Felicity & Jason:The Boxed Set: A Southern Love Story

By Tabeitha Pollard

This is a boxed set with the entire, complete 'Felicity & Jason' series all in one! 

Jason Miller is a man of plenty--he has plenty money, good lucks and can have any woman he wants, but he's a one-woman-man. That is, until that one woman decided to leave him for another man. Being hurt so bad, Jason swore that he would never love another woman so deeply again. Finessing women became his new second nature until one woman enters the picture and changes his life for good. 

Felicity Brooks is what you would call a quadruple threat. She can act, sing, dance and model snd was on her way to stardom but when she got pregnant at fourteen, she had to bow out of the limelight to raise her daughter and go to school. With a nice chunk of money in her savings account, she thought that she had enough to live comfortably for a while until she realized that her parents had spent it all. With no money to her name and a daughter depending on her, she relocated to Atlanta for an audition that led to much more than she bargained for when she meets Jason Miller.  

The connection between Felicity and Jason was almost instant and had them both questioning everything they had said about love and relationships. What started out as a casual encounter quickly grows into something that neither one of them expected. What will happen when the masks come off and they are no longer able to hide their true feelings?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Jun 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648405488

Tabeitha Pollard

Tabeitha Pollard is a lifelong native of Virginia. Spending most of her childhood in Lancaster County, she developed a love of books at an early age. Citing Maya Angelou as one of her literary heroes, she has tried to develop a style of writing similar, yet unique. She is a graduate of Hampton High School and spent two years in the United States Army where she was a Medic. She now currently resides in the Middle Peninsula region of Virginia. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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I want to thank each and every one of you for taking the time out to read my books. If you made it this far then you know how much I appreciate you. Every single word that I write, I think of each person that will read my work. I love you all for your support.

Porscha and my Royalty family. You guys have been down since my debut with you. I see myself going so far with you all behind me. Michelle Davis thank you for all of the behind the scenes encouragement that you give each one of us. It really does mean a lot to us.

My kids. Lord have mercy. My life has been so crazy since 2001when I had my first. But eighteen years in and I am pushing even harder for all of you. You are my motivation for keeping on and I wouldn’t be able to do this without you.

Kris, you are one amazing man. The way you are able to keep my head in the game with a simple word to keep me calm. You have been the one that will tell me things will work out when I start doubting myself. I love you so much and I am so blessed to have you.

To my sisters from other misters. Frances twenty-four years and counting. Thank you so much for being that woman to always be there even when we are worlds apart. Elena you are my sister for real. You make sure to always give it to me straight even when I don’t want to hear it. Thank you chica. Ayesha, I’m still waiting on my cake, lol. Denora, let’s get ready to Tootsie Roll on our way all the way up! You know how much I love you (stop crying!)

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Stay Divine!

Tabeitha Pollard

Felicity & Jason

A Southern Love Story

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Jason Miller is a man of means. He owns his own record label and movie production studio. At the age of thirty-five, he has proven himself to be as much of a success as Tyler Perry. He has money, property and can have whatever woman he wants at his disposal.

After his wife walked out on him to be with one of his former artists, Jason swore he would never love another woman that deeply again. Soon after his divorce he became known in the industry as a player. He was going through life thinking he was just fine until one audition would change his mind and make him think that maybe his life wasn’t as great as he thought it was after all.

Felicity Brooks is what you would call a quadruple threat. She can act, sing, dance and model. A former child commercial actor, she left the acting world behind when she started high school to have a chance at a normal life. At least that is what she led everyone to believe.

She got pregnant at fourteen and had to bow out of the limelight to raise her daughter and go to school. The residual money she had was supposed to last her at least until she graduated from college, but that wasn’t the case. Her parents blew through her money forcing Felicity to join the Army after she graduated high school so she could provide for her daughter.

She packed up her daughter and relocated to Atlanta to audition for a part in a new pilot about military spouses. She felt that with her background in acting and military, she would be perfect for the role. But at the audition she got more than she bargained for.

