Sinful Lust

Chapter 7 Funds Transferred

Jezelle did as I said and sent her husband, Bret, a threatening message.

Her husband responded soon after with a call, “Jezelle, don’t be impulsive. It’s all a misunderstanding. I didn’t know that Mr. Henderson would get me drunk and spike your drink!”

Jezelle waved the phone at me and scoffed, “See? He’s still so crafty at this point.”

“Don’t waste your breath talking to him. It’s time to get back at such a scumbag. Just turn off the phone and scare him for a moment. Then check your bank account in an hour,” I replied.

“Okay.” Jezelle turned off her phone, became unsettled, and murmured, “Six hundred thousand dollars, do you think he will transfer it?”

“Trust me, he will,” I said confidently.

Bret was risking the exposure of their misdeeds, her suicide, and the loss of his reputation. A self-centered person like him would never risk his future.

Furthermore, Mr. Henderson was his most important customer. I had done a background check on him. Mr. Henderson was a prominent entrepreneur whose company was preparing to go public. He would be in serious trouble if the scandal was exposed.

To ease Jezelle’s anxiety, I said, “There is a themed room over there. Do you want to try it out?”

The effects of the drug had not completely dissipated and Jezelle bit her lips gently as she smiled coyly in anticipation.

I picked her up and carried her toward the room.

Once in the room, I placed her down and she looked seductively into my eyes. She wanted to go down on me but I stopped her. She looked puzzled, but I did not want to rush it like before. She was beautiful and I wanted to look into her eyes and take in her beauty. She started to blush and look away but I lifted her chin toward me.

With the other hand, I tucked some strands of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks turned even rosier and even her ears started to heat up. I could feel her n*****s stiffen as her voluptuous breasts were pressed against my firm chest. She nervously licked her lips and I could feel her heartbeat racing. I leaned toward her and she wanted to stick her tongue into my mouth but I turned my attention to her earlobes and gently nibbled. She wanted to lean away but I held onto her and she gently squirmed and moaned softly. She reached down to remove my towel and immediately my already stiff d**k sprang up ready for action. She opened her legs slightly and slid my throbbing d**k along her warm and juicy cunt.

Jezelle leaned backward with her eyes closed and arched her back, eager for me to penetrate her but I had other plans. I looked down at her breasts and started to suckle her right n****e while I pinched the other. She moaned even louder as I placed her gently on the water bed.

We were surprised by the wobbly water bed but soon found out its purpose. Jezelle parted her thighs and slid her middle finger into her cunt. I got on the water bed and knelt closer to her. The water bed shifted and my weight pushed the water around resulting in her hips angling higher toward me. She giggled playfully, removed her middle finger from her cunt, and pointed it at me. She then curled her middle finger gesturing for me as she stared seductively into my eyes with a grin and then pointed the dripping wet finger at her cunt and ordered, “f**k me!”

I could no longer hold myself back and placed my d**k at the entrance of her cunt. The shift in water somehow took care of the rest. It was as if time slowed down. I could feel my dickhead pushing firmly to the top of her cunt as it continued deep into her while she moaned in excitement. I must have stroked her G-spot.

“More! I want more!” she ordered. I could not help but feel that she was ordering me in revenge for how her husband ordered her around. But I gladly accepted these kinds of demands. I shifted my body and the water bed sloshed around until I figured out a rhythm to repeat the maneuver. My dickhead was barely out of her cunt and then penetrated her again. She shuddered and yelled, “Again!” I repeated it.

“Again!”

“Again!”

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Finally, she screamed as she climaxed. Her entire body went limp as I pulled out my exhausted little brother. It was drenched with her feminine juice. I looked at her beautiful post-coitus rosy cheeks and pinkish glimmering moist body. Although this was not the first time we had s*x, this was our wildest one. I grinned with satisfaction. I had never seen this side of her. She always looked so angelic in the office. Yes, we all thought that she was sexy and beautiful but little did I expect that I could unleash the animal within her.

I looked at the time and we had f****d for about an hour. I remembered the money transfer and whispered to Jezelle, “Honey, it’s time.”

Jezelle slowly opened her eyes and smiled. “That was amazing. Where’s my phone?”

I went to the sitting room to retrieve her phone and handed it to her.

There was a message from the bank and suddenly Jezelle yelled, “The money has been transferred! Six hundred thousand dollars!”

It was as if she caught a second wind and was revitalized by the windfall. She climbed onto me and kissed me passionately. On noticing that my d**k was still limp, she grinned and headed for it while she positioned for a 69. She sucked my d**k into her mouth while positioning her cunt toward my face. She began to suck my d**k feverishly as I licked her pink and tender labia.

The position was exceedingly erotic and my d**k quickly stiffened up. I realized that I had not come just now. I was so aroused by the 69 position, the taste of her juicy cunt, and the view of her tight round ass that I exploded into her mouth.

“Mmmph!” She moaned as she felt my warm cream shoot into the back of her throat. I stuck my tongue deep into her cunt as I gripped her round ass tightly with my hands as she trembled in pleasure.

She got off me and looked at me in amazement as a trail of c*m dripped from the corner of her mouth. She used her finger to wipe it off, felt its texture with her thumb, and then licked her thumb with a grin.

