Justin Bieber & Jason McCann Dirty Imagines

Eight (The Boss) Jason McCann

EVERY IMAGINE IN THIS BOOK IS NOT MINE SO CREDITS GO TO WHOEVER OWNS THIS.

He’d been staring all night long, his eyes would scan the room and last just a few seconds too long in her direction. From afar, she couldn’t see the colour of them, but later on that night, when he had his hands gripping her hips and his breath on her neck, she could see they were a deep, dark brown.

His attractiveness lured her in, she couldn’t help but give into him when he leaned over and muttered sweet bit erotic things into her ear before letting his tongue run along the area.

That’s why later that night, she was open to him as he was her. Their bodies responded to each other while they spoke in moans of arousal.

He would growl into her ear while his length slammed into her. It caused a chill to trickle down her spine and her back to arch; the sound alone would be enough to push her over the edge if he wasn’t demanding her not to let go.

“You cum, I stop. Instantly,” he threatened, his jaw clenched tightly, causing his face to look even more structured than it already was. “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you? I know I don’t want to disappoint you, and by how incredibly wet you are for me, I can tell I’m doing nothing of the sort.”

The way he spoke entranced her. He spoke to her as though they’d been together so many times before, he was so confident and she adored it. It mixed well with how forcefully he was slamming into her, reaching every inch of her without fail.

Meanwhile, all she could do was whimper pathetically, and sometimes spit out a few sentences. Whether they made any sense, she wasn’t sure.

She could tell he was close to coming undone when his fingernails dug painfully into her skin and his thrusts became slow, but only just. He was still perfect at hitting where she needed him the most.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he spat, and [Y/N] could sense he was beginning to lose control. She knew this because he looked exactly like he did a few hours ago when he was cumming for the first time that night.

She pushed her hips up to meet his own as they moved at a rapid pace. When she placed her dainty hands on his muscular shoulders, she couldn’t help but notice the layer of sweat he was building up.

“J-Jason,” she whispered; not daring to even attempt to say anything else.

“What?” he asked abruptly, “tell me what you want.”

His fingers were snakes slithering across her skin, moving slyly; trying to go unnoticed. However, she was paying too much attention to do anything other than focus on the warmth of them as they started to grope her thigh.

“I wanna cum,” she said with a shaking voice, she noticed him watching her carefully and she wondered what he was thinking.

“Tell me I’m fucking you good and you might just be allowed to,” he grunted, thrusting his hips exceptionally hard against her own as he did so. She held back her cries.

“Y-you are,” she stuttered, her back arching suddenly.

“That’s not enough for me. That’s not what I want. Tell me how good I’m fucking you, that means I demand you to tell me exactly how much you’re loving my cock inside of your pussy,” his words were sharp, and he spat down to her. All she could do was whimper; not wanting to show him how much his words had an effect on her.

“You’re fucking me so good, I-I love it. Please let me cum,” she moaned, her legs wrapped around his waist.

He pounded into her with abandon, over and over again until she simply couldn’t hold onto her high any longer. The way his hair fell in his face as he watched his length disappear inside of her, and the deep concentrated expression on his face only made her clench around him which he seemed to enjoy.