Page 51 of Problems

"That's right."

I shoved Jack into the bathroom and followed right behind him. I flipped the lock on the door and crowded into Jack's space.

"Wait, I really do have to pee," Jack said. His hand on my chest felt hot burning through the shirt I was wearing. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like without the barrier of clothing between us.

"Then I'll help."

Jack's brows nearly kissed his hairline. "No thank you."

"Wasn't asking."

I shoved him near the toilet and yanked his shorts off his hips. I slapped his inner thigh earning me a yelp from him as he lifted his leg like I wanted. I pulled his shorts free and tossed them to the side.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked.

"Stop questioning Daddy and go pee."

Jack glanced over his shoulder, a nervous look overtaking his face. "I can't, you're making me anxious."

"You know just what to say to make me hard, huh?"

Jack shook his head. "No, you're just crazy."

Maybe.

I snapped my fingers and pointed toward the wall and Jack huffed as he turned around. He held his soft cock in his hand and aimed at the toilet. I grabbed his hips and before Jack could turn back around, I parted his cheeks and dove in. I dragged my tongue over his hole.

"Wait—" Jack's words were broken off as he moaned.

His hole clenched around my tongue begging for more.What a greedy body.My cock twitched in need. I wanted to slam Jack down and bury all eight inches of my cock in his tight ass. I bet he'd milk me dry. I moaned against his puckered flesh.

His fingers tangled in my hair. If he planned to push me away, he quickly changed his tune as I lapped and teased his hole.

"Oh fuck."

I pulled back, smacking my lips as I tried not to laugh at him. "You're supposed to be peeing, remember?"

Jack's entire body was trembling. "I can't."

I reached around him and pressed against his abdomen. Another groan left him as he bent forward.

"Daddy Cian I—"

The first trickle of piss cut off Jack's words. I spread his cheeks and devoured his hole like a man starving. No person or catastrophe could get me to stop. Jack's moans grew louder and louder bouncing off the walls.

A knock at the door gave me pause. "Wee one, are you alright?"

Jack went stiff. "Shit." He whispered.

He glanced over his shoulder at me. His big brown eyes pleaded with me to come up with a magical solution for the predicament we were in. I smirked up at him before I bit the firm globe of his ass.

Jack slapped his hand over his mouth, keeping the scream at bay.

Damn.I moved back a little to admire the mark. My stomach was on fire at the sight before me. I wanted to mark every single inch of Jack and hear his screams as I did.

"Jack?"

Fuck Finnian.I wanted him to open the door and see just how slutty and hungry I made Jack. But then the fun would be over, and I wasn't quite ready for that.

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