Page 174 of Something So Strong

It’s lavish; to be entered and want it. To feel the man commanding you come just as undone as you are. His breath huffing out at a rapid speed almost in time with the inward thrust of his fingers into my ass.

Then he brushes it, and I lose my goddamn mind.

My body jolts, my shoulders hunch, and my mouth gapes as a groan rumbles through me.

I push back against Jesse’s hand harder and he flicks over it again to the same result. Then pumps into me almost recklessly, grazing my prostate with every jab.

I’m a writhing mess, my hips grinding against his thigh until he smirks with a tsk, and holds still.

“So it only takes two fingers to fuck you dumb?”

I try pushing back on him again but he pulls out completely.

“You’re getting too carried away. You know I get to come first. And… I wanna do that while I’m fucking you.”

I’m nodding without even letting the words sink in. I’m not sure if I even heard them.

“Up.” Jesse pulls his thumb from my mouth and slides it beneath my chin—pulling me off of his lap to sit beside him.

The second my tender backside hit the chair, Jesse stands and hunches over the back of the driver’s seat.

“Eat it,” he demands, looking back at me and tugging at one of his ass cheeks to present his pretty little hole.

My eyes burn into him, hooded and hazy.

“Get to it.”

Quickly I lean forward to flick it with the tip of my tongue before he pulls his hand away and sucks air in quickly, exhaling with a shudder.

I grope his ass, my thumbs sinking into the creases and gently tugging at the inside of his cheeks, watching his rim stretch, then pucker.

His dick hangs low between his legs, balls heavy and inviting. I lick between them and his taint—the tip of my nose brushing against him. Then cup the skin around his balls and tug down.

I smile smugly at how he arches his back further and I start dryly thumbing his hole before following its movements with my tongue until he’s wet enough for me to slip inside to the first knuckle.

He’s tight, but loosens almost instantly, so I force my thumb the whole way in, pulling outwards as I rotate my wrist.

Gathering all the excess thick and stringy saliva still left in my mouth, I pull out my finger and spit it against his hole.

Jesse’s legs shake and he grips harder to the headrest of the seat.

Separating his cheeks, I press both thumbs into his loosening rim and push them inside—tugging and stretching him in opposite directions. Dragging my tongue between them and lapping inside him.

Jesse’s hand reaches around and grips the back of my head, pushing my face further into his ass.

My thumbs slip out and my hands grip his hips to counteract the force, but also to help me bury my tongue even further within his walls as he rides my face.

Drool drips down my chest and I struggle for breath, but relish in the short, staccato moans I’m drawing out of Jesse.

Then, when I pry my head away and spit against him again, he spins around and pushes me back in the seat. His hand swipes across my jaw gathering as much lubrication as he can then cups it in front of my mouth. More thick saliva is produced, and before I can even comprehend his intentions, Jesse is spreading it over my cock and straddling my lap.

“Condom,” I blurt out, but he slaps his spitty hand over my mouth.

“Shh…” His other hand reaches behind his back and seizes my shaft. “Whatever you have, I have, Baby.”

I know I’m clean, I’ve never fucked anyone without a rubber and was tested before I started things with Alma. But his willingness to want me as raw and real as possible shows a trust I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay.

Tight, firm pressure rings the head of my cock, strangling the entirety of my shaft as he sheathes me in one fluid motion—punching the air out of himself.

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