and you both groan at the feeling of him spilling inside of you. His grip on your neck tightens and heâs sloppily kissing and nipping at your bare shoulder while you both ride out your highs.
âFuck, you guys. Thereâs eight fucking bedrooms here. You canât pick one?â Craig chimes in. Him and Baz both shake their heads, turning on their heels to head back inside. They warn Deran and J before they can even step out the door, both of them reacting with disgust at Pope defiling you in the jacuzzi they all shared. The door slammed shut again, and you both sat in silence while continuing to breathe through the aftermath of your shared orgasm. Youâre the first to speak, pink returning to your cheeks after the brain fog had cleared and you realized what you had just done.
âOh god. I canât believe I just did that,â you started. âIâm never going to live that down.â Pope straightened up again, sliding out of you reluctantly and reaching for his trunks.
âLive what down?â he asked, as if he was completely unbothered by the fact his family just saw him plowing you.
âAndy are you serious? The fact the guys just saw us fucking in hereâŚâ
âSo what? Let âem see who fucks you this good. Itâll teach Baz and Craig a lesson about staring at your ass when I rub sunscreen on it by the pool.â
âAndrew Cody. Was this all because you were trying to teach your brothers a lesson about eye fucking me?â you questioned, feigning disbelief. You pressed the palm of your hand to your chest, mouth agape but slightly turned at the corners.
âI am the only one who gets to eye fuck you. Ever. And if they canât get that through their thick fucking skulls, theyâre gonna watch while I actually fuck you.â
Wdym you have to eat more greens than sweets and fast pack ramen now that he makes food for you everyday?
Wdym you can't speed like a racecar driver anymore since he drives you everywhere?
Wdym he crosses his arms over his chest and makes you fold your laundry instead of tossing it without a thought into your drawers?
Wdym he tells you to go to the bathroom before a movie or car ride, as if you don't know your own body better than he does? (He does.)
Wdym he makes you wash your plushies? Patting your bottom and grumbling about how if you want more then you need to take care of the ones you already haveâ
Wdym his touch is so warm and tender that when he says bye in the morning it makes your cunt puffy all day until it hurts?
Wdym he has to stay in the bathroom and help you wash your hair in the tub because he has to 'make sure you don't hurt yourself' but the whole time he's just staring at your nipples
Wdym whenever you whine and complain too much he'll squish your cheeks between his fingers as he fucks into you at a brutal pace "cmon, baby, speak up. You wanna keep talking back? Let the neighbors hear what a fucking brat you are, huh? Go on, talk back sweetheart." as you try to hold back your moans and whines, knowing he'll just be more of a meanie the louder you are.
something something joining robby on his sabbatical and just spending your time fucking in motels and making out in dimly lit bars in a booth at the back of the room. halfway through the trip, heâs got you on your stomach in a motel bed, his legs either side of yours as he slides his cock in and out of your dripping wet hole. everything feels so fuzzy, hazy and youâre halfway to delirious when it slips out.
âf-feels so good.. dad..â
robby damn near comes on the spot, collapsing down so his chest is pressed to your back as he groans into your neck.
âyeah, honey? dad makinâ you feel good?â
âmmhm..â
he groans again, pressing his forehead to your shoulder before whispering in your ear.
âcanât tell mom about this, âkay? just our little secret, honey..â
âpromise.. our little secret, dad..â
âgood girl.. ohhh, such a good girl.â
robbyâs practically grinding against you, squeezing his eyes shut every time he hears the squelching sound of his cock sliding in your hole. he knows thereâs people on the other side of the thin wall between the rooms but he couldnât give two shits what they think. heâs got a pretty little thing in his bed, utterly obsessed with him, calling him dad over and over again as he pounds into herâheâs living the fucking dream.
You always assumed kids would not be something Jack wanted given heâs pushing 50 and the whole thing with his late wife, only to discover that he has a breeding kink/ baby fever
Plz ignore me if this isnât something you are comfortable with I know itâs very specific
thank you anon! this was perfect!!! i hope i gave your idea justice as i pumped this out pretty quick!!
also sorry i didnât proofread :(
MDNI 18+
word count: 1.4k
You and Jack returned home from your monthly date night. Before getting out to open your door, Jack had placed his hand on your jaw to guide your glassy eyes to his and pressed a soft deep kiss to your lips. When he pulled away be saw your eyes full lust and want.
âCâmon honey, letâs get you insideâ he said with a gravelly voice.
You gave a tipsy smile and nod in return.
Walking you up to the front door, you both managed to keep your hands to yourselves, choosing to spare your neighbors of the sight of your love making.
After getting inside and closing the door, you could barely contain yourself and began kissing up and down Jackâs neck and exposed (god you love it when he leaves a few top buttons undone).
âGod Jack you look so fucking goodâ you whisper, running your hands in the hairs on the back of his neck, trailing your kisses up to meet his lips.
When your lips meet his, Jack groans and melts easily into the kiss. His hands venture from by his side to now squeezing gently at your hips and ass.
âYea, you like it when your old man is dressed up?â he teases with a smirk.
You bite your bottom lip and give a nod.
âMmm, well letâs go upstairs and Iâll show you how much I love how you look.â
You both race upstairs, Jack faltering a few times because of his prosthesis.
When you both made it to the bedroom, neither of you wasted anytime and began to undress each other. Once you both were bare, Jack laid you down on the bed before crawling over you.
