Passionate Ashes (4 page)

Connor felt his blood rushing to parts of him that clouded his judgment. He was starting to find that he had never been more attracted to a woman before, and the growing tent in his gym shorts was beginning to prove that.

Connor shifted where he stood, using the jet black countertop to hide his growing excitement.

“
Maybe we can arrange that,
”
Connor joked along, well aware that his boxer-briefs were feeling very constricted at this point.

    
Jada laughed at that, a hearty laugh that made her breasts bounce just the slightest. Enough to send Connor over the edge. He either had to have her or he had to get out of that room. The only thing stopping him from bending Jada over right that instant was the thought of Shannon.

    
He knew she was a drug addicted lunatic, but she was his first love and that was a hard bond to break. He also knew how cheating affected families. But could it really be considered cheating if Shannon loved cocaine more than Connor's company?

    
Connor had to get out of there. No matter how hard he was getting from imagining Jada on her knees.

    
"It was great meeting you, Jada! You can go ahead and start, I'll get out of your way."

    
"Great meeting you too, Connor! Thanks so much for the job, I really appreciate it beyond anything," Jada said, her gratitude was more than obvious. She made a move to give Connor a hug and Connor could do nothing but accept it. His strong arms circled around her in what would have been a very platonic hug, if not for the fact that Connor's erect cock was balled up and struggling to break free from the confines of his gym shorts. Connor thanked goodness he didn't decide to freeball it today or his erection would have been extremely obvious.

    
"Please, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll be up in my room. Last season of Breaking
 
Bad. Crazy shit." Connor said, wondering if Jada had felt his excitement through her khaki shorts.
 
She didn't react in any
 
peculiar way, so Connor figured he was in the clear. He grabbed his orange juice and left up to the bedroom, ready to forget about Breaking Bad and
 
instead jack-off for the next hour, imagining Jada dusting the cabinets while bent over and
 
spread wide.
 

                                                
***

Holy shit. He was hard.
 

Jada had definitely noticed. And how could she have not? Connor was sporting one of the biggest packages Jada had ever felt, and that was through four layers of clothing. A familiar dampness began to form in between Jada's thighs, her breath coming in short spurts.

Her mind was racing. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself in her current position. She was leaning on a kitchen counter that probably cost more than a car, inside of a famous Hollywood producer's mansion, wearing a skimpy maid outfit, and she just clearly felt Connor's hard cock from under his shorts.

This had to be against all the fucking rules in the book. Connor was her boss. And he was married! There was no way she could act on it. No way she would ever be able to take his fullness in her hands. No way she could ever spread her legs and straddle him, taking him all inside of her.

Yet where there is a will, there is a way.

It was almost too much to handle. In fact, she was getting so hot and bothered that her skin was starting to get warmer and warmer.

"Ok, Jada, focus," she whispered to herself, calming her emotions and putting out the fire that was growing inside her.
 

Being a witch had its perks but it also came with some huge drawbacks. Growing up, Jada had to be homeschooled and rarely left the house simply because she would set fire to anything in her reach whenever she would throw a tantrum, and as a child that was often. Her mother, another witch, tried to teach her the responsibilities of her powers at an early age, but Jada was too much of a spitfire. When Jada was ten, her mother made the difficult decision of binding her daughter
’
s powers, taking them away from her until she was old enough to handle them.

The plan was so that Jada could learn her families legacy when she was older and more mature. Except nothing ever goes as planned.

When Jada was sixteen, tragedy like no other struck.

Her mother was always involved in the witch community. Always striving to bring them closer and really cherish their powers. But with power comes those who crumble under it
’
s weight and become corrupt. There was one particular coven that were beginning to turn to the dark arts, or blood magic. Jada
’
s mother called to put an end to their practices, and she almost did, but the blood coven was ultimately too strong and too far down the path.

Jada
’
s mother was murdered when she was only sixteen.

This not only devastated her emotionally, but it also released her powers back to her. A grieving and tormented Jada now had to not only cope with the death of her mother but also with the onset of these new powers.

It was a long seven year period of trial and error. Never knowing when one day she would wake up surrounded by the ashes of the building she destroyed in her sleep. Or whether the blood coven would decide to kill off the whole family tree, leaving Jada scared and alone. She grew from these experiences, but damn where they hard.

She shook herself a little bit and pulled out the rag from her back pocket. She looked around and started wiping down the marble island. It wasn
’
t long before she was beginning to hum the newest Drake single.

“
It
’
s clear she doesn
’
t want an inch, she wants nine
”
she murmured along to the song, suddenly going back to the though of Connor and the package under his shorts.

“
Girl, calm yourself down. It
’
s only the first day,
”
she said to herself. But the rising heat in her center was becoming too hard to ignore. She knew he was into her, there was no denying that. But would she really do that to a family man? Even though she knew their relationship was turning into complete shit, he was still married. It went against everything she stood for.

Oh fuck it.

Jada put the rag back in her pocket and made her way through the mansion to where she remembered Connor mentioning his bedroom was. She stood outside, her fist raised to knock, but her hand came back down.

