Black

Chapter 37

Jason took me in a searing kiss. His lips teasing, haunting me. God, he tastes so good. I want his lips on mine forever. It almost feels like we're made for each other. I can't explain why, but it's a gut feeling. I can't push him away anymore. I want him and I'm going to do everything in my power to get him. He makes me angry and sad, but he can be caring and generous at the same time. He can make me or brake me.

I could smell his manly cologne. This is it, I'm not going back to normal fighting between each other. This isn't normal how we behave. This is sexual attraction on a higher level. I'm going to go with the flow and participate with wathever he wants to do with me.

He takes my under lip between his teeth, biting it gently. "I want you, but we can't do this anymore Rose." He told me while taking a step back from me. "I want you to Jason. Don't stop now, please?" I beg him silently. "You don't want me to stop?" He questions me unsure. "No, I really want you." I exhale loudly. The heat starts throbbing between my legs.

I take one step closer to him so my breasts brush against his chest. He looks down into my cleavage and grins widely. "You're fucking deliscious Rose." He tells me seductively. "Do you want to taste me? I'm all yours." I grin seductively at him. Suddenly he scoops me up from the ground. I start giggling and kiss him until we arrived at his bedroom. He carried me all the way up to his bedroom.

He's so strong and hot. He gently places me on the bed, our tongues intertwine with each other. "Can I have a taste of what is underneath your lovely dress?" Jason whispers in my ear. "Yes." I reply quickly. My breathing became harder and more unsteady. "That's what I wanted to hear baby." Jason tells me silently.

He skilfully undressed me until I was naked in his bed. "God, you're perfect." He grunts. He leans closer to me. His teeth bit into my nipple and I scream, pain mixing with pleasure. He ran his tongue over my nipple to soothe the tingling pain. I squirm underneath his weight. I want him so bad that it aches between my tighs.

My hands travel from his navel downwards to stop at his belt. I quickly unleash it and open up his zipper, to release his full length. "You're penis is so long." I moan. My lips still sealed on his lips. He groans at my firm grip on his cock. "Stroke it baby." He murmurs softly between breaths. I stroke him, first softly and gentle. Afterwards I turn up the pace, grabbing him more firmly to hold my grip. "That's nice." Jason grins playfully.

"Just nice?" I ask him boldly. He smiles at me with a grin that says no good. He's up to something. He leans back to kiss my neck. When he lowers himself towards my navel I stop him. "What's wrong?" He questioned me with concern. "I uhu don't know. Nobody ever did this to me so I don't know what to do." I nervously tell him. He frowns at me. "You're going to love it Rose, that's a promise." Jason answers me sweetly. "I'll be gentle." He assures me with a small smile. I nod to encourage him to carry on.

I promised him, he could go all the way with me, but I would never thought he wanted to taste me down there. Gently he opens my legs wider apart and trails kisses on my inner tighs until his tongue darts softly over my aching clit. He sucks and licks my pussy until I screamed in extacy. This is outrageous. I can't describe this feeling, it's like I'm in heaven. My body still shocking from my climax, Jason kisses me gently.

"You taste so good Rosie." He tells me on a sincere tone. His expression isn't dark anymore. He seems relaxed and almost happy. He couldn't contain his smile towards me. It even made him more beautiful then he already was. He's perfect. "Are you Okay?" He asks me politely, his eyes searching for assurance. "I'm feeling overwhelmed, but you where perfect." I tell him, but stopped smiling when I sensed his stiffened posture.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" I tell him quickly, already missing his weight and warmt on me. "Rose I'm not perfect. I'm fucked up and no good for you. Why can't you see that!" He tells me roughly. I feel myself so weak and vulnerable now. I sit back up and straddle Jason. I don't know what I'm doing but I need to tell him the truth.

"Jason look at me." I order him firmly. He looks up at me, his cold and dark demeanor taking place again. "Stop this right now. You don't need to pretend you don't care about me. I knew it from the first moment I saw you, you would never hurt me intentionaly. You're kind and friendly, but you've a lot on your mind right now and I get it." I tell him while caressing his handsome face.

"You're wrong Rose. I don't care about you and I'm certainly not a nice person. I can't be nice in the world where I grew up. It is fucked up. It's dangerous and full of hatred. Do you want chaos my sweet, sweet Rose because I can guarantee you it will eat you up from inside." He explains me firmly. His grip around my arms tightens unconciously.

"Stop this Jason! I'm so sick of your self-hatred persona. You care about me. Stop playing games with me and yourself. We're perfect for each other, I know that now. I want you Jason Black. The whole fucked up you because you're perfect in every way." I tell him with trembling hands.

"Rose you don't know what you're saying. I'm no good for you. You deserve someone nice and good, not me. I can't offer you a stabile, safe life." He explains me on a softer tone. It's almost like he's surrendering himself to me. He no longer fights me, fight against his own feelings.

"Jason I want you, all of you. I need you." I tell him with a cracked voice. I know I sound desperate, but it's the truth. I do like him very much. He looks up at me, his fingers brushing against my cheeks. "You're so beautiful. Why do you want me. I just can't understand how you can even want me. You're pure and inocent and I'm the opposit." He tells me on a soft tone.

I don't want to talk anymore. I need to show him how I feel maybe then he will open up to me and trust me on my word.

"Shut up Jason." I tell him rudely before taking the control over his lips again.