Desire Investment System

Jace's grin sharpened, amusement sparking in his red eyes. "Give me a titjob."

Amelia froze, breath catching. Her cheeks flushed red, eyes widening at the blunt demand. Her thighs pressed tightly together, betraying the heat that rushed through her body.

Her gaze lingered on his cock, thick and hard. Her lips parted, but no words came.

'How long has it been…'

Twenty years. Two decades since she had last felt a man's hunger for her body. To still be wanted, it sent her mind spinning, instincts clawing back to the surface. Her arousal clawed at her like it had been locked away too long, now spilling free with wild abandon.

She stared, dazed, until his voice cut through her fog.

"Amelia."

Her head snapped up, startled. His crimson eyes fixed on her.

Jace leaned closer, his tone playful yet edged. "What are you dazed about?"

Before she could answer, his hands grouped her naked breasts, full and round in his palms.

"J-Jace…" Her voice broke.

He smirked, squeezing hard, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. "In front of me were you thinking of… another man?"

Her breath hitched, panic flashing. "I-I… I did—"

His fingers pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging them sharply upward.

"AH!" The cry slipped from her throat, raw and instinctive.

Jace chuckled. "This is your punishment."

Her nipples stretched tight under his pull, her breasts trembling with each harsh twist. Heat rolled through her until her toes curled.

Then his head dipped.

His mouth latched around one breast, sucking hard, tongue circling wetly.

"JACE!" she cried, voice too loud, the thought of people passing in the hall gone from her mind.

He pulled back with a loud pop. Saliva dripped down her breast, running in trails across her pale chest and belly.

She panted, body shaking.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, smirk never fading. Then his mouth descended again, this time closing around the nipple he had just twisted raw. His tongue lapped, relentless.

Her whole body arched. "Hhh—ahhh!"

His right hand slid down her back, gripping her ass hard, kneading the soft curve until his fingers dug in. His left hand found her spit-soaked breast, pinching and tugging, stretching the nipple taut.

Her thighs spread unconsciously. Her toes curled tighter. His knee pressed up, grazing her naked pussy, rubbing slow, without rhythm, teasing pressure.

The office filled with wet sucking, the faint slap of his palm on her ass, and Amelia's broken moans.

Minutes bled away. Her voice grew hoarse from calling his name. Her nails scratched at the sofa, her body shuddering each time his tongue dragged across her stiff nipples.

After ten long minutes, Jace finally pulled away. Her breasts glistened with saliva, red and swollen. Her head fell back against the sofa's edge, chest heaving, face flushed deep scarlet.

She was undone, weak, trembling.

Jace himself panted faintly, a strand of spit dripping from his chin to her bare thigh.

For a moment, neither moved.

Then his hands slid down and gripped her waist. He pulled her toward him with one hard jerk. She gasped, jolted upright, struggling to gather her fading strength.

Her voice trembled, broken. "J…ac…e…"

But he only shifted higher, planting himself astride her belly. His balls pressed into her slick breasts, his cock laying heavy across them, the tip nudging close to her lips.

His smirk widened. "If you won't give me a titjob yourself… then I'll titfuck you myself."

Her gray eyes widened. "W-Wait—"

He ignored the stammer. His hands gripped the sides of her breasts, squeezing them tight around his shaft.

His hips rocked forward. The thick head touched her closed lips.

He leaned low, voice dark and filthy. "I'll cum enough to make your belly full."

Her whole face burned red. She shook her head faintly, flustered, ashamed, but heat spread in her pussy faster than she could fight.

Then he whispered close, breath tickling her ear. "Now… open your mouth. And taste the delicacy. My Amy."

Her heart twisted at the nickname—childish, embarrassing, yet something about it pierced straight through her defenses. Romantic. Intimate.

She closed her eyes, lips parting with a trembling surrender.

Jace grinned cruelly. His hips surged forward.

His cock shoved into her mouth, hot and thick, cutting off her breath instantly. His hands clamped her breasts around his shaft, pushing them tight, smothering her face between the soft mounds.

Her muffled gag vibrated along his length.

He set a rough rhythm at once. His hips pounded, cock sliding through her tits, tip spearing her lips and into her throat. Wet smacks echoed as her spit mixed with the slick drag of her tits.

Her eyes watered, but her moans poured out, helpless and needy.

His grip kneaded her tits hard, squeezing, pressing them tighter around his cock each thrust. His balls slapped her chest, his breath roughening, his crimson eyes half-lidded in dark pleasure..

Her body shook. The pain of his relentless thrusts blended with the molten heat flooding her veins. Her pussy dripped, soaking through, each rough push driving her deeper into lust.

Her toes curled, legs trembling wide. His cock swelled against her tongue.

Then his voice cracked sharp. "Swallow it all."

His hips slammed forward, cock burying deep as his climax tore through him. Hot cum flooded her mouth in thick spurts.

She choked, eyes flying open, swallowing fast as he groaned above her. But more poured in, too much, overflowing. His thrusts jerked harder, desperate, almost lifting from her chest as he shoved deep again.

Her lips sealed tight, sucking, squeezing every last drop as his cock throbbed against her tongue.

At last, his hips slowed. He pulled out with a wet drag, strings of semen clinging between her lips and cock before breaking.

Jace stood, cleaning his cock with her skirt with a slow calm.

Amelia collapsed back, body drenched in sweat, throat aching. Her breasts glistened with spit and cum, chest rising too fast. Her gray eyes were half-lidded, dazed.

Her pussy throbbed, wetter than ever. She couldn't even lift her head.

Jace bent once, fingers pressing briefly against her soaked slit.

A slick sound followed. He lifted his fingers, a thin string of her wetness stretching before it snapped.

"I didn't expect you to be this wet." His voice was sly, amused.

She couldn't answer, couldn't argue. Only her glazed eyes followed him.

He smiled darkly. "But I can't spend more time with you…"

Inside, his thoughts curled sharp. 'I've another pawn to collect.'

He adjusted his belt, pulled his coat in place, and left without another word.

Moments later he slid into the backseat of his sleek black sedan. The car gleamed, polished, expensive.

Kyra sat at the wheel, gloves tight around the steering. "Sir, should we go to Ma'am Maribel's apartment? Or book a hotel?"

Jace smirked, leaning back, crimson eyes glinting. "Drive to Noelle's home."

"Yes, Sir." She pressed the gas. The car eased into motion, the morning sunlight reflecting across the tinted glass.

Jace's gaze lingered on the window, his reflection staring back.

'I hope she won't avoid me now.'

His red eyes glimmered with dark amusement.