True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 95

That morning Zoé was cleaning the flat, Maya had gone out to spend her tips on food. And she… well she still had all of hers and was figuring out how to get it back to that guy.

She turned on the little old radio, if she was going to deep clean she would do it with music. The young woman was already halfway there when there was a knock on the door of her flat. The music was loud, Zoé reached the old door and opened it wide. Assuming it was Maya, they only had one set of keys.

But when she opened it, the first thing her eyes saw was a pair of emerald eyes detailing her from head to toe. Zoé swore she had blushed at Jean’s presence… Shit! What was she doing in her house? How did she know where she lived?

-Hello, beautiful.

-You! She blinked repeatedly in surprise to see him at her door.

-Can I come in?

-No! -She frowns. -What are you doing here? -How did you know where I lived?

-It wasn’t hard to find you. Nothing is for me.

-Did you follow me? She accused him.

Jean Pierre kept silent for a few minutes, if he confessed the truth, the girl would be frightened.

-Would you let me pass? He arched one of his perfect eyebrows.

-What if I slam the door in your face? She crosses her arms.

The blond found the situation a bit comical, she appeared innocent but she liked to play games. So he thought he’d give her a bit of fun if that’s what she wanted.

In one swift move Jean burst into Zoé’s house, going straight into the small living room that doubled as the kitchen and dining room. How did he live in a place like that, he thought. Besides, everything was a mess.

-Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I’m going to call the police!

-Do you speak French? He asks, turning his back to her.

-What’s it to you?

Jean turns around and looks at her full body again, those pyjama clothes didn’t do justice to her beautiful body.

-The police won’t do anything beautiful… he puts his hands down his trousers. -Are you alone?

-I don’t have to answer anything, get out of my house right now. He demanded.

-And if I say no? He smiles.

-This is not a game, I want you to leave. He points to the door.

-What’s your name? He asks her in a low voice, a little… Sweet?

Just then Zoé’s heart skipped a beat, what was wrong? It had only been a strange and fleeting palpitation. She was uncomfortable, and she was beginning to sweat.

-I don’t want you to know, like the time.

-Really?

Jean began to take a few steps towards her, dressed in that fine, elegant suit, which caused Zoé to recoil and panic. He narrowed his eyes as he saw her turn pale, it was a good sign.

Zoé swallows as she catches Jean approaching her, instinctively she backs away but doesn’t go far as she collides with the door. Jean is only a few centimetres away from her, while the brunette’s heart is in her mouth.

Dubois places one hand on the side of Zoé’s face, leaving the other in his pocket, which causes her to blink rapidly. Jean brings his face closer to Zoé’s, who has paled even more. She looked like a ghost.

-I want to know your name, why won’t you tell me? He whispers a little too close to her lips.

-Because… because I don’t… I don’t know you! He lets go.

-That’s what I’ve tried to change.

Jean’s eyes just focus on Zoé’s lips, she’s just swallowing saliva and trying not to let her damn legs fail her at that moment.

-I don’t want to know you. She answers almost audibly.

-All you tell me is that you’re lying.

She finished the sentence, to shorten the space between their mouths. Jean tasted Zoé’s lips in a sweet way, bringing one of her hands to the brunette’s hair. And with her free arm, she wrapped it around her body.

Zoé didn’t know that a k**s could be so delicious… she was actually amazed by this stolen k**s. Jean was a wonderful kisser, and as he wrapped his body around her, he invaded her mouth with his tongue at the same time.

She remained static, with both hands on the door. As stiff as a board, if it was by mere instinct that she closed her eyes when Jean kissed her, for the rest of her eyes were like saucers. Although her first reaction must have been to push him away, it turned out to be the last thing she did.

A few seconds later, Jean was pulling away from her lips. Leaving her more anxious for more than angry.

-What’s your name? His voice sounded more like a plea than a command.

And she didn’t understand why hearing him speak like that caused a pang in her lower belly.

-Z-Zoe…” She stammered in response. -My name is Zoé Bonnes.

Jean smiles half-sideways, he always got what he wanted.

-That’s a nice name!

-Thank you. She replies with flushed cheeks.

The Frenchman kissed Zoé again, but this time the k**s was fiercer and more ambitious. Since a hand of the blond descended to one of the buttocks of the young woman, who sighed between his mouth. Which increased the Frenchman’s desire to possess her right there and then.

He pressed his body against hers, pressing her even harder against the wood behind her back. The k**s went from fierce to urgent, Jean took both of her lover’s legs and guided her to wrap them around him. Zoé picked up on his intentions, and quickly her body was moved into the bedroom.

The brunette was not really thinking clearly, her mind was blank. Between the Frenchman’s k****s and touches, the little sanity that she had left was destroyed.

Very soon she felt her body resting on the mattress of the bed, and immediately a hand slid down her thigh, sending shivers all over her body. Then she heard a gasp, and didn’t know if it was her or Jean.

Her neck was being attacked with a tasty tongue and sensual lips… F**k! He was killing her. That man knew how to please a girl. Next, Jean’s hand moved up to her belly under her pyjama top. Shit! she exclaimed, she wasn’t wearing a bra that morning.

Quickly her breast was crowned, and it was then that she heard Jean grunt and m**n… she gently pinched her nipple, causing small shocks in her belly. The girl marvelled, for she would never have imagined that pinching your nipples would tickle your v****a.

Instinctively arching her body, Jean kissed her neck… slowly moving down, leaving furtive k****s over her clothes. As soon as he reached her pyjama trousers, Zoé held the pillows tightly.

Jean only pulled them down a little, just enough to reveal her s*x. She brought her lips to the small opening enjoying the taste and smell of Zoé… everything was perfect about her, for a prostitute.

He pushed his tongue further in, which caused her to arch. He was masturbating Zoé’s v****a with his tongue, knowing she was enjoying it as much as he was. Eager to get to the second step of that first encounter… the first of many. He thought.

-For God’s sake! Nooo… stop!… nooo… Zoé m****d as her s*x was masturbated by a very experienced tongue. -Aaaaaaaaaaaah! She screams as she feels something warm go down her s*x and Jean licks the lips of her v****a with eagerness.

She was breathless, what she had experienced had been incredible… F**k! She was missing so much. She couldn’t believe she was still a virgin at that time.

Then suddenly, she heard the waistband of a pair of trousers being fiddled with, followed by the zip… God! It was going to happen… she said to herself.

Then just then, the door was knocked insistently.

-Maya! Zoé whispers, half sitting up.

-Who?! He frowns.

-My friend! She’s back, dammit!

-Correct her. The blond demands, still on top of her.

-We both live here, I’m not going to throw her out on the street.

-F**k! Jean runs his hand through his hair.

He gets off the bed and adjusts his trousers. Embarrassed, Zoé rearranges her clothes. She leaves the room followed by a very frustrated Jean.

-Maya! Zoé says to him with surprise and nervousness, opening the door.

-And what are you up to? Why didn’t you open the door?

She says passing by with the brown bags in her hands. But as soon as she enters the flat, the brunette stops in her tracks, her eyes widening like saucers.

-Oh, I see why you wouldn’t open the door. She smiles at Jean.

-It’s not what you think. Her friend answers her with red cheeks.

-My friend… don’t be silly, if you want, I’ll leave this and I can come back later.

-That would be nice! Jean smiles and nods.

-No! No way… you’re leaving now. He points at Jean.

-Why? Your friend says…

-She’s crazy, now. He points to the door.

The boy walks resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going to get any more that day from her… but stops at the door.

-We’re not finished, Zoé!