The Nation’s Jackpot Girl (BWWM)

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Julian's POV

I don't know if it's the drink I had that's driving me to come onto her or the desire I have been nursing since I saw her in that dress this morning.

Her chestnut eyes are drawing me in. Why am I crazily attracted to her?

It must be the alcohol.

There's something about her that makes me turnt. Her feistiness and stubbornness. She doesn't look like a woman who's ready to give up for any reason and she's not even afraid of all the threats I've been throwing at her.

Her eyes are closed now and she's breathing heavily. I study her face, smooth like silk and her high cheekbones which are natural. Lots of models spend thousands of dollars for this. My fingers graze the smooth skin of her forehead. There are strands of hair on her face and softly, I push them behind her ear.

"You're exciting, Jocelyn. One of the most exciting women I ever met."

Her eyes fluttered open to stare at me and my eyes traveled down to her lips. Full and plump. She has a lower pink lip and an upper dark one. Very beautiful. How can a woman be this beautiful?

"If only you would let me kiss you." I whisper into her ears.

"Julian, we shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be doing this," From the way she sounds, I know she wants me just the way I want her. She's also feeling the intense attraction I have for her and she's finding me hard to resist.

It's funny how a stubborn and strong headed woman like her can be easily subdued with just one touch.

"Shhh," I whisper and place my index finger on her lip. "I know you want me. Stop trying to fight it,"

"Julian, I don't know—"

I cut her short before she can say anything. "Kiss me," I commanded.

She looks hesitant for a while but then, she leans towards me and my eyes train on her cleavage. So beautiful, lush, smooth and inviting me to have a kiss.

When her lips touch mine, I revel in its softness. She has the softest lips I've kissed.

I open up my mouth to receive hers with all urgency. Her tongue slides in and that's when all my defenses fall flat.

Turning to face her full, I gather her waist in my arms, lifting her up to sit stride on my thighs.

Her legs are parted and it makes her gown bunch up above her thighs. My hand rests on it and I begin to rub her thigh in an up and down motion, inciting moans from her as we both kiss. She pushed her body against me and I can feel her breasts against my neck as we kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her slender fingers find their way into my hair, stroking ajd massaging and causing a nice feeling to rush down to my groins.

"What are you doing to me, Jocelyn?"

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Jocelyn's POV

This doesn't feel right in any way but why does it feel right?

Why does his arm around me make me feel like I am secure? Like I am in my element and I can make him do whatever I want him to?

He's kissing me back with all passion, holding and squeezing my thighs, moaning in pleasure and making me want more of him.

He falls back on the couch and my lips leave his, traveling down his chiseled jaw to his earlobes where I nip and bite on. His fingers dig into my thighs and his hold around my waist tightens and he pulls me close, begging and asking for more.

I want to stop and slap him and send him out of my room but I know the outcome wouldn't be nice. I'm going to regret it and as much as I hate him, I don't think I can resist him.

"Jocelyn," He whispers huskily. "What are you doing to me? How the hell are you bringing me to my knees?"

I don't give him a reply. I pepper kisses on his neck, traveling down to his collar and when my fingers begin to wrestle with his buttons, he decides to take charge.

I am quite weighty. I weigh more than the average woman and it's because of my height and endowment. But the ease with which Julian lifts me up is impressive.

He's on his feet and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist why the flat of both of his palms rest beneath my buttocks, digging into my skin.

He's decided to take charge. Now, he's kissing me like he can't get enough of me, squeezing my buttocks like it can only save his life and he keeps walking till he gets to the bed and drops me on it.

I bounce a little and I love how his eyes rests on my cleavage the whole time.

He starts by unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere around the room before taking a kneel on the bed and parting my legs. He rests in-between them and begins to kiss me again. This time, he's already pulling off the bodice of my clothes and revealing my bare breasts.

"You don't have a bra on, Jocelyn? You came fully prepared,"

"That's not— oh my God, Julian!" Why does he do something pleasurable whenever I want to say something important?!

His fingers are fondling with my n****e and he's bent over. His lips work underneath my breast, one of my very sensitive parts. I can feel pressure build up between my legs as he does this.

He palms my other breast and begins to fondle it and in no time, I am in puddles.

I've never really focused on a man's moan of pleasure but why does Julian's moan drive me crazy? How the hell does he do it?

"You're so beautiful, Jocelyn. So beautiful. I don't want anyone apart from me with you. I want to have you all to myself."

When he raises his head up to look at me, it is filled with so much desire.

Oh, stupid, stupid Jocelyn.