“If you want it,” the words were practically purred out in a way that set my blood on fire, “take it. It’s what you’ve wantedthis whole time, isn’t it? Fucking take it, and show me how much you want me, you dirty girl.”
Not going to lie, it was kind of hot when he called me that. The man was unleashing new kinks inside of me—although, to be fair, Kieran had a bit of a dirty mouth too, when we were getting into it. Like father, like son, apparently.
Fuck, it really was hot.
I undid his jeans, and as I tugged them down, I wondered if he simply never wore pajamas, or if he didn’t feel comfortable enough to wear them in this house. I supposed, sooner or later, I’d find out. Like hell was this going to be the only time we shared together.
No matter what happened, I needed more. Death wouldn’t take me from him, nor would it take me away from any of my guys.
His cock was hidden beneath boxer briefs. I didn’t feel like tugging them all the way down. Like his jeans, I only moved the fabric as much as I had to to reach that tempting snake between his legs. I slipped his cock out through the slit on the side, and that thing popped out eagerly.
Thanks to the light from the TV, I was able to see it in its full glory. While most of him had tattoos, his cock was tattoo-free. That said, even as tattoo-less as it was, it was still impressive. Girthy. Like, fuck. Definitely three fingers, three of his fingers. Mine? That thing was bigger than all my fingers on my right hand put together.
Jason had propped his head up on a pillow so he could watch. “Well?” he asked. “You going to do anything to it, or just sit there and keep staring like you’ve never seen anything like it?”
None of my guys had a cock quite this girthy, but I wasn’t going to compare them outright… not unless I had all four of them naked together, and I highly doubted that would ever happen. In my dreams, maybe, but in real life? I didn’t thinkKieran would go for something like that. Fang, definitely. Mike? He could be persuaded. But Kieran? Probably not.
“You sound pretty impatient right now,” I said, pouting my lips as I took a single hand to his cock and ran a finger up along its side, the side that had a more throbbing vein pressing against the skin. For some reason, that vein was hot. I wanted to lick it from base to tip. “Aren’t you old enough to know patience is a virtue?”
Was I making fun of his age? Maybe a little.
“Careful there,” he warned me. “You’re still young enough I could bend you over my knee and give you a good spanking.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said, and because I knew it got on his nerves, I finished with: “Daddy.” I could instantly tell he was about to react—maybe sit up and grab me. Hell, maybe even do what he’d said and spank me—so I stopped him the only way I knew how: I bent over and took that thick cock in my mouth.
Jason couldn’t say a word after that. No other word besides a muttered, “Fuck.” With a quick glance up at him, I found he was indeed watching me, a carnal expression on his handsome face.
My mouth had to be open in an almost ridiculous manner to accommodate his girth. Luckily, I wasn’t new at this anymore. I understood exactly how to take a big cock in my mouth and make it feel good for the guy. Honestly, I enjoyed the thought of getting them off.
I moved slowly, at first, bobbing my head along his length. When I swirled my tongue around his tip, I tasted his salty precum. With every swirl of my tongue, every time I sucked on that tip hard, he let out a low moan, wordlessly telling me I was doing good.
And then his hand found the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair, and it was like we both turned into different people. Like our only focus was on his pleasure. Likehe was taking charge even though he was the one beneath me. Basically, like he was imagining fucking my pussy while he was buried in my mouth.
It was hot. God, it was so hot. The way he tugged on my hair, the groans that left him when his hips began to move beneath me, how I had to take that girthy thing deep in my throat. Damn good thing I’d overcome my gag reflex already.
“Dirty girls take every drop,” Jason murmured as the hand on the back of my head tensed.
As if I’d do anything else. Please.
I was ready for the eruption, but somehow I was still surprised when that first gush of cum shot out of his cock and landed in the back of my throat. He continued to pump his cock in my mouth as the orgasm dominated him, causing the following squirts to land in various places. I got one good squirt on my tongue, but most of it was immediately swallowed.
Only when he was done did he loosen the hold on my head and allow me to pull my mouth off his cock. As his hand fell away, I straightened out and licked my lips, crawling up to his chest and nuzzling into his neck.
His arms encircled me. “You did good. I can’t wait until I can bend you over and fuck you like I’m dying to.”
“You could do it right now,” I whispered. “Bend me over the couch and have me however you want.” I wouldn’t say no. What girl in their right mind would? This man was a god, and even though it might not be easy, he was mine now. Just like Kieran, Fang, and Mike, I wasn’t going to let this man go.
“As tempting as it is, I think our first time I’d rather have you in a bed… maybe after I watch you get worn in by one of the others.” I wasn’t the only dirty one on this couch, clearly. Jason might act tough and no-nonsense, but when clothes came off and things got heated, he was one of us.
Perfect, really.
I kissed his jaw. “I know just the man for the job. Fang would love that.”
“Would he? Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me. He seems… different.”
A giggle escaped me. “He is. I think he’d let me fuck the whole city if I wanted to—I don’t, though. I don’t need the whole city. Just you, and him, and Mike…” I grinned hard. “And Kieran.”
“Let’s not talk about my son when you have my cum in your belly.”
