You could feel your body responding to him, your cock growing hard and heavy as he kissed and nibbled your neck. His other hand found its way to your erection, stroking it slowly, teasingly, driving you wild with need. You moaned his name, your hips bucking against his hand as you begged for more.
Jason's grip tightened, his strokes becoming more insistent as his mouth moved down to kiss and suck the skin of your chest. His teeth scraped lightly against your nipples, making you whine with pleasure. He knew just how to touch you, just how to make you crave him. The pressure in your stomach grew, the need to be filled by him, to feel his heat inside you, becoming unbearable.
With a growl, he pulled back, his eyes blazing with lust. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. You didn't hesitate, dropping to the floor before him, your eyes never leaving his as you obeyed.
Jason stepped out of his pants, his cock thick and hard as it bobbed in front of you. You leaned forward, eager to taste him, but he stopped you with a hand on the back of your head. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice firm but gentle.
You met his gaze, the hunger in his eyes making your heart race even faster. He guided your mouth to his cock, and you took him in with a moan, his taste filling your mouth and making you crave more. You could feel his hand on the back of your neck, guiding your movements as you sucked and licked, taking him deeper with each pass.
The tension in the room was palpable, your need for him a living, breathing entity that filled every inch of space between you. His breathing grew ragged, his hips starting to rock into your mouth as you pleasured him, the scent of your heat growing stronger by the second.
Suddenly, he pulled out, his hand leaving your neck to grip your shoulders. "Not yet," he said, his voice strained. "I need to be inside you."
Without another word, he bent down and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight as he hovered over you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the love and possessiveness in them, a stark contrast to the hunger that had taken over.
He reached for your sweatpants, sliding them down your legs and tossing them aside. His gaze lingered on your exposed cock and balls, the need to mark you, claim you, stronger than ever. He leaned in, his tongue swiping over your length before he took you in his mouth, his warmth and wetness sending waves of pleasure through your body.
You gripped the bedsheets, your hips thrusting upward as he deep-throated you, the sensation of his throat tightening around your cock driving you closer to the edge. But just as you felt yourself about to come, he pulled back, leaving you gasping and needy.
"Please," you begged, your voice a desperate whine.
Jason leaned over, his nose nuzzling against your neck as he licked and kissed the sensitive skin. "Please what?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.
"Please, fuck me," you begged, your voice trembling with need.
With a low growl, he picked you up, turning you onto your stomach and pushing you up onto your hands and knees. The anticipation was killing you, making you shake with need. You could feel him position himself behind you, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick hole. His hands were on your hips, holding you steady as he pushed inside you, filling you up in one slow, deliberate thrust.
The feeling was intense, your body stretching to accommodate his size, your heat making you even wetter than before. You moaned into the pillow, the pressure in your stomach morphing into a delicious ache that spread through your entire body. Jason didn't hold back, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had you moaning and whimpering with every stroke.