She whips out the rag again and starts wiping the door handle, noticing it
’
s unlocked. She twists it as far as she can while still making it seem like an accident. The door creaks open but no reply from inside.

Well, I mean I am the cleaner girl. I need to clean their bedroom, right?

With that logic, Jada swings the door open and squeals at what she sees.

There, directly in front of her, was Connor Gold, famous Hollywood producer, gym shorts down at his ankles, earplugs in his ear, and cock in hand.

The squeal is heard over the moaning of the two brunettes fingering each other on the huge iMac crystal clear screen, causing Connor to wipe around, a look of horror crossing his face.

“
I am so sorry,
”
they both said, Connor turning a blush red as he pulls up his shorts as fast as he can. Except Jada could still see the erection causing an obvious tent in the front.

“
I
…
umm
…
I knocked. I
’
m sorry.
”
Jada said, turning slightly towards the door, her eyes down but a smile curling her lips.

“
It
’
s ok
…
I thought I, well I thought I locked it. Hah, guess not, am I right?
”
Connor said, his attempt at joking the situation off failing quite miserably.

“
Ok, well
…
I
’
m going to go clean.
”

“
Wait.
”

Connor was starting to feel the primal urge again. It could have been because his cock was already aching for a release, the stiffness in between his strong thighs was pulsing, drops of precum already seeping through the light blue material of the gym shorts.

“
I think this desk needs dusting,
”
Connor said, not even believing what was coming out of his own mouth. But he needed to have her. Forget about Shannon. Forget about rules. Forget about modesty. There was just something so powerful, a connection too magnetic to ignore.

His shorts jumped as his hard cock threatened to break free.

“
Oh really, sir? Let me check that for you.
”
Jada said, her smile now growing into a mischievous grin. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked over to the desk, seeing Connors hard dick make an imprint through the shorts. She could clearly see the defined lines of his thick member, the head perfectly outlined through the thing material. Her pussy was flushed with moisture as she reached the desk.

“
Right here, sir?
”
Jada asked, bending over and wiping away at a perfectly clean desk. Her pink lace showed clearly over her tight khaki shorts. The line of her ass eating up the shorts, giving Connor a perfect view.

“
Mmm, yeah, I must have spilled something,
”
Connor said, his hands moving up to massage Jada
’
s ass. He cupped both of them from the bottom, letting his hands fill to the brim with her ass. He moved one hand down and started grabbing at his cock over the shorts.

“
Oh, I think you dropped something down here, sir,
”
Jada said, bending down even further so that her ass was pitched up at Connor
’
s face. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, revealing her perfect ass hiding the pink lace thong. He started kissing her bottom, moving his hand under his shorts and pulling them down, revealing his huge pink cock.

Jada gasped at the sight of it, getting up from the floor and turning to face Connor.

She had never been with a white guy before so she didn't really know what to expect, but Connor's member made her wetter than she had ever been before.

“
Looks like I might have to clean you up, dirty boy.
”
Jada said, throwing her legs over Connor
’
s strong thighs. She straddled him like this, pushing his bare cock against her soaking wet lace panties.

She rode him. Gyrating on his hard cock. Feeling him push up against her soaking wet sex through her underwear. Her folds ached with pleasure as her clit throbbed with every pump.

She slid her soaking mound onto his thick rod, over and over, feeling his strength sending her waves of pleasure.

She leaned over and met his hungry mouth with hers. Their tongues met, dancing in the heat of passion, swapping pure ecstasy. Connor's hands explored Jada's body. His strong, masculine fingers traced circles across Jada's back before gripping on and thrusting her down even harder. It was a thrilling rollercoaster ride of forbidden desire.

They both let out moans simultaneously, Jada arching her back and pushing her tits out further, pressing her pulsing pussy even harder.

“
You feel so good,
”
Connor groaned into her chest, pulling down her outfit to reveal her large breasts. He licked at her nipples, stretched to taught points of arousal, sending waves of pleasure shoot down Jada
’
s spine and towards her center. Building her up. Causing drops of sweat to form on her forehead as a moan escaped both of their mouths again, Jada trying to hold it back this time but failing.

Connors strong fingers found their way tracing the delicate lines of Jada's panty's. They teased her mound with pressure, gently brushing up against her aching clit. Jada could feel Connor slide her pink lace aside and separate her soaking wet mound with his strong fingers.

He teased her entrance, pressing just one finger at first, hooking it up and applying the perfect amount of pressure on Jada's inner walls. She was in ecstasy. And she wanted more. Her movements became more sporadic as her bright pink acrylic nails buried themselves deep in Connor's hair, pulling his head back and exposing his pale white neck.

“
I want you inside of me,
”
Jada said in a sultry whisper.

She had never lusted for a man so bad before. And this white guy was suddenly having her soaking wet and more aroused than ever. His cock was huge too. Jada could feel the thickness stretch her lips just from the outside. She could only imagine what he would do inside of her, pressing out on her pink inner walls.