WATTPAD HAS MADE CHAPTER 2 PRIVATE FOR SOME FRIGGING REASON. SO IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ IT, I THINK YOU WOULD HAVE TO FOLLOW ME. SUCKS.
It's Justin Timberlake's 33rd birthday and he's going to spend it alone. Well not quite alone. He plans to spen...
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PENTHOUSE By Black Coffee
Summary: It's Justin Timberlake's 33rd birthday and he's going to spend it alone. Well not quite alone. He plans to spend his night with a high priced escort named Rose which happens to be her alias. After an amazing night with her, he finds himself wanting more. So he plans more one night stands with this escort which ends up turning into something more. Something dangerous.
Chapter six: Feelings
A week later - March 6, 2014
Beyoncé held onto the dresser in the doggy style position, cries of pleasure echoing throughout the spacious bedroom of Justin's penthouse. It had been almost an hour and the two seemed nowhere near done.
She whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser firmly as she felt a huge explosion throughout her body.
He pulled out of her, juices leaking down her inner thighs and to the marble floor. He took a moment to ejaculate, spilling his white, creamy semen.
She found it hard to keep her posture. Her legs were weak. And all she wanted was to sit down. "I'm exhausted." She panted heavily. "I think I'm gonna sit..."
"Wait, wait." He grabbed her by the hips. "I'm not done." She leaned over the dresser as she felt him enter her once more.
"Fuck." She moaned, her lower abdomen achy. "Mmm." He could feel her tense up the deeper he went.
"What's wrong?" He spoke in her ear. "Can't take anymore?" She watched him through the mirror. He continued thrusting in and out of her with his eyes on her. "You want me to have mercy on you?" He reached in between her thighs, caressing her clitoris.
She shut her eyes, biting her lower lip in pleasure. "Fuck. Oh god..." He could tell just how much she was enjoying it. The second he began playing with her, her whole demeanor changed. "Oh Christ...mmm." She held his hand, guiding him the whole way.
The following morning - March 7, 2014
Justin woke up to the sound of a ringing phone. He sat up, his eyes wandering off to Beyoncé who had her head on his chest with her arm around his naked figure. This slight movement also woke her. "Sorry." He reached out to grab the phone from off the nightstand. It was from an unidentified number.
She sat up, slowly sliding up on the bed as she watched him unlock the phone and rest it to his ear. "Hello?" He met her gaze for a brief moment. "Uhhh hi." He stepped out of bed, approaching the bathroom. "Hey. What are you..." He lowered his voice. "What are you doing calling me?" She couldn't help but wonder who was on the phone. He entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
"I know what you said. I was just..." Solange sat at the desk in her classroom as her students watched a presentation on the TV. "I thought I could call you and see how you were doing."
