Forgiven (The Dark Billionaire, #9) by L.N. Pearl Page A

it really happening? It certainly looked like a dream.
    Jennifer paused for a minute and felt Bruce caressing her hair and her cheeks.
    “Are you happy?” he said.
    “Oh God, I’m the happiest woman alive,” Jen said. She did mean it.
    “I asked Jeanne to give you a little extra round while you were asleep. Was it a good idea?”
    Jennifer smiled and giggled. She felt shy and aroused. Yes, it was an excellent idea and she couldn’t have asked for more. She simply nodded and fluttered her lashes seductively. She looked at Bruce straight in the eyes and gently took his hard cock between her teeth. She bit him without being cruel, but with enough intensity to make him grunt of pleasure.
    She felt Jeanne pulling the silicone cock out of her burning pussy. Jeanne came next to Jennifer and softly kissed her forehead. She was surprisingly sweet and caring. It was disturbing. Jennifer couldn’t say no; she couldn’t push her away and be rude.
    “Suck him,” Jeanne said, biting her lips.
    Jennifer didn’t need to be told a second time. She swallowed Bruce’s entire length until her head touched his six-pack. At the same time, she introduced her index finger into his anus; just one knuckle.
    “Oooh!” Bruce moaned.
    “Is it good?” Jeanne said.
    Bruce opened his eyes and looked between Jen and Jeanne. “Fuck, yeah...”
    Jennifer sucked him and boldly pushed her finger deeper and deeper. It felt tight, warm and wet inside. It was incredibly hot and a big turn on. Jennifer’s crotch was soaking wet and aching.
    Jeanne caressed Bruce’s ass and kissed his flat stomach. She was very respectful and didn’t interfere too much. She provided enough stimulation without invading their private space, and Jennifer could really appreciate that. It was Jen and Bruce’s moment and Jeanne knew how to keep her distance.
    Bruce took twenty minutes to cum. Jennifer wasn’t sure what exactly had triggered his orgasm: the blowjob or the rectal penetration? Or both maybe. Bruce’s hot sperm felt sweet down Jen’s throat and she swallowed as much as she could. Jeanne asked if she could have some of it and Jennifer agreed. She could tell that the French lady was horny and needed some kind of reward. Jeanne had been very kind and helpful, allowing Bruce to open up and reconnect with Jen in an unexpected way. Jennifer owed her a lot.
    “Sure,” Jen said. “Hurry up before I change my mind.”
    She winked and Jeanne slowly got closer to Bruce’s penis. She closed her eyes and rubbed his dripping cock against her lips, along her jaw, and pressed the length of his erection against her cheeks. There was something very sensual about her that Jennifer couldn’t explain. Jeanne was a very sexual woman. There was no other way to say it. Every movement from her was slow and erotic.
    Bruce looked down at the French lady and bit his lips. Jennifer was still caressing his balls, gently scratching his skin with her nails. His sperm kept squirting out of his slit. It was thick, creamy and white. Jeanne applied it on her face as if it was some facial cream. She definitely enjoyed herself. She finally parted her lips and took Bruce in her mouth.
    Jennifer stared at her, fascinated. She hadn’t seen her the first time she had done it because she had been busy kissing Bruce. But now, she was just a few inches away from her and it was beautiful. Sucking Bruce was one of Jen’s favorite pleasures in life, but she had never actually seen Bruce being sucked. She had always been part of the action but had never seen the action itself.
    Now, she was witnessing a blowjob as a spectator. Her husband’s dick was cleaned by a professional and it showed. Jeanne’s tongue was moving inside her mouth; Jen could see it through her cheeks. She was rolling it around Bruce’s head and twisting her head at the same time. She was also moaning and breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed and she was frowning. She really was into it.
    Jennifer felt horny as hell.