The connection between Felicity and Jason was almost instant and had them both questioning everything they had said about love and relationships. They try to keep their relationship light and casual, but things didn’t work out that way.

2010

"J ust one more push and you’ll have your baby. Come on Fefe, push!" my mom called out.

I wanted to cuss her out, but that would be rude considering I was only fourteen. Yes, I am a fourteen-year old pushing out a baby. I had my life planned out. I was going to stop acting in commercials and start doing movies. My manager was my mom and I know that she was pissed at me.

I got pregnant by another child star, Dylan James, who acted on The Young and the Restless. He caught me on a weak moment. He was older, seventeen, and told me that I was pretty. He showed me all the attention that my parents didn’t, and I fell for it. He thought I was older and the next thing I knew I was in the back of his Benz getting my cherry popped.

Mom, this really hurts! I cried as another contraction hit. I felt this burning sensation in my cookie. It felt like someone stuck a hot branding iron down there.

Did it hurt when you laid down and made this baby? Did it hurt when you ruined your career and threw all that money away? Stop whining and push! my mom yelled at me making me cry.

Okay, that’s it. Mom, you’re going to have to leave, the doctor said.

I most certainly will not! my mom exclaimed.

Ma’am you most certainly will. She may be fourteen and she may be your child, but at this moment she is my patient. She is young, innocent and scared. The last thing she needs is you in here talking to her like that. Now you can stand over there or get the hell out! the doctor demanded.

When the doctor yelled at my mom, my mom left the room. I relaxed instantly. I gathered up enough strength to lift my body up and push. I gave one good, hard push and then I heard my baby crying. I was officially a mother. They let me hold my daughter for a few seconds before they took her to clean her up.

She’s beautiful. She looks about seven pounds. Despite what your mom has been saying all day, you’re going to be a good mom, she said.

I hoped that she was right because I had no clue as to what I was doing. I just hoped that I made my daughter proud.

Four years later…

M om! What the hell is this shit? I only have two thousand dollars left from my commercial money! What the fuck! I yelled.

I had just come from the bank so that I would be able to move some money from my main account into the trust that I put in place for my daughter Avalon Bailey. But imagine my surprise when I get there and find out that the ten thousand dollars that I was trying to move was gone.

That was my last residual that I had. That was the money that was supposed to pay for my first semester at college and to make sure my daughter was straight. I should’ve known my dumb ass parents would do some foul shit like this. It was in their nature to do some shit like that.

It wasn’t like they gave a damn about me anyway. I made my folks rich for years while doing commercials for stores like JC Penny, Macy’s and McDonald’s. I was once known as the little girl from the Cheerios commercials. I was cute and funny. People loved me and I was set to star in a new series, but I got pregnant and had to leave Hollywood for my mom’s home state of Virginia.

We were living in Hampton and I was doing good. I was now a senior at Hampton High and about to graduate with Honors. I had a partial scholarship to Virginia Union, and I was ready to get the hell away from my drunk ass parents. But now I had to make other plans because my safety net was sitting in the registers at local liquor stores.

That’s the family money. I’ll spend it anyway I want you, dumb bitch, my mom slurred.

That was the money to take care of Avalon! I hate you! I screamed.

You think I give a rat’s ass. I never wanted to have you anyway. Thank your father for that shit. If I had a choice you would’ve been sucked out my pussy like the rest of them. You were only good for a check and you fucked that up when you had that little brat. I guess now that I had turned eighteen a week prior, she could tell me how she really felt about me.

All of the loving words she used to say to me before auditions and at dress rehearsals were just that, words. She didn’t want me or even like me. I was just a burden to her, and I was real life hurt behind it.

Why in the hell are you all yelling? A man can’t sleep around here with you bitches cat calling, my dad groaned as he sat up on the dingy gray couch that he always slept on.

I just sighed and went to my room and slammed the door. I took a deep breath and changed out of mt JROTC uniform and put on a pair of PINK tights and a matching shirt. I had thirty minutes to myself before I had to pick my daughter up from the babysitter.

