Page 121 of Something So Strong

“You thought you had to be strong because you only ever fucked weak women. They didn’t know how to handle you. They couldn’t see what you wanted. What you needed…. Open your mouth.”

It’s embarrassing how eager I am to obey him.

To be used.

He needs to rise on his toes to do it, but Jesse hurls a wad of spit into my mouth and I moan as it hits the back of my tongue. It’s hot and intrusive, and if my cock wasn’t leaking before, it sure as hell is now. I go to swallow it, but he jerks my head down. “I’m not finished.” Again, he spits into my gaping mouth, this time hitting deeper, and a euphoric gasp gurgles out around it. “Such a dirty whore.” He throws my head to the side. “Keys… And don’t you dare swallow.”

With Jesse’s saliva coating my mouth, I struggle to find the right key.

“Just open the fucking door,” he demands—gripping my arm and spinning me towards the handle.

The trademark scrape of the door makes me shudder as it slides open, and Jesse pries my head back with a hand in my hair. “Push the middle seats back, then get on your knees.”

Crawling in, I flick the lever down on the far side of the first row of seats and push it back until it clicks into place. Turning ninety degrees, I lean back on my heels, rest my hands above my knees, and wait.

Jesse is all broad shoulders and power as he shrugs off his coat and tosses it on the pushed-back seats. Moving into the van, he stops on the first step and throws the door closed behind him with a bang.

“Here.” He points to the floor in front of him, and I shuffle forward until my knees are as far as they can go before falling off the step.

Hand above his head, Jesse searches the roof before flicking on the internal light. My eyes blink, but I hold steady.

“Open wide.”

Craning my neck, I open my mouth as far as I can.

“So pretty, this face,” he coos—stroking my cheek. “But I’m gonna fuck it so hard you won’t recognize yourself.”

My lust and desire to serve him is so heavy my whole body quivers at the thought of how I’ll look, and to exactly what lengths he’s going to go to in order to get me there.

Unbuttoning the top of his shirt, Jesse pulls the fabric over his head and throws it on top of his coat. Nimble fingers make quick work of his belt and he peels his Wranglers down to just below the bulge of his cock. Then he grips it hard enough through his underwear I can see its strong outline—strained and stretching the material like it’s about to break.

“Do you trust me?”

I nod eagerly and paw at his thighs.

Nails jab into the skin of my cheeks as I’m forced to focus on Jesse’s green irises.

“I’m serious, Kai… Do you trust me?”

Slithering my tongue back into my mouth, I gather our combined saliva into my cheek and answer as best I can. “Yeth.”

“Get that tongue back out,” he growls—tossing kind and caring Jesse in the gutter as he pulls down the band of his underwear.

I’m so close his cock head hits my chin on the way up and smacks down on the tip of my tongue.

My eyes roll back and my eyelids dance at his scent is as it coats my nostrils.

With a firm grip on the base of his shaft, Jesse slaps the underside of his dick against my tongue—splashing our spit all over my face and his stomach.

“You’re gonna be such a fucking mess when I’m done,” he speaks down to me.

My eyes widen in shock when his thickness slaps me in the face.

With a snicker, he does it again before moving to the other cheek.

“Uh-uh, tongue out,” he scolds, rubbing his slick slit against my lips.

Lapping at his tip, I boldly trace his crown before draping my tongue back over my bottom lip.

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