The Master Programmer-Chapter 133: Money, Power and Secrets 2

He put her down, his face wet and slick with her wetness and fluids, as he licked his lips and angled himself for entry. Veronica bit her lips, and just as she was about to say something, Jason entered her without warning, making her eyes roll back as he filled her.

"Ohhh~~!!!"

Jason chuckled darkly, revelling in the satisfaction he got from her reaction and the way she felt, how tight and wet she was for him, her pussy still gripping him tight, quivering from its earlier orgasm.

"You’re mine," Jason whispered, growling into her ear as he began sliding his cock into her.

"Yours," Veronica breathed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze in a daze. "I’m yours."

With each stroke, Jason’s movements became more urgent, more demanding, and she gasped and moaned as she felt his length hit her depths in a way that was so terrifying. She had had sex with Jason a few times already and yet every time it was never the same. This time it was even more passionate, even more needy.

"Mh~ Hah~!" Veronica’s hips rocked in time with his, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails leaving a little half-moon in his skin. The car’s suspension begins protesting with each thrust, with the car shaking in rhythm with Veronica’s cries.

"Ohh, Jason~~," Veronica whimpered, her body tightening around him, her legs shaking. "I’m gonna come~~!"

"Do it," Jason said, his release just a bit further ahead. Without saying anything else, Veronica’s orgasm washed over her in a hot wet rush, her pussy clenching and releasing, soaking his cock as her fluids came out spraying the leather seats as she climaxed.

"F-fuck!" She gasped, her head falling back against the seat. "Again. Do it again."

Jason’s smile grew feral, as he began to piston into her once more, looking deep into her eyes. "As you wish."

He used the sexual technique of delaying ejaculation to keep his cock rock hard even while his orgasm hit him, and then after riding the waves, he kept going, like that, shifting her position slightly until he was holding her waist up at his waist.

Jason was sliding in and out of it with her upper back on the seat and soon enough, her legs began shaking as she grabbed at his chest as if begging him to have mercy. The second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking as she squirted all over him and the seat beneath them.

"Jason~~!! I love you so much!" She threw her head back as she screamed his name, her hands gripping the seat below her so hard that her knuckles went pale. Jason chuckled. The car had tint but it didn’t have any sound prevention mechanisms. What the hell was she doing?

Jason held her by the throat, pushing her head down onto the seat below. She held his hands gazing up at him, her eyes in a daze as she felt the pressure of his hands on her neck. He didn’t stop this time, his strokes becoming harder, more punishing, as he drove her to the edge. She held his chest, her eyes watering slightly as she shook her head.

"I can’t," she panted. "I can’t take it."

"You can," Jason assured her, his voice a needy whisper. "You will."

She shook her head again, but Jason grabbed her arms and pinned them on the seat behind her, grabbing onto the seat and using it as leverage to slam into her while holding her in place, licking and nibbling at her neck and making her moan out his name. And soon he had her pussy spasming around his cock and squirting, soaking the seat and Jason’s clothes.

"Fuck," she groaned, her eyes dazed over with lust. "Fuck me harder, please."

Jason obeyed, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with a fervour that made the car rock even more than before. "You’re mine," he repeated, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "Mine forever."

Jason kissed her and after pulling away, he groaned as she convulsed once again, squirting all over the leather once more. "I love you, Jason," Veronica said, her voice trembling and hoarse as she quivered. "I’m yours. All of me. Forever."

"Gah!" With a roar, Jason came inside her, his hot seed filling her up. Veronica held onto him, holding him close as she wrapped her spent arms and legs around him as if begging to be impregnated, begging Jason to never part from her. They soon collapsed against the seat, their breathing ragged and uneven.

Jason kissed her neck. He kissed her shoulders. He kissed her breasts, his teeth nipping at her skin as she shivered with aftershocks. "I love you," Jason said, his voice thick with emotion.

Veronica smiled. "I love you more," she replied. "But you already knew that."

Jason chuckled his arms tight around her. "Yeah," he said, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "But it’s always nice to hear it. "

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"Then I’ll say it as many times as you want me to," Veronica said, taking a deep breath. She paused for a moment before shyly saying, "As long as you promise to make love to me like that again…"

Jason turned to her and began laughing, only to receive a shy pinch from the woman. So she liked this kind of rough sex too? Wow... what was it about women? Or maybe it was just the women in Jason’s life... Maybe they didn’t really have those kinds of mental breaks that most women had in their heads.

The two stayed there, locked in a passionate embrace, the city outside completely forgotten as they lay there. Veronica ran her fingers on Jason’s hair which was wet with sweat, fluids and all the precipitation that had built up on the windows.