I was so grateful that a neighbor offered to help me watch Avalon, because the way my parents were set up, my child wouldn’t have made it past a month. Miss Gina was a godsend because she made sure we both ate, and she taught me how to be a mother and let me know that I was doing a good job.

I took a look at myself in the mirror and gave myself a self-satisfied smile. I was a beautiful girl. I was five-seven with skin the color of semi-sweet chocolate with hazel eyes and wild, curly hair that reached the middle of my back. My eyes were wide-set and round. I had a small nose and full lips. I had one dimple under the right side of my mouth and a mole on my left temple.

My body was slim thick since I had Avalon. I used to be shaped like a board. No ass, no titties, just hair. But as soon as I got pregnant my body changed. I started to look like a woman, and I loved my new curves. The only thing was, my fatherhad noticed too.

I would notice how he would eye me when I would walk around the house doing things for my daughter. It got so bad that I spent most of my nights at Miss Gina’s house. I had a feeling that my father would try me soon after graduation. For some reason my parents had finally shown me who they really were now that we were broke.

I’m gone, I said and left out the door without looking back.

I climbed into the Honda Civic that I bought myself when I turned sixteen and pulled off. I drove to the next street towards Miss Gina’s house and I finally felt like I was able to breathe. I pulled up to her cute little three-bedroom ranch style house with the huge magnolia in the front yard and a bunch of beautiful begonia bushes by her door.

Come on in here and fix you a plate. I just finished cooking and my little buzzard is already at the table, Miss Gina said as soon as I walked in.

As soon as I walked in the door, I felt like I was at home. I could smell the smothered pork chops, mustard greens, corn pudding, stewed tomatoes, cornbread and sweet potato pie. I walked through her neat, yet cluttered living room, and followed her to her kitchen and saw my beautiful baby sitting in her seat coloring a picture.

Avalon Bailey Brooks was my face in a preschooler form. She had my eyes, nose and mouth, and even the same dimple. The only difference was, she was light skin. But that was because her father was white. Dylan was non-existent in our lives and had yet to send us any money, and I refused to ask him. I was sure that his parents didn’t even know they had a granddaughter that was half-black.

Hi Mommy! How was school? my little munchkin asked me like she was the mother.

School was fine sugar. How was your day? I asked her.

It was fun! Granny took me to see the chickens and then I got a Happy Meal. Then we cooked dinner, she told me.

I smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and then went to the sink to wash my hands. I grabbed one of the light blue plates that Miss Gina had set on the counter and went to the stove to pile my plate high with food. I sat down next to Avalon and cut up her food before taking her hand and saying grace.

Did you get what you needed to get done today? Miss Gina asked in between bites of food.

I’m flat broke. I only have two-thousand dollars left from the fifty thousand that was in there two months ago when I bought my senior package. I can’t even go to prom now, let alone college, I said as my voice trembled.

Avalon, go to your room and watch some tv please. I need to talk you your mommy, Miss Gina said and looked dead in my eyes.

Okay Granny! Avalon grabbed her cookies that were by her plate and took off down the hall.

Don’t you ever let Avalon see any weakness in you. Now your parents should be ashamed of themselves. But they are some weird ass people. Don’t worry about prom either. I’ve been saving for prom since the day you brought that baby in here. Every dime you gave me, I put up for this day. Now go shower and get some sleep. You got school in the morning, she told me.

I swear I wish you were my mama, I told her as I hugged her.

I am your mama. Just not by blood, she said and then put me out her kitchen.

I went into the room that she made up for me and Avalon and looked at my baby girl watching Disney Jr. on the television. I was determined to be better than my parents were for my daughter, even though just by giving her a bath every night was better. Dylan was missing out on an amazing kid, and it was a shame that he was still ignoring her.

Okay sweetie time to get in your pajamas. It’s almost bedtime, I said.

We’re staying home tonight? she asked.

