Page 131 of Something So Strong

“Tell me about Sax then.”

“Grower.”

“So all three of you are packing?”

“Yep… That’s why we let you hang out with us. Only big dicks allowed.”

I’m pretty sure Kendall is biting her finger, but I’m not taking my eyes off Jesse to find out.

“Cool it with your foul mouth, Jess. You’re corrupting poor Kenny.”

“Isn’t it best we prepare her for what’s coming? Or… perhaps she already knows?”

“You do have a point. Where does Romeo rank in the big dick club?”

“Number one.” Jesse shrugs like Kendall already knows the answer, and walks off to where Romeo and Cleo are waiting by the club entrance. Looking back at me, he shifts his focus to Kendall and winks—and I think I like him even more for it.

“You know…” I hold my words until Kendall and I are alone in the corridor outside the doors. “If you haven’t already gone for a ride, when you are ready, I suggest not eating the day of.”

“W-why?” she stutters, looking up at me with eyes as wide as saucers.

I shrug and start walking backward away from her. “Because that monster is gonna fuck you so deep, anything you ate will come spewing back out your mouth.”

Laughing to myself as I step inside 52 Degrees, Will—the bouncer—greets me with a jerk of his chin. “Where’s Kendall?”

“Just catching her breath.”

The look Romeo gives me as he pushes past is priceless.

“What did you say to her?” Jesse’s eyes roll so hard I can hear it in his voice.

I grab his hand. “Nothing you haven’t already thought… This way.”

“You really should come with a warning.”

I can only just make out Jesse’s words over whichever R’n’B song is blaring in the club, and I tug him closer to my side as we approach the VIP booth next to the bar. Unclipping the rope so Cleo can take a seat, I back Jesse up against the table.

“See. That’s why you’d make a perfect Dom.”

He crosses his arms and leans back against the table. “Why’s that?”

“Because you always look out for me.”

Light from the bar shadows the left side of his face, but I still see his smirk and the spark in his eye. “Sounds like what you really want is a father.”

“Fuck fathers.” I step closer and lean my hands on either side of his hips. “What I want. Is a daddy.”

“You do realize how ridiculous that sounds when you insist on calling me Pretty Boy every thirty seconds.”

To respond or not to respond?

Simply blinking from Jesse’s eyes to his lips and back again as my tongue pushes purposefully into the corner of my mouth isn’t going to be enough this time.

“How about Pretty Boy in the streets, Daddy in the sheets?”

Jesse’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. And though I can tell it’s more out of nerves than enticement, it doesn’t mean the effect isn’t the same. Because I still want his tongue and fingers in my mouth, and his hand around my throat as I fuck him.

I press my dick against his. “Do you think you can do that for me, My Pretty Boy?”

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