Chapter 8
Jason's POV
I sat on the couch trying to focus on the TV but I couldn't. Why the hell did I have to do that to Azalea? How am I suppose to get her to love me back if I keep torturing her like this. Well someone has to teach her that escaping isn't an option.
I jerked my head up when I heard something crash up stairs, I ran upstairs. What if she escaped? What if she hurt her self? The faster I ran the more I worried. I kicked the door open to see Azalea standing there in the sexy firefighter costume I bought from Spencer's. I licked my lips and walked over to her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and her lips came crashing on to mine. She pushed me back against the newly made bed with fresh sheets. She straddled me as placed kissed from my jaw down to my chest. Moans slipped from my mouth as she would innocently let her hand fall down to where my friend lived. She played with the band of my boxers before taking her hand away, my erection was painfully hard. “Do you want to feel good, Jason?” She purred.
I nodded furiously hoping she would relieve me but she only gave me a smirk before saying, “Well I suppose you better call your whore.” She got off of me and walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. I was stunned and shocked. Well played motherfucker. Well played. I got out of the bed and went into the other bathroom to do my business.
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Guns & Roses
FanfictionJason McCann has the reputation for being one of the most ruthless gang leaders around and he's proud of it too. Azalea Rose chose not to be apart of any gang even though she could easily run any gang but when she meets Jason she finds herself in a...
