"You surprised me today," she says suddenly.
"How's that?" I ask, grateful for the distraction from my increasingly explicit thoughts.
"When we went to your mom's house. I never expected the almighty Beast to be such a gentle man, to be so kind to her."
I chuckle at this assessment. "My mom's the best thing in my life. The one person who never left, no matter what shit I got into."
Jenny's expression turns wistful. "I wonder if my mom would have been like that if she'd stuck around. If she would have protected me."
I sit beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. "I'm sure she would have," I tell her honestly. "But even without a mother, you became a strong woman. No one can take that away from you."
"Thanks," she says softly. "That's why I hate it when Tank or anyone else tries to control me. I survived on my own. I proved myself."
I can't help but smile at the fierce determination in her voice.
"What?" she asks, noticing my expression.
"I like when you sound confident," I admit. "So sure of yourself. It's... impressive."
"Shut up," she says playfully, punching my arm lightly before lying back on her bed.
The new position puts her entire body on display. Breasts rising and falling with each breath, thick thighs just inches from my hand. My mouth goes dry at the sight.
I'm not sure if she's just comfortable around me or if she's deliberately teasing me, inviting me to make a move. I want to—God, how I want to—but what if I'm misreading this? What if I fuck up the strange connection we've built over the last two days?
I should get up. I should walk out right now, take up my position at the security monitors, and focus on keeping everyone safe. That's my job, my responsibility. I'm on the verge of standing when Jenny's tongue darts out, slowly wetting her lips.
Fuck. That's not accidental. She's taunting me.
I turn my body toward her and place my hand on her thigh. She doesn't pull away or object. Encouraged, I use my strength to pull her toward me until she's straddling my lap, her ass positioned directly over my throbbing erection. She reaches behind her head, gathering her hair into a ponytail, the movement causing her to shift against my bulge.
My cock pulses beneath her, straining for freedom. I can already imagine it standing proud before her face, those pretty lips parting to take me in.
"I've been thinking about this since I met you," she whispers, confirming my suspicions. She climbs off my lap and walks tothe door, closing it with a soft click. "Do you know what I have in mind?"
I'm about to answer when she drops to her knees, crawling the last few steps toward me. My breath catches as she places her hand on my belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it aside before unbuttoning my jeans. She presses her lips against the outline of my cock through my briefs, her hand cupping my balls and massaging them gently.
Jesus Christ. The sensation is incredible. I had no idea Jenny had this side to her. This boldness, this raw sexuality. I fucking love it.
"Can I?" she asks, fingers hooking into the waistband of my briefs.
"You don't need to ask," I growl, voice thick with desire.
She smirks, a confident, seductive expression I've never seen on her before, and slowly pulls down my underwear. My cock springs free, nearly hitting her in the face. It stands at full attention, thicker and harder than I can ever remember it being, veins prominent along the shaft, the head swollen.
"Fuck," she whispers, wrapping her hand around the base. "I've never seen one this big before."
She starts stroking me, varying her pace. Slow, then faster, then agonizingly slow again. A drop of saliva falls from her mouth onto my length, and she uses it to lubricate her movements, spreading it over my cock with her palm.
I thread my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head. "You're fucking incredible," I tell her, my voice strained.
"You deserve it," she replies before lowering her mouth onto my cock.
She takes me halfway before gagging, but instead of backing off, she pushes further. Her throat constricts around my head, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. She slides back, gasping for breath.
"I was close," she says, determination in her eyes.
"You were," I agree, "but you don't need to take it all."