His hands rubbed up and down your side, âYou gonna let me show you how pretty you are baby? Hmm?â
Your cheeks warm, hands go to cover your face at his words, but are quickly stopped by Jackâs right one.
âLook at me pretty girlâŚwhaddya say? Gonna let me love on you?â His hands are now gliding from your sides to circle your nipples.
âYesâ you breathe out.
Jack wastes no time and duck his head to your nipple and begins licking and sucking incessantly before turning his attention to the other. His hands slide down your body to rest between your thighs and begin to rub your clit with his middle and ring finger before sliding his middle finger inside you. He begins to pump in and out of your wet cunt then adding ring finger too.
You gasp at the feeling, Jackâs head lifts to see your face twisted in pleasure. He begins to increase his speed on your pussy while he presses wet open mouthed kisses to your throat.
âGod Jack, it feels so fucking good. I need you in meâ, your hands begin to reach for his hips.
âYou want my cock in you baby?â
He gently slides his fingers out of your opening, gives himself a few pumps, and begins running his tip up and down your push, collecting your slick.
He then lines himself up before slowly sliding himself inside. Once he reaches the hilt, he pauses and takes a big deep breath. He looks down at your figure waiting for him, his hands massaging your hips.
âMy pretty girlâŚlooking so beautiful, so perfect.â
He begins his pace with a sharp snap of his hips. His pace is slow, enjoying the feel of you around him, while his thrust are deep and powerful, creating a slapping sound that fills the room.
Your legs wrap around his lower back, pushing your feet into him to bring him closer to you. Your hands slide up and down his chest and tummy, loving the feel of his soft old man body on yours.
Feeling you spur him on, made him increase his pace and begin pounding into you.
âDamn, baby your squeezing me so fucking goodâ Jack groans in your ear and slam even harder into you.
âFuuuuck Jack it feels so good!â you moan out, you use your soft hand to grab the back of his neck and bring him into a passionate kiss, allowing him to drink in you moans.
Jack slides his hand that was pawing at your hip to slide in between both of your hips and let his thumb rest on your pulsing clit. He eagerly began thumbing it to bring you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You back arches off the bed, âOh my god Jackie, Iâm gonna cum. Fuck i want you to cum with meâ
âIâm almost there sweetheartâ, Jack increases his pace to bring himself closer to his peak.
âWhere dâya want me cum babyâ, Jack asks, remembering that he was to caught up with fucking you to put on a condom not that he minded.
You were babbling beneath him, to cock-drunk to think of your next words.
âCum inside me JackieâŚwanna-fuck, wanna make you a daddyâ
As soon as the words fell from your lips it was as if you had woken up. Your eyes widen in realization and feeling Jack stiffen above you made you begin to push him away.
Neither of you had the conversation of children before. You were okay with not having them, assuming Jack wouldnât want them since heâs 50 and he had already tried for kids with his late wife. But still something inside of you was wanting to see your loving boyfriend be a dad to your own.
You saw how he interacted with children during family get together a or even the one time you had stopped by the Pitt to drop off food and he was taking care of a 1 year old.
Despite this idea you had built inside you head, it was all false. Jack was obsessed with getting you pregnant, he loved picturing himself filling you up, you waddling with your big round belly, and tits engorged with milk.
The idea of it made him rock hard.
He never shared his perverse feelings in fear that you wouldnât want kids with him. Heâs not naĂŻve, heâs aware of his age. He knows that itâs not typical to have kids with someone in their 50s but he didnât care. He wanted it all with you.
So, hearing those words come from your lips did make him stiffen, but in shock and happiness, not because he was upset.
He didnât let you pull him out of you, instead he grabbed your hips so fiercly it could leave bruises. âYou want me to put a baby in you? Wanna make me a fuckinâ daddy huh?â
Your wide eyes peered into his to find them filled with need. You nodded slowly.
Jack begins to fuck into you relentlessly, not caring about anything other than pumping you full of his seed.
âIâll make you a mommy babyâ
Jacks lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, and pushing your knees into your chest into the mating press.
âGod youâre squeezing the shit outta meâ Jack grunts above you.
Your head is thrown back moaning out anything, too lost within the pleasure heâs bring you.
âJackie your sâgoodâŚwant you to cum in me baby-want us to cum together, mâso close jackieâ
Jack leans down further stretching you even more, caging you in with his strong beefy arms, using his whole body weight to thrust in you.
âiâm gonna cum baby, you gonna cum with meâ he moans into your ear. You nod back, unable to since all of the air has left your body.
âOh fuckâ, suddenly his thrust become more erratic, your pussy spasms around his thick cock as you cum. His dick twitches as he fills you with his warmth.
Jack keeps his cloth sheathed inside you as you both come down from your collective high. Massaging your thigh and he evens his breath.
He pulls out of you and inches himself down to be face to face with your pussy, watching as his seed drips out of your pulsing slit. His cock immediately begins to harden seeing his cum pulse out of you.
âIâm gonna have to fuck ya again sweetie, make sure youâre pregnant by the time iâm done. Gonna get you all big and round.â
You look up at him in disbelief as you try to catch your breath, trying to see if there was any hint of joking in his eyes. But his face held no ounce of humor. Something told you that Jack was gonna keep going all night until it finally takes.
