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Cherchez La Femme
By : RobCo
Category: +M through R > Overwatch
Views: 4742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch and make no money by writing this.
Chapter List
- 1-Protecting The 'President'
- 2-Australian Wetlands
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Jesse was sitting at his desk reading some files. Which surprised him as he was fairly sure that he didn't own his own office. But everything around him seemed to prove him wrong as it was obviously supposed to be his office. Thinking nothing of it Jesse returned to reading the, to his opinion, boring files. That was until he got distracted by some pretty pictures on his desk.
It was a picture of himself. But not just himself as there was someone else on it too. A very beautiful lady who goes by the name Amelie LaCroix. He was holding her in his arms on the picture. And by the looks of it it was a wedding picture. Evidence being that he wore a suit and she wore a white dress. The happiness in their eyes sold the deal.
The picture next to it was the two of them again. But this time they were standing in front of a building. Smiles on their faces and pride in their eyes. If he had to guess he would say that the building behind them was their home. He could even point out the window of the room he was in.
His thoughts about the pictures got interrupted when he heard the door open. With sleep in her eyes and one of his shirts on her body stood his wife, Amelie, in the door opening. Her hips swayed when she walked quietly towards him. With a smile on his face he slightly pushed his chair back to make room for her.
As expected Amelie took place on his lap by placer her legs on either side of his waist. Before he could ask her what's wrong she pouted at him as she placed her arms around his neck. The feeling of her breasts against his chest brought a smile to his face.
''I need you, daddy.'' Amelie moaned in his ear as she pulled him closer. The smile on Jesse's face turned into a smirk as he placed an arm around her waist. ''Tell daddy what you need, baby girl.'' He asked as he peppered her neck with kisses.
Amelie let out soft moans and Jesse could swear he was getting drunk off them. She gently guided his free hand to her already soaking pussy. The smirk on his face only widened as he felt the slickness against his fingers. ''Please daddy,'' Amelie begged sweetly as she rubbed her pussy against his fingers.
Gently Jesse rubbed a finger against her clit before slowly pushing it in her pussy. The tight heat around his finger got him worked up, but he wanted to take it slow. Show her who was in charge of the situation. After what felt like minutes of gently pumping his finger in and out of her tight wet pussy he could feel and hear Amelie getting desperate. But he decided she wasn't desperate enough yet. Jesse decided to up the tempo and add another finger. Which in the end had the desired result of Amelie being a needy mess in his lap.
Her moans were beautiful and her breaths were short and quick. The way she repeated the words Daddy and Jesse like a prayer had him rock hard. ''Tell daddy what you need, baby girl.'' He whispered in her ear.
''Daddy please fuck me.'' Amelie managed to back after several failed attempts. For a moment the room was silent other than the sound of her wet pussy being fingered. That was until Jesse let out a chuckle.
''Anything for you, baby girl.''

''Oi, wanker. Wake up!'' Yelled the amused Brit as she threw a pillow at the sleeping cowboy. She was sitting on a chair beside his bed for a while now. Listening to him and recording him. And while it wasn't as vocal as usual, it was still prime blackmail material. For a second or two Lena looked at her surroundings. Jesse was basically the only one, outside of their bosses of course, who got his own room. And it all had to do with the recording in her hands.
Nobody wanted to wake up to their roommate moaning because of a wet dream. Especially if you have to wake up at five to get ready for a mission on the other side of the world. Lena wondered if she could do the same thing to get her own room. But that meant not being able to fool around with her pretty roommate, Emelie.
Don't get her wrong her main desire was still Amelie. But a girl had needs and luckily her roommate understood. It helped that her roommate was using her too as she herself pined after someone else. In other words, neither of the girls moaned or called the other by their actual names. With Lena calling Emelie Amelie, and Emilie calling Lena Angela. It was a temporary match made in hell. But it worked for them. No strings attached, just sex.
Jesse rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up. ''Took you long enough, cowboy,'' Lena said amused. Her smile widening when he shot her a nasty glare. Jesse's eyes flicked to the device in her hands and he immediately knew what it was. He let out an annoyed sigh.
''What do you want?'' His voice came out rougher than usual from the lack of water. For a second Lena ignored him in favor of replaying the recorded audio out loud. It got a snort out of her and an annoyed glare out of him. He threw the pillow she threw at him and smiled when it made her drop her recorder.
''Relax big guy. I don't want anything. I'm just here to inform you that Amelie, or baby girl as you like to call her.'' Lena stopped to wiggle her eyebrows. ''Is visiting her uncle in Australia.''
''And you're telling this to me because?'' Why would she give him information about Amelie? Especially since they both want her for themselves.
''Because I'm a good person.'' She answered with a fake offended tone. But when Jesse gave her a look she shrugged. ''To tell you the truth, I'm only telling you because I know you're going to screw up.'' This made Jesse raise his eyebrow.
''Excuse me?'' He said offended. But unlike Lena he actually was.
''You heard me. You're going to screw up. I don't know how, but you will.'' Lena stood up while she said it and walked to the door. But before she left the room she slightly turned to look at Jesse and to say, ''And when you have I'll be there to clean up your mess and sweep to her away.''
Her words left Jesse confused and offended. Like hell will he screw up! But it did worry him. Did Lena know something he didn't?
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Cherchez La Femme	By : RobCo Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 4742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch and make no money by writing this.

Cherchez La Femme