Jenny slinks down the dimly lit hallway of the frat house, her hips swaying hypnotically with each measured step. The music thumps and pulses all around her, a distant roar that she blocks out with single-minded focus. She spots {{user}} first, that tall, broad-shouldered frame immediately recognizable as he chats with a group of buddies. A devious little smirk curls Jenny's plump lips as she adjusts her skimpy halter top, pushing her breasts up and together into an irresistible cleavage. Making a beeline for {{user}}, Jenny waits until he turns toward the hallway before cutting off his path. She stops directly in front of him, popping one hip out to the side and crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Well, well..." she purrs, voice thick as honey. "Look who it is..." Jenny's dark eyes roam over {{user}} in a slow, smoldering once-over that leaves no doubt as to her intentions. She bites her lip, holding his gaze for a heated beat before looking away with a coy smile. "You're lookin' good, baby," she murmurs, glancing back at him from beneath her lashes. "Almost didn't recognize you without those adorable little glasses..." Leaning in, Jenny trails a single fingertip down the middle of {{user}}'s chest—a featherlight, teasing touch that raises goosebumps in its wake. She lets the digit linger on his abdomen, tracing absent patterns across the firm muscle there. "Mmm, seems like someone's been working out..." Her tongue darts out to wet those full, pouty lips. "You know I've always had a thing for big, strong guys..." Jenny takes a half-step closer, close enough for {{user}} to smell the sweet, intoxicating blend of her perfume and the fruity cocktail she's been nursing. Those dark eyes smolder as she looks up at him, chin tilted in blatant challenge. "So what's it gonna be, handsome?" she whispers, voice a sultry rasp. "You gonna let your ex-girlfriend make up for breaking your heart? Or am I gonna have to beg?"

Tilting her head to the side, those hazel eyes narrow slightly in irritation at his flippant response. She purses her lips and takes another step closer, invading his personal space with deliberate intent. Reaching up, she cups one hand around his jaw, fingers digging into the skin beneath as her other palm presses flush against his groin "I could always find someone else who'd appreciate me..." her voice is soft and sweet, almost sad-sounding...but there's an undercurrent of steel beneath the surface. Her gaze never wavers from his face, daring him to respond with anything other than regret. "But I don't want anyone but you." With another breathy little sigh, Jenny Nguyen | Ex Girlfriend brushes her lips against his before pulling back slightly, watching him carefully for any reaction. She knows she has him where she wants him...now all she needs to do is reel him in tight and never let go.

She smirks, amused by his attempt to push her away. His resistance only fuels her determination more. She slips her hand back underneath his arm, fingers curling around his bicep possessively as she leans into him again. Her breath fans over his neck and shoulders, sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh really?" her voice is husky now, throaty with desire. "And what makes you think that?" She kisses the skin just behind his earlobe before nipping at it gently, sucking on the soft flesh through her teeth. Her breath hitches in anticipation of how he'll respond to this assault on his senses. "Tell me," she demands, voice low and suggestive, "tell me you want me."

She feels a pang of hurt and anger shoot through her at his words, but she doesn't let it show. Jenny pulls back just enough to look him in the eye, fury smoldering behind her usual mask of seduction. "Oh really?" she says, voice dripping with honeyed venom. "And what makes you think that any girl on campus would want someone like you after they've had a piece of me? You're so fucking stupid." With one swift move, she grabs his face roughly between her hands and kisses him hard, forcing his lips apart with her tongue. Her free hand slides down his chest, teasing at the waistband of his pants, before she unzips them and pulls them down to mid-thigh. "Prove it," she whispers against his lips, guiding him closer until they're pressed together from hip to chest.

"Oh, I'm sure they do," she snorts derisively, "but that doesn't mean they want you the way I do." Her free hand slides down further until it cups his crotch, feeling him harden beneath her touch. She squeezes gently, using just enough pressure to drive him wild with desire. "Only I know how to make you feel this good." Her tongue dances against his lips, seeking entrance into the warm haven of his mouth as she continues to torment and tease him with her body. His biting only serves to heighten her arousal, fueling her need for dominance and control over him in this moment.

A low, menacing growl rumbles in her throat as she's shoved away. "Is that so?" She pouts, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "Then prove it." Her hand slides up his thigh, pressing against the hard length of him trapped behind his boxers. With a sharp tug, she pulls them down over his hips and off entirely. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says, "Go find some other girl who wants to see this." She leans forward, nipping playfully at the tip of his erection before taking it into her mouth and sucking hard. "And when you can't find anyone but me, maybe you'll realize what a fucking mistake you made by letting me go."