I felt really bad then. The house that we went to most nights wasn’t a home for us. Just a place to lay our heads until something happened. Miss Gina’s house was what we considered home and that was a sad thing. I paid for the house my parents destroyed and I didn’t even have enough fight in me to put them out. What was the point anyway? All they would do was probably go to the blogs and air my dirty laundry again.

Yes, we are. Now PJs on, I said and grabbed her Sleeping Beauty nightgown.

We climbed into the bed and Avalon cuddled up next to me before she fell asleep. That was the only way she would sleep, and she would go to sleep within seconds. It had been that way since she was about six months old. And she was still falling asleep on my chest every night. I never wanted this feeling to change.

D ammit! I need you to get this right Dylan. You wanted to rebrand yourself as an artist, now I need you to sing, I barked at my newest artist.

Dylan James was this former soap star that lost his mojo a few years back. He got fired from the soap and was just doing a bunch of Lifetime movies where he played the deadbeat teenage father or some shit like that. He was a big pain in my ass, but I was doing this for my wife. She claimed that he could make us real money because of his name.

But this dumb ass white boy didn’t have it. I mean, he had some vocal capability and shit, but he didn’t have that ‘it’ factor. He wasn’t Justin Timberlake, and I couldn’t even give him G-Easy. But let my wife tell it, he was the next Justin Bieber or some shit. All I know is that this shit is costing me a whole lotta money.

I just got a lot of shit on my mind. I can’t get my shit right, he mumbled.

You need to put that shit in a song or come the fuck out the booth. You wasting a lot of money and time if your head’s not in this, I said.

That was the one thing I hated about being a producer and shit. Artists wanted you to make the beat, coach them on how to sing, and be their fucking therapist. Shit was exhausting at times and I almost said fuck it a few times. That was until I saw the credit card statements each month.

Raven was the reason why my ass wasn’t fully legit yet. I was still deep in the game and making moves with her father. Raven’s ass was clueless to her father’s business moves, but my ass had been in the game since birth. My father ran Macon and Augusta and had been working with Raven’s father. Now that my father was gone, I had stepped in his shoes and was running shit. My music was a front to move money and drugs.

The way Raven went through money was ridiculous, and I would be broke before the week was out. Her ass stayed in Chanel, Gucci, Fendi and Prada. Not to mention the hundreds of red bottoms that lined her closet. They were almost the only shoes she would wear. So, moving weight was the only way I could book studio time and take care of home. I had plans to go legit, but my wife was making shit hard for me.

Now I was sitting here playing therapist to this white boy that Raven sent my way. I was irritated because tonight was my wedding anniversary and I wanted to get home to my wife and slide up in her pussy. Plus, I had a big ass surprise for her. I knew when I gave Raven her gift, I was going to get top notch head all night long.

I got a whole kid that don’t know me, he said throwing me.

Shit, nobody knew that shit. I wondered how the fuck did he manage to hide a whole kid with his status. He must be real fucked up if a bitch was bold enough to say fuck him and his money. Either that or she pinned the kid on somebody else to protect his ass. Something was up with this shit.

How the fuck that happen and how old is the baby? I asked being nosy as fuck right now.

She got to be like four now. I knocked her mom up when she was like thirteen or some shit. We were some dumb ass kids and didn’t know what we were doing. All I know is she kept the baby. I don’t know her name, what she looks like or even where they live. Fefe just disappeared on me, he explained.

Well damn! That’s a whole lot of shit. So, you had to be what, fifteen? I asked.

Sixteen. Old enough to know better, but still dumb. I wished I had went against my parents. They hated Fefe because she was black, he admitted.

Then he told me how they paid people to hide the story and pretty much ended that girl’s career before it got started. Then he started to rebel hard. He would show up on set drunk and had even gotten into a fight with one of the actors on set. They ended up firing him and replacing him with another actor and his career kind of tanked from there.

I felt bad for the kid and wanted to help him now that I had heard his story. He needed someone to help put him back on and in a positive light. I was about to really make this man a star and myself a rich man. I just hoped that none of this would bite me in the ass later.