This was our first victory celebration.

Jezelle lay in my embrace and kissed me tenderly as she said, “Thanks. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I love you. You are my everything!”

“I love you too.” I held Jezelle tightly.

I suddenly felt a previously unknown fire burning in my belly. These six hundred thousand dollars were just the beginning. It was our warning shot across the bow. Our revenge was just beginning.

At this moment, Jezelle’s phone started to buzz as it received a message.

Bret: “The six hundred thousand dollars has been transferred to you. You can stop your nonsense now. I’m sorry for my mistake, honey. Come back, I’m waiting for you at home.”

Jezelle showed me the message and hugged me tightly as she said, “I don’t want to go home. I want to be with you all the time.”

“Then don’t.” I kissed her forehead.

“Bret is wealthy. Six hundred thousand is nothing to him. If I were to leave him now, with his craftiness, he would transfer away his wealth or fake a company bankruptcy until I would end up with nothing. Furthermore, you are seeking revenge against your wife and her lover. That will cost a lot of money as well, won’t it? Thus, I need to go home and appease Bret for the moment. At least until our next move!” Jezelle said with determination.

Although I was reluctant for her to leave, I knew that she was right. She dressed up and gave me a gentle peck on my forehead before she left.

I sat there speechless with a lump in my throat as I saw my new love go back to her husband. Perhaps I should go home too.

I opened my front door and saw that Sharon was lying on the sofa as she watched the television. The divorce documents were on the coffee table.

I was immediately enraged that she was so eager for a divorce. I took the divorce documents and immediately tore them into pieces and yelled, “Sharon, listen carefully. I will decide when and how we divorce! Is that clear?”

“Jordan, what do you think you can achieve by this? You should just accept the reality and sign the papers. Otherwise, you’ll make a fool of yourself.” Sharon scoffed.

“Are you threatening me? Okay, just you wait!” I yelled.

I slammed the door as I stormed out of the apartment.

Although I owned half of the place, I did not want to remain in it a moment longer. There seemed to be a putrid smell of rot in the air.

I would not agree to a divorce so easily. I wanted my dignity back. I wanted that scumbag to forever regret that he had embarrassed me at that hotel.

Even more so, I wanted that slut to feel the shamefulness of what she did.

After I left, I walked along the streets aimlessly. Scenes of revenge played out in my mind. I was a very law-abiding citizen and did not have an offense to my name. However, I was thinking of all sorts of different means to unleash my wrath on the two shameless pieces of trash.

In fact, the easiest way was to hire a hitman to kill Jezelle’s husband. Once he was dead, she would legally inherit all of his assets.

At this moment, my phone buzzed with a notification from my bank. I checked and realized that there was a transfer of three hundred thousand dollars from Jezelle.

She then sent me a message.

Jezelle: “Honey, I finally regained my dignity in his presence. Thanks. What’s mine is also yours. I’m yours and only yours.”

Jezelle’s message was like a ray of light that lit up the darkness in my heart.

Now I truly regarded Jezelle as my woman and I would never allow Bret to defile her.

When I looked at the money in the account, I suddenly had an idea. I wanted to find a woman for Bret who could replace Jezelle and then use her to deal with Bret.

I had just the right woman for that and she was a very beautiful woman.

I went to the bank ATM and withdrew some cash, took a taxi, and headed to a high-class nightclub.

The last time I met her was when I came with a colleague and a customer for entertainment.

When we walked into the nightclub, I saw her sitting at the bar counter dressed sexily in a tight miniskirt. She was perched on a high bar stool with one of her slender legs extended seductively. I gasped when I saw how stunning she looked.

She was Elaine Woods, my high school friend. She was once our high school beauty queen and images of her had accompanied me through some lonely nights and s****l fantasies.

I knew immediately that she was a working girl and had paid for her services that night. She sat with me and was unbashful about pushing my hands into her cleavage to feel her boobs. I felt that everything was so surreal.

After that night, I found out through another friend that she had borrowed money from loan sharks to pay for her sickly mother's medical bills. Thereafter, she quickly spiraled down when she could not repay the money fast enough and was forced into prostitution. Regardless of how hard she tried, she was never able to break out of that vicious cycle of loan shark debts.

Each time I visited that nightclub, I would have a drink with her and pay for her time but we never got physical. I took that as a way of helping a friend.

It was perfect for Elaine to replace Jezelle. Not only could I protect Jezelle, but if my plan worked out, then it could also help Elaine break out of her misery.

With her years of encountering all sorts of men at the nightclub, she would be well prepared in terms of acting and having s*x with Bret. I was sure that she would be up for it.

I booked a private room and asked the waiter to call her in.

Moments later, a beautiful and sexy woman appeared in front of me. She was gorgeous but her innocence had long been robbed by those sleazy scumbags.

“Jordan, are you alone?” Elaine asked in surprise as she saw me.

“Yes, it’s just us tonight. Come, sit down.” I patted the sofa.

She sat down and seductively crossed her slender long legs. She appeared tense, perhaps we were once friends.

“Elaine, how much do you still owe the loan sharks?” I asked directly.