Furore: Texas Chapter Duet Part One by N.J. Adel

Author:N.J. Adel [Adel, N.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Salacious Queen Publishing
Published: 2022-05-10T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Jo

Jo Meneceo. Formerly Fiona Andrews. Originally Jocasta Larvin or should have been if my father had bestowed me with his royal name. He never did, so I took my mother’s last name. Jocasta Kelly.

I should have been a daughter to a king. A princess. Instead, I’d lived as a pauper, an unwanted bastard, a liability at risk of losing her life at any time. And now, at twenty-three, I was officially a slut. I literally was driving home with a man’s cum on my pussy. A man, my own student, came on me, in a prison.

I’d never felt dirtier in my whole life, yet it didn’t bother me. In fact, I had this silly grin on my face all the way back to my apartment, and I’d thought I’d never smile again. Not after all the trauma and sadness I’d known nothing but in my life. And not after Tirone. Not so quickly, anyway. All it took was having an orgasm by the hand of a gangster biker as he shot his cum on my pussy in a wild place like prison while fifty people surrounded us, some of them holding weapons.

Yup, a total slut.

Staring at the boxes cluttering my bedroom, I found myself going back and forth about finishing packing them. Part of me still thought starting over somewhere else was the right and the safest thing to do. Another part, the one possessed by a mind haunting orgasm, was dying to go back to San Quentin—to Furore—tomorrow, without an ounce of fear or worry of what might be the consequences.

My hand traveled to my panties, reminding me of the epic debauchery I’d just indulged in, like I’d ever forget. No matter what, I’d always remember the day I pulled my skirt up for a prisoner, pulled my panties to the side, let him come on me while he rubbed the shit out of my clit until I came for him, too. I stared down at my soiled underwear, the evidence this wasn’t a dream or a scene from a book I loved so much I pretended I lived it for real.

I should take them off, though. I should shower and take the prison smell off me. My nose skimmed the fabric of my shirt where Furore’s scent lingered. I expected he’d be filthy, but he didn’t smell bad at all. Yes, there were hints of cigarettes and sweat, but the majority of it was him, his so manly scent that had set my vagina fluttering then and now at the reminder.

I circled my clit on top of my panties, my eyes hooded at the feeling. What would happen if I touched myself while his cum was still on me?

You’re so dirty. Just go shower and finish packing so you can put all this behind you and go.

While I agreed with the sane part of my inner voice, I found myself stretching on the bed, sprawled with my hand sliding into my center. “Just one more time, then I’ll go.

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