Mrs. Jones: Book One (The Jones Series #1) Read Online Free

who had the time to focus on emotions? It was all about the D!
    His sex, love-making, was the best!
    As Santana slowly pulled my knees apart, I lifted slightly so that he could tug on my panties underneath my dress. He took them off and placed them into his mouth.
    Hey, like I said, he was always on some crazy, freaky stuff. And I loved it.
    Next, he pulled at my legs, causing me to slide down in the chair. As he continued to chew on my panties, his fingers found their way to my watering hole. I moaned simply from his touch. It was as though every single touch was filled with love.
    Isn’t it something to be able to tell how much a person loves you, just by the way that they touch you?
    That’s the effect that Santana’s touches had on me.
    He proceeded to flick my bean as my moans grew louder. My juices flowed effortlessly, drowning his fingers which now seemed to be struggling as they moved in and out of me. I held on tightly to his wrists, hoping that he’d have a little mercy on me, but I knew Santana.
    He wouldn’t stop until either his hands…or his mouth was full of my sweet, creamy cum.
    Speaking of his mouth, he spit out my panties and licked his lips. Instantly, my body became as hot as fire. I knew that I was about to go to that point of return in only a matter of seconds…and I couldn’t wait!
    Santana placed his mouth on me. My mouth cooed without my permission, and my hands obeyed my instructions, as they squeezed the back of Santana’s neck. The flicks and licks coming from his tongue were indescribable. It was impossible for me to put into words just how he was making me feel. His fingers joined in as he continued to please me with his mouth. I wanted to call him something dirty, but I couldn’t get manage to find the right words. All I could do was whine, moan, and even scream.
    My g-spot was starting to respond to the harassment and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I would cross the orgasm finish line . Santana began to talk to my pussycat, and she responded by spitting her juices in his face. My eyes closed as I bit my bottom lip. That familiar feeling in my stomach began to stir and I let out a scream from the pit of my belly. Moments later, my creams of satisfaction spewed out of my kitty cat’s opening , and Santana met them , eagerly---with his mouth.
    ~***~
    “So you married him anyway?” Joey asked in disbelief.
    It had taken days to get Santana off of my back, in order to meet with Joey, but the day was had finally come---and I finally had to say goodbye.
    “Joey, you’re married too, but you seem to forget that. I’ve been through two marriages, and still yet, you haven’t left her. And you never plan to,” I said to him.
    “Not this again. Damn, you know why I’m still married; but you also know who has my heart…you. You only married him to piss me off,” Joey proclaimed.
    “No, I married him because I love him. And I married him because if I continue to wait on you, I’ll be alone forever,” I confirmed.
    “That’s where you’re wrong. She’s cheating on me. I don’t know with whom yet; but I’m positive that she is. And as soon as I catch her, I’m out of there, and the ball will be in my court. All I asked you for was a little more time,” Joey said.
    She’s cheating?
    This changes everything…or does it?
    I wasn’t prepared for him to spill that pot of beans so I remained quiet.
    “I thought we were tired of hiding, and tired of lying. I thought that it was just going to be us, finally. No one will ever love you the way that I do. And I don’t care what mess you have gone out and created; one day, you will be mine Niveah---all mine,” Joey said, staring at me.
    My mind was all over the place as I tried to sort out my feelings.
    The truth is with Joey I felt complete. I felt sure. I felt as though with him I could be who I really was. I didn’t have to pretend, I didn’t have to lie. I didn’t have to be who I thought he wanted me to be. I could