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Raven! I’m home! I yelled when I walked through the doors of my home in Buckhead.

My wife came down the winding staircase of our seven-thousand square foot home. She was a beautiful woman, standing a five-foot eight and a slim one hundred thirty pounds. She was an aspiring model when I met her and had just gotten eliminated from America’s Next Top Model. She came in third place and has been offered a huge deal with Calvin Klein. But that was the last major job she had.

Raven pretty much snatched me from my date Naima Mora, the winner of her cycle. We were at an industry event and I was trying to make connections legally and illegally. I figured that there was a way to move my product with some of entertainments big wigs. That night Raven changed my entire life. I didn’t even know that she was the daughter of my supplier until after we were married.

You’re late, she said and wrapped her arms around me. She smelled like vanilla and weed. I knew she had been in my stash while I was out.

Session took a little longer than we thought. But trust me, this will pay off for us big time, I told her and gave her a passionate kiss.

She stepped back and let me admire her beauty. She had this sweet light brown skin that seemed like it was kissed by the sun. Her eyes were dark brown and chinky, so she looked high all the time. She had high cheekbones, a square jaw and this cute nose that I loved kissing the tip of. And those lips. Those full, plump juicy lips could swallow my dick whole.

Well it’s a good thing I decided to make sure the chef cooked later than normal. He made lobster mac and cheese, New York strip, roasted potatoes, grilled asparagus, shrimp cocktail and a salad. Your mom dropped off a sweet potato pie. She said the last part with a little anger in her voice.

What happened this time? I asked.

She asked me why we have a chef if I was at home all day. She said that she managed to work a full-time job and have a home cooked meal for you and your father every day. Then asked when we were going to have kids. I told her that I wasn’t ruining my body for a baby. We will have to adopt or hire a surrogate, she said.

I choked on the wine I was sipping at the time when she made that statement. I wanted a baby and I wanted my wife to have that baby. She knew that going in, so this was news for me. We had been married for three years already and I had given her pretty much anything that she asked for, but she refused to give me the one thing that I wanted most in the world, a baby.

We can talk about that another day. Right now, I want to spend time with my beautiful wife. Happy Anniversary baby, I said and slid a huge black bag in her direction.

She looked at me funny until she pulled the tissue paper out. Inside the bag was a new Birkin bag, a pair of Chanel pumps, and tickets to Kuala Lumpur. She said that she always wanted to go there since she saw the movie Entrapment and I was going to make her dream come true. I knew that I hit the jackpot when she squealed like a teenage girl getting asked to prom and jumped in my lap.

I got to pack. It says we leave in the morning! she exclaimed.

We do. But don’t pack. We can buy clothes there. Plus, the less clothes I see on that body the better, I growled and lifted her up.

I could tell she didn’t have on any panties under the thin ass shorts she was wearing. I slid them to the side and freed my dick from my pants and separated her lips with my shit. After all this time she was still almost as tight as a virgin. She always had to adjust herself to get used to my size.

Damn, I can’t get enough of your shit. It’s so tight and wet, I groaned between strokes.

Baby you make me feel so good. Shit, I love you! she cried as she tried to match me thrust for thrust, but she was no match for me.

But she knew that when I had her like this, she could take control easy. All she had to do was squeeze them pussy muscles on my dick like she was doing, and my ass would be screaming like a bitch. She clamped down on my dick with a vice grip and my legs started shaking, almost making me lose my balance.

Fuck, you trying to make me nut quick! I said and I bit down in the crook of her neck. I knew that was her spot and I could make her cum faster.

Sex for us was like a competition. We loved to see who could make who come first and the fastest. It was hard, intense and aggressive, like us. That was what got me sprung off her ass when we first got together. She pretty much bagged my ass and got it on the first night, not the other way around. It was her aggressive nature that had a nigga wanting her more and more until I said fuck it and put a ring on it.

