Chapter 116

Ciara Jonathan hungrily captures my lips as he rises up to his feet; pressing my back against the mattress. I could taste whiskey off tongue and damn, it was enough to intoxicate me. Pulling Jonathan slightly away from me, I tried to catch my breathe. "I can't breathe, Jonathan" "You were the one who asked me to worship you" "Still.." Jonathan rolls off me, moving towards the empty seat at the edge of the bed. Was he angry with me?. "Why are you sitting so far away?" I asked. "I want us to play a different game, Ciara" Game?. "What game?" Jonathan slides his trousers down the length of his leg as he frees his erect c*ck out from his briefs. Licking his lips, he begins to touch himself. Jonathan always had a knack of surprising me in bed. I guess this time, the alcohol made him bolder. A deep throaty moan escapes his lips as he probes. "Touch yourself, Ciara" I shake my head in disagreement. Jonathan was drunk. I wasn't. There's no way, I would willingly touch myself sober. "I will not"