Under Sun
19. Good Boys Go To Heaven But Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

"W-who's d-there?" His voice was shaking violently. Jea said a prayer in her heart, hoping that the events that revolved around her head would never happen. Jea pleaded, lest he be killed here or the worst— be forcibly fucked.

His mind began to drift everywhere, erratically.

"Please don't do anything" The cloth wrapped around his eyes began to get wet as tears flowed down as Jea couldn't hear a word from the mastermind.

Just now Jea wanted to meet again, but he paled because his body was stretched forward, falling in the arms that he had always longed for twenty nights.

The masculine fragrant bush burst into his olfactory niche. Jea felt safe, for whatever reason. The two burly arms that were so firmly hugging his body felt so possessive and curbed. It was as if Jea was going to run that second as well.

Undeniably, Jea knew clearly who was currently in front of him.

There's no hug warmer than the man's hug, Jeffrey.

His shoulders began to tremble as Jea's crying grew stronger. He has no power to endure all the broken longings. Jea missed Jeffrey.

"J-Jeffrey?"

A few seconds later, a slow breath struck the woman's ear. Jeffrey's big hand moved around stroking Jea's hair that was still not wet with water, "Again."

Hearing the low speech, Jea could really confirm that Jeffrey was with him. Slowly, Jea tried to calm the turmoil that had erupted. His breath that had been stirring began to calm down along with the soft elusan on his back.

"Jeffery."

It was long enough that Jea could again feel the movements of the man in front of her. Since Jea chanted Jeffrey's name from his lips, Jeffrey showed no emotion or movement at all.

"Jea."

Jeffrey whispered in Jea's right ear in a very slow voice. His fingers moved around stroking the ranum's lips. Sensual shadows had filled Jeffrey's mind as early as twenty days ago.

It was like, Jeffrey would be a slave to Jea if he could actually be with the girl twenty-four hours a day.

"Jea," The voice began to sound a little loud and pressing. Jeffrey licked Jea's earlobe which felt cold from the wind. Makes the master a little bit of a dedication.

"Twenty nights without you, I'm crazy."

Just about to reply to Jeffrey's words just now, Jea's body that was not wearing a thread was lifted, making Jea almost suffocated strongly when suddenly his body moved.

Jea is currently sitting on a fairly moist rock, but he can feel that a puddle of water can only cover the hips to the lower body only.

Reflexively, the two tiny hands moved looking for where the face of the man who had been carelessly carrying it earlier. Jea quickly covered the eyes of the perpetrator, though Jea knew the man had seen his naked body.

"Without clothes, you're prettier."

Her cheeks were red. Jea averted her eyes, although she could not see anything now.

Jeffrey lifted one of Jea's legs from inside the pond, holding it carefully. The two dark netra scoured the entire body of Jea which really looked beautiful in her eyes.

His breathing became more and more heavy as Jeffrey realized, Jea is so pretty to go through.

The pale leg was Jeffrey elus slowly. Jea desperately held back the intense sigh of his heart as Jeffrey moved to kiss the girl's instep until it began to climb into her calf. The warm lips felt touching Jea's knee, up to the thigh.

Jeffrey felt unable to stand it anymore as his lips rubbed against the surface of Jea's thigh skin that felt so soft and supple. Slowly, he sucked that part of the thigh with his lust that began to reach upwards.

The man's right hand moved around stroking Jea's back, then rolling touching her waist gently.

Jeffrey's lips now rose to kiss the surface of Jea's belly, making the girl move a little curl. Her closed eyes made Jea even more fluttering. His mind never stopped about how he did not want to stop Jeffrey's action.

Jeffrey's eyes moved to see both breasts that looked crazy. Damnit. Never once had Jeffrey felt this bad. His hands felt so itchy to touch the two bumps.

"J-Jeff-Jeff-Je... A-ah," Jea unintentionally let out a small sigh as Jeffrey squeezed the two mounds of her chest so gently.

