Page 88 of Something So Strong

I squeeze my eyes shut and go over the layout of the room. It’s the same as mine, but the footprint is reversed. And there’s Jesse… I trust Jesse… With Jesse, I’ll be safe.

He told me he’d let nothing hurt me.

Opening my eyes, I nod my head.

Green irises focus on me for several long seconds, and when I show no signs of wavering, I’m thrown onto my back. His hands fall beside my shoulders as Jesse cages me with his body, and his blond hair falls down, ticking my face.

“Why did you tell girls you’d been struck by lightning?”

With the most devious cocksure grin I’ve ever seen, Jesse looks at my mouth and licks his lips. “So I could tell them I had electric fingers.”

That’s so fucking stupid and he knows it as well as I do, but goddamn it makes him so much sexier because it’s something I would have done. Sometimes girls are that dumb, and sometimes they just want you to think they are, and… Holy shit, I want those electric fingers down my throat. Inside my—

My eyes shoot open and I scan Jesse’s face and body for any warning signs that I may have missed.

Gently, his hand cups my cheek and I can see his intention as plain as day. “Are you alright?”

I nod and slide my hands behind my back to voluntarily weaken myself because it’s what I’ve always wanted, but was too disgusted at myself to ask for.

Right is wrong, red is green, and the sky is purple whenever I’m around him. Like the world I’ve always seen has been a lie the entire time and only he can set me free.

Settling between my thighs, Jesse palms my cock through my underwear but withdraws his hand when I move my hips. “Uh-uh,” he tuts. “You move, I stop.”

On reflex, I curl my top lip, but the anger is soon overshadowed by the realization of how much more turned on I am by being denied.

“I didn’t think it could get any bigger.” My cheeks flush with warmth at Jesse’s praise. “That’s why you’re never getting that thing inside me.”

Peeling back my underwear, Jesse firmly grips the base of my shaft. As I wiggle unwittingly, his hand loosens, and I have to fight against my urges and stay as still as I can, all whilst watching the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

With shoulders back and too many wayward strands of hair obscuring his face, Jesse winks at me, presses his lips together, and rolls his tongue around inside his mouth. I swear I can feel it inside my own. Pushing and prodding between soft and hard.

Leaning forward, he releases a trail of spit that lands right on the head of cock before trickling down the side. “I don’t think that’ll be enough,” he states so smugly that my dick jerks in his clutches.

Twisting his hand, he smears his saliva over my shaft and slowly draws upwards—running his thumb over the tip and pushing down on my slit before dragging his thumb back down and releasing me altogether.

“How many?” he asks, wiggling his fingers. “Will two be enough?” He waves his middle and index fingers in front of my face. And this time, I growl. “Three then?”

I shut my mouth tight, but he slaps me.

My body tenses and I glare up at him.

The sting shocks me, but not as much as I like it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he snickers, his ego filling the entire room. “You’re not fooling anyone.” Making a show of it, he returns one finger to scoop the beads of pre-cum leaking from my tip. Pausing to look at it briefly, he returns his attention to me. “Open wide.”

Without thought, I gape my mouth open, and Jesse spreads my pre-cum over my lips.

“So pretty.” His voice slinks into my ears, and the tip of my tongue traces the inside edge of my lips—tasting my bitterness. “You can have four for that,” he tells me before shoving the fingers of his right hand into my mouth with no further warning.

My tongue laps at their underside before my lips close in, and I start sucking.

“So fucking greedy,” he hisses and digs in further. My throat tenses around his fingers, and I hum at the insatiable hunger I have for the sting of his nails against my tonsils.

Again he pushes.

I teeter on the brim of needing to gag, but I fight it.

Determined to reduce me to a spluttering mess, Jesse fucks his hand into my mouth over and over, and I take it like the whore I am. And almost in real time, I can see a developing addiction to overwhelming me grow inside him.

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