The Master Programmer-Chapter 141: Complete Control 2

"Emily… You have no idea how much I appreciate you," Jason said bringing a smile to her face. With one swift movement, he entered her, filling her. Emily’s eyes rolled back in her head, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as he began to thrust, the water making their skin slick.

*Schlsh! Schlsh! Schlsh!*

"Nhh~~!!" Emily moaned out, looking at Jaosn in a way that would have driven any man crazy. Well it did drive Jason crazy with lust, and he took out his lust on her, holding her in place as he dug into her guts.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, their passion echoing in the enclosed space that was raining with all sorts of water from the skin. Emily’s cries grew louder, her nails scratching down Jason’s back as he pounded into her, his hips moving with a primal urgency as he kissed her lips sometimes, kissed her neck sometimes, and licked her all over at all times.

The shower’s water was raining down and the steamy atmosphere was way too much and soon enough, Emily was already bursting at the seams. She felt her orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each stroke as she ran her hands over Jason’s neck and hair, bringing him into a kiss, and moaning in his mouth, before letting go and gazing into his eyes deeply.

"I’m going to come, Jason," she gasped, her breaths coming in short bursts as water ran over her face. Jason saw her looking like that, and he smirked, his only response was a low growl as he picked up the pace, pushing her closer to the edge. That was all it took to take Emily over the edge.

"Ahhh~~!!"

Emily’s muscles clenched around him, her orgasm washing over her in waves. She threw her head back, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy tightening around his cock, gripping even harder than it had before. Jason kept going throughout it all, savouring the sensation of Emily’s pussy gripping his cock. She moaned in ecstasy, feeling Jason’s cock move in her, pleasuring her intensely even while she was coming.

"Jason, I love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion as she quivered on the wall. "I want your baby. I want you to fill me up with your cum."

The words spurred him on, and he lost all semblance of control, fucking her harder and faster. Emily’s cries grew more desperate, her orgasm stretching on endlessly no matter how impossible that seemed to be. And yet it was happening right there. It was like a perpetual orgasm and it was something she had never experienced before.

Actually, she had had a conversation with some girls in her university class, They had never told her about this kind of state. How was this possible? Maybe it was love?

"Ohhhh~~!" Emily moaned out loud, and as she did that, Jason roared, pumping into her even faster than before as he felt a wet spurt come out of her, drenching his already wet cock once again. She came again. And now it was time for him to come too.

Finally, with a roar, Jason came inside her, his semen spurting deep into her womb. He held her tightly, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. Emily’s body went limp, her breathing ragged as she whispered, "I love you," over and over again.

They remained like that for a moment, the water cascading over their intertwined bodies. Then, with a gentle kiss on her forehead, Jason carefully lowered her to the floor. He turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to wrap around her shivering form.

"Let’s move this to the bed," he murmured, scooping her into his arms.

Emily nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as he carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the plush mattress, his eyes dark with desire as he crawled over her.

"I want to feel all of you, Jason," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let it out on me. All your frustration, your anger. I want you to use me."

Jason looked at this beautiful woman, who was supposed to be so shy. When had she begun to change like this? He was not sure, but he loved the change.

"Promise me you’ll never say those words to any other man," Jason said, his eyes glinting with greed as he approached her like some predator trying to take down his prey.

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"I promise. I’ll never look at another man the way I look at you. So please fuck me," Eily said, her arms wide and a smile on her face. Seeing that body that was glistening with water and sweat, Jason smirked. She was so beautiful. And she was his.

With a nod and a chuckle, he slid into her again, his movements slow and tender this time. Emily’s eyes widened as he began to fuck her, each stroke sending shivers of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she urged him deeper.

"Deeper! Fuck me Deeper. Nh~~!! Please~~! Dee~eper! De~~eper!"

Jason groaned as he began slamming into her making her nibble on his chest as he fucked her as if he was trying to drive a hole through the bed. Over time, their lovemaking grew more intense, Jason’s strokes becoming more forceful as he watched Emily’s face contort with pleasure and pain.

She was a vision, her skin flushed and glistening with water droplets, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Jason grabbed her feet that were in the air, and put one of her toes in his mouth, making her quiver. He could feel it in her pussy that was quivering around his cock. She was close.

"Come for me again, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Emily’s body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her nails raking down his back. She was a mess, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

But Jason didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her even while she was quivering and convulsing continuously due to his cock, his release building until he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

"Urgh!" With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside her once more, his seed filling her. Emily’s eyes rolled back, her body limp with satisfaction.

