Chapter 17: Megan’s Rebirth

“Go sit on that chair over there, then,” Megan ordered softly, brushing her fingers down his chest.

Jalen did as he was told, sitting in the plush chair in the living area. Megan then walked up to him, her gold high-heeled pumps clicking against the hard floor.

She kneeled in front of him, heels planted firmly on the suite floor, crimson gown still clinging to her curves like liquid sin. Her long acrylic nails, with the fresh crimson polish gleaming, moved with deliberate slowness, unbuckling his belt, dragging the zipper down tooth by tooth. The soft metallic rasp filled the quiet room.

His pants opened, and Megan’s fingers curled inside of his boxers and tugged.

Jalen’s cock sprang free, already thick and heavy, veins pulsing under the skin. Megan paused, eyes widening just enough to show appreciation, lips parting on a soft exhale that ghosted warm across the swollen head.

“He looks ready for me,” she murmured, voice low and wicked, a devilish smile curling her red lips.

“You have no idea,” Jalen breathed.

Megan wrapped both hands around him with one at the base and the other higher. She gave a slow, twisting stroke that made Jalen’s abs jump.

Then she leaned in.

Her tongue flicked out first, flat and wet, dragging from balls to tip in one long, teasing stripe. Jalen hissed through his teeth. She did it again, slower, letting spit pool and drip down his shaft before she finally wrapped her lips around the head.

The heat of her mouth was immediate and devastating. She sucked gently at first getting just the tip. Her tongue swirled lazy circles around the ridge while her hands kept pumping the rest of him in perfect rhythm.

Red lipstick smeared instantly, leaving vivid rings down his length with every slow descent.

Megan’s eyes briefly flashed up at him through dark lashes, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.

Jalen’s hand found her hair, fingers threading through the waves, just holding on as she started to bob.

She worked him with filthy precision. Her lips were tight, tongue pressing flat along the underside, and cheeks hollowed hard on the upstroke.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the suite with slick suction and her soft hums of satisfaction vibrating straight through his cock. Spit ran down her chin, mixing with the red streaks of lipstick, dripping onto her cleavage.

Jalen groaned low, hips flexing involuntarily. “Fuck, Megan...”

She moaned around him in response, the vibration making his thighs tense. One hand dropped to cup and massage his balls, rolling them gently while the other twisted at the base in counterpoint to her mouth.

She took him deeper and deeper until the head nudged the back of her throat. She held there, swallowing around him, throat fluttering, eyes watering slightly but never breaking contact.

Jalen’s grip tightened in her hair. “Jesus—”

Megan pulled back agonizingly slow, letting spit string from her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She licked her lips, tasting him, then dove back down, faster and relentless now with her head bobbing, hands pumping, and tongue swirling.

She was messy, greedy, and unashamed. Her lipstick was completely transferred now with streaks of red and precum painting his shaft.

Jalen’s breathing turned ragged. His abs flexed hard, thighs trembling. “Megan—I’m gonna—”

She didn’t stop or slow. She looked up at him again with daring eyes, her mouth full as she sucked harder.

Jalen broke. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as his hips jerked.

He exploded. Hot, thick cum pulsated deep into her mouth as she held him there, swallowing every drop, moaning softly with satisfaction. His hands gripped the chair as she took it all without hesitation.

When his body stopped convulsing, and he finally sagged back in the chair, breath ragged, she retreated her mouth slowly.

Megan kept her mouth on him, sucking gently, milking every drop. Only then did she pull off with a soft, wet pop, tongue sweeping over the sensitive head one last time.

She let out a slow, satisfied hum, licking the tip one last time before she finally pulled back, her eyes locking onto his. She swallowed very deliberately, making sure he saw it.

When she licked her lips afterward, smiling mischievously as if she’d just had the most indulgent dessert of her life, Jalen let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head.

“You’re something else, Megan.”

Megan stood, her heels clicking against the floor, wiping the smudged lipstick from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She leaned down, placing a single lingering kiss against his lips.

“I know.”

She smiled, stepping back. She walked over to her table and grabbed her purse. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth clean.

Then she took out her lipstick and began to reapply a fresh coating to her lips making them a nice flawless bright red again.

When she finished, she put the lipstick back in her purse and turned to Jalen.

“Now ... what are you going to do about it?” she challenged, smiling again.

Jalen leaned back in the chair, still catching his breath, his body clearly still pulsing with lingering pleasure.

Megan smiled deeper, watching him recover, standing tall in her gold 12-centimeter-high heels. She looked proud of herself. Smug, even, and she deserved to be.