She was sure at that moment. She wanted nothing more than this man who had taken her so thoroughly and claimed her so completely. As for the other women... let them exist. Whatever made him happy was all she was concerned with. Whatever would keep them together. As long as Jason was still in her life, that was all that would make her happy.

That night they ended up going back upstairs only to have a few more rounds of sex. Veronica was practically out of it by the end and Jason had to let her go to sleep, chuckling as he kissed her goodnight.

The next morning, Jason stepped out of his apartment, his suit immaculate despite the late night. He checked his watch, calculating his next move. There was one more piece to this puzzle… Emily Grayson. What was he going to be doing with Emily? Well, the answer was simple.

He was going to be taking her on a trip. And he was going to be testing things out.

Arriving at her apartment complex, he was greeted by Mousa. "Good morning, Mr. Cross," Mousa said with a polite nod. Jason returned the gesture. "Morning. I’ll need your services soon. Tell Marcus to be ready."

Mousa’s eyes gleamed with understanding. "Always, Sir."

Jason smirked when he heard this, walking into the building, leaving behind some words for the man. "Wha’s with the ’Sir’?"

"You’re our boss, Sir," Mousa said, to him, looking around as he did. We have to respect you. Jason chuckled, shaking his head. Well, in a way he was a boss now. And they were going to be working for him, doing whatever he asked of them. So he figured it was fine.

And it kinda... felt good.

Jason made his way up the stairs, balancing a bag of breakfast in one hand. He knocked on the door, and moments later, a sleepy Emily answered. Her brown eyes widened with delight as she saw him.

"Jason!" she exclaimed, grabbing him and dragging him inside as he released interested chuckles.

As the door closed behind them, Jason noticed her outfit—a cosplay costume that left little to the imagination. Her short skirt and cat ears made her look both adorable and alluring. He couldn’t help but laugh.

"You look… incredible," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "What’s the occasion?"

Emily blushed, trying to hide behind her hands. "I’m streaming in fifteen minutes," she admitted. "It’s nothing special." After saying this, she looked at herself shyly and then stepped back twirling at her feet.

Jason smirked when he saw how she looked. She was so cute. She normally sent him pictures like this. Now seeing it in real life brought warmth to his heart. But it was the smile on her face that made the moment even sweeter.

Jason smirked, looking at her and then smiling in incredulity. She was a vision for sure. That short skirt was dangerous... That short skirt was not something she should wear in public. Jason would have to make her understand that.

Jason smirked, setting down the breakfast bag. "Nothing special? Emily, you’ve got a gift. Own it." After putting the things down he came to her, pulling her in and kissing her, grabbing her ass as he did, and then letting go of her, watching her as she again took steps back, this time with a dazed smile on her face.

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, but she smiled. "You really think so?"

Jason stepped closer, pulling her in by the hand. "I know so." His tone was firm yet warm, each word crafted to instil confidence. Jason smiled at her as he said this, and she couldn’t help but smile back. She loved it when Jason gave her compliments.

Emily’s eyes sparkled with newfound determination. "Thank you, Jason. You always know what to say. Anyway, we can have a quick breakfast. 15 minutes is plenty of time, right?"

Jason chuckled, shrugging off his suit jacket. "Well, you’re right… fifteen minutes is plenty of time. You can eat breakfast… I’ll eat something else."

Her eyes widened, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Jason?! We can’t!"

"Can’t?" he repeated, his smirk turning devilish. "You underestimate me."

As Emily giggled, the tension between them melted into something lighter yet equally intoxicating.

Ignoring the breakfast, Jason stepped closer to Emily, his eyes darkening with desire as they raked over her tantalizingly scanty cat costume. Her shyness only added to her allure, making him want her even more. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Why don’t we start with something sweet, hmm?"

Emily gasped as his breath tickled her ear, her heart racing. She felt the heat of his body against hers, the costume doing nothing to hide the effect he had on her. She looked up at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her eyes saying yes even though her voice was barely a whisper.

"Okay, Jason."

Without wasting a second, Jason reached around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. His hand slid up her back, feeling the soft fabric of the costume and the warm skin beneath. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before delving into her mouth.

Emily melted into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt as she felt a rush of arousal. He touched her and kissed her and she kissed him and they did this for a long time, with both people touching and roughing each other up in a way that was both incredible and intense.

He broke the kiss, smiling wickedly. "Let’s get this party started, shall we? I want to see just what this cat has to say to me, Jason Cross."