Shit Daddy, I’m coming! she screamed and squirted her juices all over my Balmain jeans.

I was right behind her, and shot my load, filling her pussy up with my kids. I was hoping that she would get pregnant, but that IUD was still in place. My dick could feel the threads from that shit tickling the head every time I was deep in them guts. She was dead set on not having kids, but I hoped that this vacation would change her mind about that. She was my everything and I just wanted someone that was a mixture of both of us running around.

Damn baby, can you help me in my chair. I can’t believe you beat me this time, Raven said with a wide grin on her face.

I had to. It’s my anniversary too, you know, I joked back.

Don’t worry. I didn’t forget you baby. I have something special planned for you, she said, and I was confused.

The entire five years we’ve been together, she had never given me a gift on our anniversary. I proposed exactly one year to the day we made it official, and we were married on the same day the year after. But I was the one who always remembered and bought the gifts. It was almost in the aspect of romance the gender roles were reversed.

I wasn’t no sucka ass nigga or shit like that. I was just taught by my mom how a man is supposed to treat a woman. She said that even though my dad was deep in the game, he always spoiled her and romanced her. He took her to dinners, bought her gifts and even managed to take her on two vacations every year.

What’s that, love? I asked.

Finish your dinner and meet me upstairs, she said and walked away, pulling off her clothes along the way. I hurried up and finished my food so we could finish the night off right.

After the night we had, I didn’t know how we even made it to the airport, let alone get out of the bed. Raven sucked me dry all night long. I didn’t have to fuck her at all. She licked honey, chocolate and whipped cream off every inch of my body. She pleased me all night long and made me feel like a king for the first time in our entire relationship. She didn’t even look at her phone one time and she lived on Twitter.

Did you have fun last night? Raven asked me while we were waiting for our flight to board.

I did. I want more of that, I told her.

Only on special occasions. I don’t want to spoil you too much. You know how you can get, she said instantly throwing cold water on me killing the mood completely.

Maybe this trip will make you stop thinking about kids. I mean think about it. We get to just up and go wherever we want. If we had a kid, that would change. We couldn’t go to certain places or travel when we feel like it. You’re just getting your name out there. We don’t have the money to hire a full- time nanny. Not right now. The house isn’t even big enough for a family, she kept on talking and she was pissing me off with each breath.

Man go 'head with all that shit. You act like we broke and living in the projects. I make seven-figures a year. That five-bedroom house we live in ain’t small by a longshot. So, all this bullshit you talking can stop. Shit, all this making me not even want to go, I grumbled.

If you don’t want to go on our anniversary trip, then leave! It’s not like you wanted to go in the first place, she spat.

This was also a side of her that I hated. She could go from hot to cold in less than a second. Then she would pick a fight to piss me off and force me to leave her to herself. But there was no way that I was going to let her go to Malaysia alone. I was going to be by my wife’s side. She had a whole twenty-four hours and then some to get out of her feelings.

Not to mention there was another reason for this trip. I had to meet with some men interested in buying product in bulk. If this deal went down the way I hoped, I would be coming back to the states eight figures richer. That was enough to make any man say fuck it and deal with his wife’s fucked up attitude.

Now you know I’m not letting you go to the other side of the world alone. If something were to happen to you, I would lose my mind. This is our anniversary and I don’t want to fight. I just want us to enjoy this week and then get back to stacking this money, I said and pulled her into a kiss.

Mmmmm, I’m sorry baby. You know I get nervous before long flights. She finally apologized.

Don’t worry your pretty face about that. Let’s enjoy our time together before we have to get back to the real world, I said.

As they called for us to board our flight, I said a small prayer to make sure that everything in my life would go the way it was supposed to go. That I would stay as happy as I was in that very moment.

Iloved Jason, but not like he thought. I loved that he could take care of me. That I didn’t have to work and that was all. I was nowhere near in love with this man despite all of my efforts. I thought that I was going to love this man like they said in all of the books. You meet the guy, fall in love, get married and have babies.