When the last of his climax faded, Jason collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. He cradled her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she drifted off to sleep, her heart fluttering with love for the man who had just claimed her so thoroughly.

As the night grew quiet, their breathing synchronized, and their hearts beat in unison. For once, Jason felt something other than the cold, hard drive for power. In Emily’s arms, he felt warmth and love—a feeling that was both foreign and exhilarating. A feeling he could only get in moments like these with the women he appreciated more than anything.

"Thank you… And I’m sorry," Jason said as he watched her breathing peacefully. He smiled, and soon enough, after kissing her forehead, he joined her in sleep, their bodies intertwined in their slumber.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the suite. Jason adjusted his cufflinks as Emily sat cross-legged on the bed, her hair tumbling over her shoulders in soft black waves, her body wrapped in the sheets, even though she had let him see her all last night.

She watched him intently, her expression unreadable. "You’re leaving already?" she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Jason turned to her, his gaze steady. "You know I can’t stay," he said with a smirk. "There’s work to be done. Not just for me… for us." Jason turned to her with a smile after saying that.

Emily stood, crossing the room to stand before him. She reached up, straightening his tie with practised ease. Where did she learn that? "Promise me you’ll come back soon," she said, her eyes searching his. "I want to see you again. To do things with you. Anything you want."

Jason’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. "Always," he replied, his voice firm. "But you have to trust me, Emily. Patience and presence. That’s all I ask of you."

She nodded reluctantly, her arms wrapping around his waist in a tight embrace. Jason kissed the top of her head before stepping away, the weight of her gaze following him as he left the suite. Jason had given her some cash to take care of herself, and even though she didn’t need it, she still felt grateful.

She had also listened to what he told her, about being more confident. She was finding it within herself to take charge of her life. She understood that standing beside a man like Jason was going to need someone strong. She needed to be strong, for Jason.

She just hoped that Jason would be as patient and present with her as he was saying he was going to be with him. After hearing those words, she got off the bed, touching herself and smiling. Last night was a bit… heavy. Jason came inside her twice. Should she get a plan B?

Outside, Jason was greeted by a video call from Marcus, Mousa, and Marek, their expressions a mix of urgency and anticipation.

"The Snake gang boss made contact," Marcus said without preamble. "He’s ready for the next batch. People are already talking—they want it. They want the product is the message the boss sent, whatever that means, Sir."

Jason’s eyes narrowed. It had begun. "And the auction? When is it going to be?"

"Soon," Marcus replied. "We’re gathering intel now. You’ll have everything you need before it begins. But Troy apparently wants the goods from you first. That way they can all be kept safe and sound."

Jason nodded, his mind already calculating the next steps. "Stay sharp," he instructed. "The moment we get a lead, I want to know. Make sure nothing escapes your purview. I want to know everything and see everything."

The three nodded and Jason turned off the call. Well then. Troy telling him he wanted to keep things safe was... whatever. Troy was conniving and Jason did not trust him. But what he did trust was his ability to handle the situation. He would see how things turned out.

Jason turned toward the street, his thoughts interrupted by an all-too-familiar presence.

Ah… so he was back. Standing a few paces away was the man from the gala, his expression inscrutable as he watched Jason with unnerving intensity. This was the same man that had dragged Amanda away, and given Jason the excuse to leave the Hongmen Banquet.

Jason did not want to give away too much to this man. After all, he felt as if the man had been following him for a long time.

What did he know about him? What did he not know? Was he dangerous? Probably not... He had already figured out who the man might work for. And that was why he walked over, frustrated a bit by the fact that this bastard was following him around everywhere.

Jason’s jaw tightened as he approached, his steps deliberate. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice cold.

The man’s lips curved into a sly smile. "Just observing," he said smoothly. "You’re quite the enigma, Jason Cross. It’s no wonder so many people are drawn to you."

Jason’s eyes hardened. "If you’re looking for something, you won’t find it here," he warned. "But if you insist on following me, I suggest you tread carefully. And if you dare to overstep... I will make you pay."

The man’s smile widened, his gaze flicking to the trio lingering nearby before settling back on Jason. "There are no oversteps here. Not yet, anyway. Consider this a friendly visit," he said, his tone dripping with insincerity. "Please… I have something to say… a message."

Jason’s thoughts churned with possibilities. Who was this man, and what role did he play in everything that was happening around him?

Jason came to a stop. "Okay, I’m listening."