Spicy Number

Jada Wilson

Checking the phone she had tucked in the waist of her tights, Jada rested it on the coffee table along with the empty glass of gin and tonic, then made her way down the hall in the direction Mr. Grey had gone.

She used her magic to find him by heightening her senses so she could follow his scent. If her estimate was correct, he should be in the shower right now, wherever his room was.

She followed the scent upstairs to what looked like the master suite. Jada turned the knob and found that it was not locked. She then pushed the door open, and with her already heightened senses, she heard the shower running.

She looked around the room. It was huge! Of course, she had thought. She knew those types of men. And this one, in particular, had expensive taste in decor.

If she was judging based on the downstairs area alone.

A custom-sized bed. Those beds were more extensive than the king-size.

It was on her left on entry, the bathroom on the right, the closet next to the bathroom, a mini office area, a massive TV on the wall between the bathroom and closet, and an oversized couch at the foot of the bed.

Jada went straight to the bathroom area, only to see the door wide open. Well, sure, it would be. Who the hell would be coming up here right now, right?

Jada gasped at the view in front of her. She clutched at her chest and squeezed her thighs as her pvssy clenched again. But removed the mask she had carefully placed over the scent of her arousal and let it reign free.

Mr. Grey, stark naked in his clear glassed shower, face tilted to the showerhead, letting it rain down on him as he washed his face. When suddenly, he stopped his movements.

His hands fell to his side, his body trembled, and he squeezed his hands into a fist. His muscles bulged like he was fighting back against something.

Then he simply took hold of his hardening length that had suddenly seemed to be getting harder and harder as the seconds ticked by.

Mr. Grey gently stroked his manhood as he let the water fall over him.

Jada's eyes bulged at the size, the girth, and length, oh Goddess, and her juices gushed onto her already soaked for the hundredth time tights when his head snapped to her.

Then and there, she knew he was fighting to control himself. She swore she saw his wolf's eyes. Ok, buddy, let's go. She hesitated for a split second at the thought of his wolf.

But, like it was said, a split second.'

She then got closer to the light penetrating the outside of the bathroom. She cursed the tights she had worn right now, but nothing her magic could not deal with.

Looking at Mr. Grey, the big bad wolf, with come eat me eyes, she slowly and sexily trailed her fingertips along the waist of her tights, then whispered, low enough so Daniel would not hear downstairs, but hard enough so that Mr. Grey would definitely hear her in the shower.

"Begone." Just like that, her tights-clad legs and core were now bare, and her tights were neatly folded on the bed behind her.

She stood in her white Tee and bare below her waist, her gorgeous, tiny, cute, clean-shaven pvssy, with her thick bare legs on full display.

Mr. Grey sucked in a breath, and his wolf Kodak's eyes peeked out again, and he continued his motions, stroking himself.

So many thoughts flew through his mind, ideas of what he wanted to do to that gorgeous pvssy of hers, but he also knew he did not have the time.

Goddess, the moment he had smelled her arousal, his shaft had automatically risen for the occasion. It was like he had no control.

She smelt delicious, like a sweet delicacy. Mr. Grey could almost taste her on the tip of his tongue, and at that thought, his lips parted, then his tongue darted out in eager anticipation.

He growled lowly!

Goddess, she was Aubrianne's friend.

He had tried so hard to control himself, to focus on anything other than the aphrodisiac that was standing a few feet away from him to the point where his body trembled. He flexed his hands.

Goddess, Jada would torture him to death right now.

In Jada's line of work, she was always clean down south. It was her preference. She was always super conscious of her lady parts, her entire body, for that matter.

She always ensured she was prepped and groomed correctly, ensuring the men's meal was perfectly prepared.

Nevertheless, baring her pretty pvssy for Mr. Grey, Jada wanted him to know just how wet she was for him at this very moment, so she slowly sashayed towards the glass shower door.

Hips swayed seductively from side to side as she looked at him with unbridled desire emanating clearly through her gorgeous grey eyes.

Jada slid it open, and Mr. Grey was watching her every movement.

The shower door now opened. Jada reached out and stopped what Mr. Grey was doing.

"Jada, please, don't do this. You are Aubrianne's friend and..."

Taking one of his hands, she passed it over her chest to dry his fingers. Dragging it across, then cupping her mounds with the hand that she controlled.

"So firm." Mr. Grey spoke as if he was in pain.

But that lasted a second. Mr. Grey suddenly did not need much coaching. He had gripped her mound and then squeezed her left nipple.

Unable to control himself.

Jada lifted part of her Tee and continued the process of drying his fingers one by one, eyes never leaving his, while Mr. Grey now stood there in anticipation of what this little minx would do next.

Once Jada was satisfied, his fingers were all dry. She lifted her right foot, knees bent, and propped it on the step-up to enter the bathroom.

"Jada, please, you are too young, too..." He tried to get out the words because reality had kicked in for a split second, but then...

His shaft twitched at the sight of her exposed core opening slightly before him.

Core exposed to Mr. Grey, she took the dry palm of his hand, then palms her pvssy with it. He squeezed it and then slid his finger into her.

Jada grinds on his hand as he cups her pvssy.

"At least he remembers my name.." She said, but it came out with a moan.

Jada moans softly at the invasion of his thick finger in her tight pvssy, and she enjoys the sensations it brings along with the warmth of his palm.

There was a sure heat that seemed to radiate out of Mr. Grey, or maybe it was the hot shower he was in the middle of. Jada did not know and did not care. She loved the feeling.

Mr. Grey hissed at the sensation of Jada's pvssy tightly wrapped around his finger and licked his lips in anticipation.

"F**k, Goddess...you are so tight," Mr. Grey amped up the pace of his fingers and the circular motions he added to the bud.

Jada's pvssy clenched, her head fell back, and she steadied herself before saying, "Now, now, let's not get greedy." She wagged a finger at him.

Yet the sensation of Mr. Grey's finger, which seemed to be intentionally hitting all the right places, caused her to stand still.

Jada did not move, she could not move, or maybe she really did not want to move, and Mr. Grey did not let up. He stuck his finger in her and thrust in and out a few more times.

And Jada had simply continued her movements on his finger. She moans as her pvssy spasm, gripping the life out of Mr. Grey's finger.

Her already heightened senses caused her to come undone while she gyrated on Mr. Grey's finger.

She was red after trying to muffle her screams. She held Mr. Grey's gaze through it all.

Her juices ran down her legs, and Mr. Grey wanted to lick her cum that was running down those thick sexy legs.

His tongue had automatically darted out as he hungrily watched her.

And a vivid picture of her lying down on his bed, legs spread wide as he ate her pvssy flashed in his mind, and his wolf Kodak's golden eyes showed through again.

Kodak lost his mate. He knew that was over, she was not coming back from the grave, and there would never be another that could replace her.

However, he did not mind a little fun, and this little spicy number seemed to be doing an excellent job waking up the old beast.

Jada took out his fingers, directed them to his lips, and allowed him to taste her.