Jordan & Jayla Erotica18+

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The work always piled up closer to the weekend, as millions of people around the world buy unnecessary things. That they most likely will forget about by next month. I had a long shift ahead of me, and I knew that by the time I finished, my body would be exhausted. First thing to do when I get home, kiss dem soft lips. Second thing, a hot shower. Third, fuck you till cum.

I was already halfway through my shift, knocking out six hours with little effort. The next six were the hard part. As I was sorting Amazon packages, my mind would drift off to that romantic evening we had last night. I could still feel your breath on my skin and smell your floral perfume. Flashes of our tryst flashed through my mind like lightning across the sky. It was sensual, slow, and it had a depth to it. It made me start looking into things like tantric teachings and spirituality.

I be bout to say I love her, but I always stop myself. If I had one wish, it would be to give her the life she deserves. I want to take her on trips, buy her whatever she wants. I just got to figure out how to get more money. I feel like these daydreams help me pass time in here, and unconsciously, my brain is trying to escape reality. It's like when I think of my happy place, she's the first thing that pops up.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and got pulled right back into my surroundings.

“Yo, they need you in the office,” Derrick said to me.

I let out a slow, deep breath.

“What I do now?” I asked.

I could see the concern on his face, but he obviously didn’t have the nerve to tell me himself.

“I don’t know, they need to see you, though,” he said, walking off to bother someone else.

My mind was racing, thinking about what I could've possibly done to get called up. I know it wasn’t what I said to Marie about her looking good; that was just me being friendly.

The walk to the office felt like forever, each step bringing me closer to doom. I already knew they was bout to be on some bull. I opened the door and walked in; they were waiting for me at the table. My manager and a member from HR. My palms were starting to get sweaty as I made my way over to take a seat. “Wassup,” I murmured. You could hear my anxiety in my voice.

“Jordan I got some bad news,” she stated, pulling out a thick folder and opening it on the table.

My eyes went wide, and I raised my eyebrow at her like, “What the fuck is this?”

She continued to pull out three sheets and slid them over to me.

“You were late today, and that's going to be your eighth strike,” she said, pointing to the data on the paper.

“Hold on, what! I swear I wasn't late, ask Jim,” I pleaded.

She sat back in that plush seat and smirked.

“It's out of my hands. Once corporate gets involved, it's pretty much over.”

I felt like my insides were struck with a catapult, and the gunpowder just exploded all over me. I knew this was it for me, and I won't be able to talk my way out of this one. I just accepted my fate and said, “Ok, thank you for giving me this opportunity.”

I think I was in a delirium as I walked out of the warehouse. Everything seemed like a blur, and when my coworkers tried to stop me and talk, I just brushed them off, walking even faster to the exit. I'm gone have to find another job quick. As a man, I wouldn't even feel right letting my girl pay all the bills. Driving home didn't take long, considering the fact I was speeding the whole way.

I took my work boots off when I entered the crib. Jayla didn't have a lot of things that bothered her, but my dirty boots on our clean hardwood floors were a no-go for her. Our living room had alot of cream decor, and the couch up against the wall was brown. We had a real Star Wars type of color palette going on.

I grabbed my weed stash from the coffee table in front of me and sat down in my favorite spot. I took this sativa pack out called “Sunny Clouds” and started rolling it up. Jayla was most likely at the gym right now, and by the time she gets back, I'll be on the moon. My body was getting excited as I finished up rolling and grabbed the lighter.

A lil of this and I won't even remember getting fired. It would be just a normal day. The lighter burnt the tip of the blunt as I inhaled. I could taste a little pineapple bouncing around my mouth from the smoke. As I released, it sounded like elves were talking to me. I cut the TV on and just turned on a random movie. With each puff, I drifted more and more into my happy state.

I started fantasizing about my girl. She was wearing this tight black dress. It had a slit in it, so her caramel skin was showing. Her long hair was blowing like she was standing in a gale. It ain't no way I should be this high right now, I thought. As the mirage bent over in front of me, showing how thick her ass is, “damn,” I murmured.

Then I heard keys fumbling at the door, and I sat up straight. Jayla walked in, took her shoes off, and rushed over, jumping on me.

“You’re home early,” she said, kissing me on the lips.

I kissed her back with all my pent up feelings, then responded, “Yeah, it’s been a day.”

I looked down at the ground, and she could sense that something was wrong with me. Wrapping her arms around me, I could feel the warmth of her hug on my heart.

“Do you want to talk to me about it?” she asked, squeezing me tighter.