Hearing that, Jeffrey felt increasingly hot. Jeffrey began licking Jea's voracious breasts, stalling them and leaving some purplish rashes there.

Jeffrey really felt lost.

"Dear, I want your body. I'd like to touch you. So, can I be the first for you?" His breathing already sounded heavy, resisting such a burning desire. His gaze already looked so faded, foggy of endless sensual shadows.

Feeling an agreement that can no longer be contested, Jeffrey moved to release his pants rough. His shirt, which was already wet, quickly slipped away, showing his athletic body filled with bruises that he had no idea where.

"Call my name dear," Jeffrey kissed Jea's cheeks deeply, before finally deciding to kiss her seductive pink lips.

"J-Jeffery..."

His head was like being hit by a big rock. Feeling so dizzy and drunk with an unstoppable lust, Jeffrey moved****** those lips were a little rough and rhythmic. Too busy shedding any form of pent-up longing long enough.

Her eyes were still closed now more agitated when Jea herself could feel something hard was touching her feminine burrow there.

"Shh, Jea, I really craving for you," the man's hand squeezed out Jea's long hair that was breaking apart. While the two hands of the girl had Jeffrey led to hug his neck.

Both of Jea's legs began to move wide as Jeffrey whispered and told Jea to do so.

Jeffrey's fingers moved stroking the lips of Jea's womanhood. With a single movement, his long finger went inside, moving in and out at a fast tempo until he could feel the woman's burrow was wet from his actions.

"Hhhh, J-Jeff..." Jea's hand squeezed down Jeffrey's shoulder which was also getting wet.

Now, the man began to direct his already painful and violent manhood on Jea's wet burrow.

"Hold a little, baby, it's gonna be so good" Jeffrey kissed Jea's forehead, which was getting wet from the sweat. So quietly, Jeffrey pushed his manhood a little inside. The look of Jea began to change, in pain.

"W-uh! J-Jeffh! It hurts..."

"Yes, baby, sorry? Hold on a little while, baby," Jeffrey began****** that lip back so that at least Jea could be distracted a little from the pain.

With a single jolt, Jeffrey thrust his entire huge manhood into Jea's womb, making the girl squeal a little in pain. Even accidentally, he clawed at Jeffrey's back which was filled with bruises.

"Shh, hurt me more baby if that can make you feel satisfied," Jeffrey said as he stroked Jea's mane so gently.

"Sorry," Jea now slightly lowered her head, making Jeffrey feel so crazy because in his eyes, the woman looked so adorable.

Jeffrey's face conveyed various expressions that could not be described. The man felt the real heaven when Jeffrey realized he was the first man for Jea.

Jeffrey felt very good when************* was flanked so strongly by the wall of his girl's uterus. With a rhythm that began to be regular, the man shook his hips.

A faint sound of whispers and sighs filled the entire pond and its surroundings.

"Ah, ah, Jeff, ahh," Jea squeezed out Jeffrey's hair, which was already a mess of his own.

Jeffrey can no longer think clearly. Her body continued to pump out the burrows of Jea's femininity so quickly that she let out a long bellow as her achievements came to a close.

"Shit, shit, baby, call out my name."

"Ahh, Jeffrey."

"Now say if you love me like I love you, baby."

"I-I love you so bad, Jeffrey."

On the sidelines of his enjoyment, Jeffrey grinned.

Damnit.

He was completely overpowered by the shadow of the girl. Jeffrey is crazy.

In fact, Jeffrey's words were not wrong. Jeffrey is crazy.

During the twenty nights he spent at the FBI headquarters, he was constantly trying to escape the entanglements of the special forces guarding him. Jeffrey was placed in the heaviest holding cell located on the basement floor of the headquarters.

But apparently it does not work on this Jeffrey figure. He had probably killed nearly several tens of special forces intending to hold him. To the extent that Jeffrey must also be willing to let his body filled with bruises because the FBI special forces no longer need to doubt the quality of his combat.

In fact, Jeffrey valued the woman with all his heart.