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In just my bra and panties, I take a stumbling step back, wanting him to catch me.

He does. Almost immediately.

Not that I’m trying very hard to get away.

Jason parts my lips with his tongue and it delves in possessively to find mine. He turns and drops us both onto the bed, me half in his lap, a leg thrown over his hip.

It’s the perfect position to grind my center against his thigh. I can’t help it; I need to feel some friction, some release.

“God, I want you,” he mumbles against my neck.

I can barely think straight, but the words seem deeper than just this moment. Tugging at his boxer briefs, I ignore his indulgent chuckle and stand as he strips them off, leaving his naked body before me.

Jason leans back, legs spread at the edge of the mattress, the deep V-cuts at his hips making my mouth water. I let my eyes drag down his body from top to bottom, lingering on his erection as it literally throbs before me.

Wet heat rushes to my core. I unhook my bra and toss it aside, then do the same to my underwear, ignoring how damp they are. Every moment of this feels so natural—climbing onto his lap, guiding his cock to my entrance, and slowly teasing myself with just the tip.

Jason groans approvingly and leans back farther to watch. But his eyes, teasing, flick up to mine.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already had you this way,” he purrs before wrapping an arm around my hips and flipping us.

A gasp escapes me as I find myself suddenly under him. His arms cage me in, muscles taut, his knee nudging my legs apart again. I open them shamelessly.

Missionary was never my favorite position, but I’m more than willing to do so with him. I’d try pretty much anything with this man.

He looks down the length of my body, a cocky smirk playing at his lips, his erection bouncing against my pussy. I push my hips up toward him and let out a low whimper. “Jason, please. I need you.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg for my cock. Are you going to be good for me, beautiful?”

His question comes out low, demanding, and I nod. Jason wraps an arm around my left leg and pulls me closer so that he’s lined up at my entrance. I feel the head of his cock drag against my soaked folds and try again to seat him inside, but he only slaps my ass, grinning at the little yelp I let out.

“You’re only going to come when I tell you to. Understand?”

I nod again, eyes widening. Since when is Jason so bossy in bed? But it’s a turn on, because I know that outside of these doors, he’s respectful. I can trust him.

“W-what do you want me to do?” I ask, already out of breath with anticipation.

He holds his cock at the base and drags himself over my clit, sending a zing of electricity up my spine.

“I want you to spread your legs and take me. Just like this.”

Mindlessly, I make a noise of approval as he slowly presses his way inside.

He’s sitting back on his haunches and the angle creates a different kind of pressure that I’m not expecting. It leaves me feeling needy, my clit untouched, the friction barely there as he slides inside.

But the stretch is delicious and I drop my head back, reveling in the feel of him.

“Just like that,” he murmurs, fully inside and holding my thighs wide apart. His eyes are glued to the place we’re connected as he pulls back and then pushes into me again in one fluid movement. The force of it sends a jolt of pleasure up my body, but it’s not quite enough, and my teeth clench.

Jason grips my ass with one hand as he pounds into me slowly, over and over, his cock dragging along my walls. When I can’t take the teasing anymore, I reach down and start to play with myself, expecting him to push my hand away.

But his eyes only darken and meet mine.

“Keep touching yourself,” he commands, sitting up on his knees and pulling me closer.

This puts my hips at a different angle as he drives down into me, the wet sounds of every thrust filling the room. It gets me even more aroused and my slick fingers move faster on my clit, shoulders shivering with each little shock, the uneven rhythm that Jason keeps up, catching me off guard.