I've been dreading this moment all day, like... how do I say it?

“I got fired today,” I breathed, drooping down into her.

The room was silent, and my confession seemed to linger in the air.

“It's gone be ok,” she sighed, kissing me on the cheek.

I felt like a big weight had just been released off my shoulders; I felt free. We stayed like this for five, ten, maybe it was twenty minutes before she jumped up and said,

“I know something that will make you feel better.”

I watched her disappear into the kitchen, and I heard clanging and cabinets closing.

“What you doing in there?” I yelled into the next room.

I could hear the clicking of the stove turning on.

“It's a secret,” she yelled back.

“God truly blessed me with a good woman; I was worried over nothing,” I thought as I sank back into the couch.

I turned the movie up and waited for this big surprise to be done.

I guess I must’ve drifted asleep because I awoke to her standing over me with the biggest smile. She had changed from her gym clothes and had on a silk robe. It looked like she had nothing on underneath.

“Come here,” she said, grabbing my hands and leading me into the kitchen.

We had this small circular table that was only big enough for the two of us, but she had a candle lit that filled the kitchen with a sweet aroma.

“Aaww, thank you,” I said, hugging her.

The plate she made for me had fried chicken, kale, and macaroni.

“I hope you like it, I made it with love,” she said, dancing away to her seat.

By the time I finished eating, I felt like a new man. What's that story in the Bible? Samson with the strength, yeah, I felt like that.

“I'm full as hell,” I said to Jayla as she grabbed the plates.

“Well, I hope you ain't tired too,” she replied, giving me a sexy glance back.

I could feel the meal pressing down on my pelvis, and it was making me hard.

“I ain't never too tired for you,” I responded, my eyes zooming in on every curve of her body.

“Boy bye,” she laughed as she was washing the dishes.

I stood up and walked over to her, hugging her from behind. My hard dick pressed right up against her pussy.

“I love you Jayla,” and I couldn't believe I said it.

She turned the water off and turnt around, staring into my eyes.

“I love you Jordan,” she replied.

It was the first time we ever said it to each other. I leaned in and kissed her; it was tender and passionate. As she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I savored it.

Her hands were unbuckling my belt,and we were kissing like it was our first time. It was hot , my dick was throbbing at the thought of her touching it. “I want you so bad,” I moaned in between kisses,her hands were pulling my boxers down. Her mouth was wet as she pulled away and started to squat in front of me. She stuck her tongue out and put the tip of my Dick on it. I felt an intense shock run through my body when it touched. She let out the sexist moan ,and in that moment I knew (she was bout to suck my dick crazy).

“This my dick?” she asked while licking the tip.

I let out a deep breath.

“It's only yours,” I moaned.

Next thing I felt was my full eight inches sliding to the back of her throat. It went so deep back that it activated her gag reflex, and that sensation felt good as fuck. I had to grip the counter to keep myself from cumming too fast. I watched her spit on it, then lick it up off me.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Every time she deepthroated I could feel nothing but pleasure all over.

It took everything in me to pull back to stop her.

“You look so good,” I said, helping her up.

We started kissing again, but this time I went from her lips to her neck. My hands were sliding down her robe, caressing her ass.

“Are you ready?” I asked, pulling her closer to me.

“Mhhmm hhmmmm,” she moaned, biting her lip.

I turned her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. When I slid her robe over and saw she had just shaved her pussy I almost lost my mind. I just need to feel that muthafucka one time.

“Damn you wet like this,” I said, touching her softly.

She giggled and reached back and grabbed my dick , pulling it into her . “aaagghhh” i moaned. That first stroke felt like pure bliss, like my whole day had these clouds over it. But now the sun just busted through , and I inhaled her scent like it was a delicacy. I eased back a little and then I went deep again. “Yessss,” she breathed. I was moving my hips in a churning motion every time I was pulling back. She was throwing her ass back on me.

We were both moaning loudly as we got closer to climax, our bodies smacking up against each other, creating a vortex of lust. She had started playing with her clit as I was going deep. I had one of my hands wrapped up in her hair, holding on for dear life. “Fuck me, mmhmm yeeaaahh,” she moaned. Her pussy was starting to clench against my dick. When she started convulsing, it literally pulled the cum out of me. “Fuuuckkk,” I yelled as I pushed deeper into her, releasing everything I had. It felt so good to be in love. It felt good to have a woman like this.

When I pulled out, I could see my cum start dripping out of her. She looked back at me and was moving her ass in a circle slowly . Yeah, I'm not going anywhere ,anytime soon...