21. The Beginning of The Problem

Jackson did not remain silent; his hands began to feel every part of Jasmine's body. He also continues to negotiate with Jasmine; if she refuses again this time, then don't blame Jackson if he gets violent.

 

Jackson inhaled every inch of Jasmine's body. The intoxicating scent challenged Jackson, especially now that his cock was awake.

 

"I'll give you a chance; if you want to go with me, then I won't hurt you. But otherwise, if you refuse, don't blame me if I'm rude to you." Jackson tried to negotiate, and he expected Jasmine to accept this offer.

 

"Sorry," said Jasmine, who chose to smother Jackson's lips. Jasmine is still firmly of the opinion that she is now a despicable woman. She was a bitch and did not deserve to be with Jackson.

 

Jasmine fought herself, not wanting to do any of it. But if she just sat there and waited for Jackson, she could see that she was forced to be here. Jasmine just wanted to prove that she chose to be here because she was happy, not because she had to.

 

"You," said a stifled Jackson. Jasmine did not give Jackson a chance to speak. Every word she said was cut off with a kiss.

 

Not only that, Jasmine's hands are also naughty as she manages to unbutton Jackson's pants. She pulled out Jackson's cock with the button slightly open.

 

"Sshhhahhh." Jackson could not help but moan from the pleasure of Jasmine's touch.

 

"You apparently enjoy this kind of work," Jackson said, looking down at Jasmine.

 

Jackson moved Jasmine's hand away from his cock. He did not want to be controlled by Jasmine. He only wanted Jasmine to moan in pleasure at him, not the other way around.

 

"Why?" asked a clueless Jasmine. In fact, Jasmine just wanted to quickly make Jackson satisfied, and then she would leave Jackson. This was already making Jasmine choked and tormented.

 

"I don't like things rushed."

"You don't like me rushing things, but your dick says he prefers things rushed." Jasmine looked into Jackson's eyes. Jackson could see that there was a pain in Jasmine's eyes that could not be explained.

 

"Are you mad at me?" Jackson was crazy; he still had time to ask questions that he already knew the answers to. I wonder what Jackson was thinking—that he had to break the heart of the girl he loved. Only rejection could make Jackson this emotional.

 

Jasmine did not answer; she deliberately got off Jackson's lap and undressed. Normally she would have left her underwear on, but this time she left everything naked. "Are you not interested in my body? Or am I just not the type of woman who can warm you up?" Jasmine was deliberately baiting Jackson.

 

Jackson closes his eyes, feeling that he can no longer hold back this turmoil. He had been holding Jasmine and trying to negotiate, but the bitch was having none of it.

 

"You really are a stubborn woman? I will not let you go. Don't blame me if I'm rude; blame you for teasing me all this time." Jackson explained, and he also gave Jasmine a warning.

 

Jackson's hurried footsteps made Jasmine back away slowly. For the first time, she showed the bitchy side that she had always covered up. Never once had she sunk this low, even though she was the night warmer of the men who lusted after her. She has always been lusted after, but this time she chooses to humble herself.

 

Jackson holds Jasmine's shoulders hard. After this, remind Jasmine to treat her body. Jackson smothers Jasmine's lips, and his hand plays with Jasmine's pussycat. Jackson does not want to play with Jasmine's breasts. Ever since Jasmine took off her clothes, he has been tempted by Jasmine's pussycat, which seems to be calling him.

 

Jackson is still fully clothed; only his cock is out of his pants. Jackson's cock stands up even harder and looks veiny. It was big enough for Jasmine.

 

"You're already wet," Jackson taunts in Jasmine's ear.

Jackson blows behind Jasmine's ear. Although this was the first time Jackson had sex with Jasmine, He already knows where Jasmine's sensitive spots are. Jasmine's deliberately stifled moans and screams did nothing to weaken Jackson's libido.

 

"How long can you resist my touch, Jasmine? You are good at being a bitch, but you won't stand my touch." Jackson says this as he shakes Jasmine's womanhood.

 

Jackson knows that Jasmine is about to reach the peak of her orgasm, but in order to tease Jasmine, he removes his hand from Jasmine's outer regions. It is obvious to Jackson's eyes that Jasmine is sitting limp and staring angrily at Jackson. Jackson did not care about Jasmine's glare.

 

Jackson moves away and sits on the edge of the bed. He also takes off his pants and shakes his own cock while looking at Jasmine.

 

Now they both satisfy each other with their hands. Jasmine, who does not want to beg Jackson, also chooses to touch her body with her own hands. But alas, she is unable to orgasm.

 

Jasmine admits that Jackson's game is capable of making her complacent. This time, Jasmine puts her ego down and walks over to Jackson. She sits back on Jackson's lap and rubs her pussycat against Jackson's straining cock.

 

"Touch me, or don't enter me with your cock. Make me moan and call your name." Jasmine whispered sensually.

 

"Sshhhahhh," Jasmine repeatedly moaned in pleasure as he rubbed her pussycat.

 

"Did you enjoy that?" Jackson asked in the middle of Jasmine's activity.

 

Jasmine stopped the rubbing and looked at Jackson pleadingly. "Please!"

 

Jackson held his cock and prepared to aim it at Jasmine's already wet pussy. Only the head of the cock enters, and Jasmine holds Jackson back.

 

"Use a condom," Jasmine said softly.

 

"Why? Are you afraid of getting pregnant? A bitch like you should have anticipated it, right? You would know that direct contact without a barrier is more enjoyable than usual." Jasmine finally gave in, and she felt the difference as their skin touched.

 

"Ahhhh," both cried out.

 

"I want you to sway; I just want to enjoy it."

 

*

Jasmine's body ached all over; who knows how many times they had sex, and somehow Jasmine enjoyed Jackson's game.

 

This morning, Jasmine walked out to get breakfast. The way Jasmine walked was also different from usual, and they knew that Jasmine had been pounded several times.

 

Leah, who saw Jasmine walking with a grimace, was approached. "How was it? Isn't she good in bed? It looks like you enjoyed her touch and play too."

 

Unlike Leah, who had come to mock him, This morning, Lorensius called Jasmine to come to his office because he had something to say.

 

After eating, Jasmine walked to Lorensius' office. As usual, Jasmine entered without knocking.

 

"This is a disaster for you,"