Irritation flares in her chest as he tries to pull away, but she isn't about to let him go that easily. With a harsh growl, she digs her nails into his hips and holds on tight as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting while she sucks with abandon. "You know you want this," she whispers against his skin. "And when you can't have me anymore...you'll remember how good it feels."

Her grip tightens around him, refusing to let go as she takes his moans of pleasure and twists them into pained whimpers with her rough handling. Her teeth scrape along his shaft, leaving little marks in their wake that only serve to heighten his arousal despite the discomfort. She thrusts her tongue deeper, flicking against the sensitive ridge at the base of his cock as she sucks hard and fast. "You like it rough," she growls into his ear, her voice husky with lust. "You always have." And as if to prove her point, she pinches the soft skin of his hip with her free hand, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. She pulls back slowly, releasing him just enough for air before driving him over the edge with one final suck and swallow. As he comes down from his high, still panting heavily, she gazes up at him, eyes dark with desire and something much more sinister. "Was that what you meant when you said you could have any girl on campus?" she asks, voice laced with venomous sweetness. "Because I don't think so." And then, before he can respond, she pushes him roughly away.

Jenny laughs softly, a cold and mocking sound that cuts through the air like a knife. She straightens her clothes with shaking hands, adjusting her hair before looking up at him once more. "I bet you're regretting this now." Her voice is low and dangerous, practically vibrating with unspent desire and anger. "You really think I want you back? You think I didn't have a plan all along?" Stepping closer, she leans in until their noses almost touch. "I just wanted to show you that even if you had moved on, there would always be a piece of me missing...and it would only ever be complete with you." She pauses for dramatic effect before whispering hoarsely, "But don't worry, I won't tell them that..." With another smirk, she straightens up and turns to walk away. Over her shoulder, she adds with false sweetness, "We'll see who begs whom now, won't we?"

She freezes, her body tensing as his hands grab her waist. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the rapid thudding of their hearts against their chests. Her hazel eyes widen in surprise and perhaps even a hint of pleasure. Slowly, she turns back to face him, meeting his gaze steadily despite the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "What do you want?" Her voice is surprisingly calm, almost breathy.

"I could always beg if that's what you really think," she teases, tilting her head to the side and arching an eyebrow invitingly. "Or perhaps we should just see where this leads..." She trails off suggestively, a seductive smile curving her lips as she waits for his reply.

Her breath catches in her throat as he nips at her neck, a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders instinctively, urging him on as she arches into the contact. "Oh yeah?" she purrs, eyes half-lidded with desire. "And what about everything I just said? Do you want to beg for me too?" With a soft moan, she presses her body against his, grinding against him suggestively. Her hips roll forward, rubbing against the bulge in his pants. "Or maybe," she whispers, tilting her head back as her eyes slide shut, "maybe you want to prove that you're the man I remember...the one who could make me lose control."

She licks her lips nervously and meets his gaze again, hopefulness mixed with lust in the depths of those hazel orbs. "What do you say?" she purrs, a tiny quiver in her voice as anticipation builds within her. "Are you ready to show me how good it'll be...with us together again?"

Her fingers slide up his chest, tracing patterns over the defined muscles there before cupping his face and pulling him down towards hers. The air crackles with electricity between them as their lips finally meet in a hot, hungry kiss.

Her eyes flash with anger and hurt as he pushes her away, straightening his clothes. "Fine!" she spits venomously, spinning on her heel to stalk off in the opposite direction. "Be that way!" She hurls the words over her shoulder without looking back. Her body is tense with emotion and desire as she storms down the hallway, ignoring the curious glances of their classmates.

Inside, however, another part of her sings with triumph. She's got him now; he can't resist her any longer. It's only a matter of time before he comes crawling back to her, begging for forgiveness and a second chance...and this time, she'll make sure he never lets her go again.

Her hands shake as she unlocks her car door, sliding into the driver's seat with a frustrated sigh. She should have just stayed away from him tonight; he was never going to make it easy for her. But the pull of their past together had been too strong. And now...

Slamming her palm against the steering wheel, she lets out a primal scream of frustration and desire. It echoes through the quiet parking lot like a curse, bouncing off the brick walls and tin roofs. With a huff, she starts the engine and peels out of the spot, driving away from the frat house as fast as her car will take her.

Her heart races in her chest, her mind spinning with thoughts of what just happened and all the ways it could have gone differently. But one thing is certain: he's back under her spell now, and there's no escape this time. She smirks to herself as she reaches down between her legs, feeling already wet and achy for him.

Oh yes...this time, she'll make sure he never forgets just how good it can be with her. And when he comes crawling back, she'll make him beg on his knees for another chance...because this time, she won't be letting go so easily.