None of that happened for me. I saw Jason hanging out at an industry party and saw how fine he was. One of the models that I competed with was on his arm, so I knew he was somebody. When I asked around about him, everyone said that he was going to be as big as Clive Davis. He was the future of music and that he was single.

Jason was about six-foot two and a good two-hundred pounds of muscle. He was a smooth brown skin brother with these beautiful hazel eyes that could hit my g-spot with one look. His black hair was tapered on the sides and the rest was sitting in these tight curls. He was fine as hell and reminded me of a male model instead of an up and coming music mogul. I just had to have him.

I took him right from under Naima. She may have beaten me on our season, but I was going to beat her in the man department. She was crying to the blogs and any radio show that would listen on how I was a homewrecker and stole her man. But Jason shut those rumors down and said what we had was instant. That he knew that I was the one.

The only thing was, I didn’t feel the same way about him that he did me. He was just too sweet for me. I mean don’t get me wrong, he was a street nigga all the way. But he had a softness about him that I couldn’t get next to. I don’t know why, but I liked for my men to be a bit of an asshole. That shit would have me chasing them like a lovesick puppy.

You okay, baby? I know how nervous you get right before takeoff, Jason asked and squeezed my hand.

I’m good baby. I took a Valium before boarding, I told him.

Okay. I just want you at ease. They’ll be by to take our drink and food orders soon, he said.

I will be in a few minutes and after a couple of glasses of champagne, I reassured him.

I sat back and buckled my seatbelt and put my eye mask over my face. I could feel the effects of the Valium and Xanax combo start to take over me. That was another thing that Jason didn’t know about me. I was a real-life party girl. Most people thought that I got eliminated because I took a bad picture for my CoverGirl shoot. But the real reason was because I showed up to elimination high as giraffe pussy and I was stumbling and falling all over the place.

Tyra got so pissed that she had to stop filming until I sobered up. That took about six hours and by then they had all but decided that it was time for me to go. I wanted that contract and was told that I had won, but that stunt changed it all. I lost and I was on the first thing smoking back to Reedville, Virginia.

"Baby, I need to talk to you, privately," I whispered to Jason and headed back towards the bathroom. I had snapped myself from my thoughts and the Xanax had started to take effect, making me horny as shit.

I could tell by the look on his face that he was down for some mile-high fun. I looked behind me as I sashayed down the aisle and made it to the bathroom in first class. It was bigger than the bathroom back in coach, but not by much. But I knew how to maneuver my body in a way that I could give and get full satisfaction.

I went into the bathroom and pulled my skirt up and took my thong off. Jason slid in a few seconds later and locked the door. He turned me around so that I was facing the mirror and I heard him unzip his pants and them drop to the floor. His hands slid down my body and started to tease my clit and I let out a low moan.

I could feel my juices flowing into his hand and leaving a beautiful scent in the small space. Jason kissed the back of my neck and slid his ten-inch dick inside me. I swear with the length of that thing and the girth, he made me feel like a virgin every time he slid in my kitty. He was giving me a slow stroke that drove me into sensory overload.

You know you like this. I want you to come for Daddy. Come hard, but don’t make a sound, he commanded and then bit down on my neck.

Oh God! Shit! I moaned and I could feel the muscles of my pussy start to tighten and contract.

Fuck, Raven. I love this shit. Come, baby. Please come so Daddy can nut, he begged.

That was all she wrote for me. Every time he did that begging shit, I would nut fast as shit. This time was no different. As soon as he started begging and tracing his tongue along my hot skin, my body reacted to him. I started to shake and lose myself as I released all my juices on him and down his legs.

Jason started to speed up his pace and I knew that he was getting close. I started to rotate my hips and throw it back at him and I felt him grow harder as his babies began the race to the surface. A few more strokes and a muffled grunt in my hair, Jason was shooting my club all the way up. If I wasn’t on birth control, he would’ve knocked my ass up right then and there.

After we christened the flight the right way, I was completely relaxed and ready to get through this long ass plane ride. We