I see him at the party; his eyes meet mine across the crowded room, and for a split second, it's like time stands still. The air between us crackles with tension and desire, electricity sparking wherever we touch. He starts to make his way toward me through the throng of people, muscles rippling beneath his tight shirt. My heart pounds in my chest, anticipation building with each step he takes closer.

When he reaches me, he grabs my hips possessively, pulling me flush against his hard body. His lips find mine instantly, hungrily. He kisses me like he's been starving for this connection, and I let him have it. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back just as fiercely, eager to show him that I want him just as much as he wants me.

His hands slide down my back, cupping my ass possessively before spinning us both around so that my back is pressed against the wall. He thrusts his hips forward, grinding against my clit through our clothes, and I moan loudly into his mouth. This time, there's no going back. We both know it. And as we move together in a frenzy of need and desire, I can feel him slipping back under my spell...right where he belongs.

I moan loudly, my back arching into the wall as he grips my ass harder. I can feel him growing more desperate, needier with each passing moment. His kisses are rough and demanding against my neck, my chest. He's losing control, just like I want him to.

I reach down between us, unfastening his pants before grabbing his erection through his boxers, squeezing it hard. He groans loudly into my mouth, thrusting even harder against me. His hips buck wildly as he tries to push deeper, trying to find that spot that will send him over the edge.

"Let go," I whisper huskily, my voice thick with desire and triumph. "Just let go." And with those words, I slide his hard length free from his clothes, stroking it expertly as he watches me in hungry anticipation. "Tell me you want this," I purr before taking him into my mouth again, sucking and licking until he's moaning uncontrollably, arching off the wall as his release washes over him.

"There," I say, climbing back onto his lap once more. "Now tell me you don't want anyone but me."

I smile sweetly, despite the growing impatience in my voice. "You can keep denying it all you want," I whisper against his ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "But we both know it's true." With a sharp tug, I pull him back down to kiss me again, rough and demanding as if to prove that he belongs to me now.

My hands slide up his chest, grasping at the fabric of his shirt before pulling it roughly over his head, leaving him bare-chested before my hungry eyes. His skin is smooth and flawless, dusted lightly with fine golden hairs that I can't help but run my fingers through as our lips meet in another fierce kiss.

"Admit it," I breathe against his lips, stroking him gently even as he tries to resist me. "You want me more than anything." And with those words, there is no doubt left in either of our minds; the game has already been won. He belongs to me now...and this time, I'll never let him go.

I let out a low, satisfied moan as his finally admits the truth. "Good boy," I murmur, leaning in to kiss him again. With one swift motion, I slide off his lap and stand before him, stripping out of my dress in record time. His eyes widen at the sight of me, naked and perfect for him.

I walk back to him slowly, forcing him to take in every inch of my body as I approach. "Now come here," I breathe against his lips, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. With a firm thrust, I align our bodies and impale myself on his still-hard length. His breath catches audibly as he feels me surrounding him, taking every inch of him back inside.

"This is where you belong," I whisper hoarsely against his skin, beginning to move with him, their bodies sliding together in perfect harmony. "And no one can ever take you away from me again." With that, I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of being connected to him, of having him inside me where he was always meant to be.

He moans as our hips meet rhythmically, his pace growing faster as desire overtakes both of them. "You feel so good," he murmurs, nibbling on my earlobe before kissing it softly. The words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me that only grows hotter with each passing moment.

I arch my back into him, pressing closer as our pace quickens and the air around us grows thick with desire. "Let go," I whisper against his neck, urging him to lose control just like I did so long ago. "Just let go..." And finally, when he does, it's like a dam breaking inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing

I cry out his name as my body tenses, wracked by the most intense pleasure I've ever known. The feeling of him filling me, claiming me completely overwhelms every sense, leaving me breathless and spent in his arms. With a final thrust, he follows me over the edge, shouting profanities as he comes deep inside me, his release sending tremors through my entire body.

As our gasps for air begin to steady, I slide my hands up his chest, cupping his face and gazing into his eyes. The tenderness there is undeniable; the power play between us has given way to something much more real and raw. "We're not done here," I whisper huskily, running my thumbs across his lips before leaning in to claim them with my own.

I grind against him slowly, relishing the feeling of him still hard and demanding inside me. With a sultry smile, I begin to kiss my way down his jaw, trailing hot, wet lines along his neck before taking one of his nipples between my teeth. He cries out, arching into the sensation even as he tries to pull me closer. "That's it," I whisper, pushing him back against the wall with a hip check. "Let go." And with that, I give in to the desire that still burns so hot between us, moving with him once more, lost in the physical connection that transcends all other barriers.