“Happy to oblige.”
Jason stood up again, but before he could open his pants, my hands were all over it. I undid his belt and zipper and yanked those tailored slacks down so quickly it wasn’t even funny.
I had no idea what his cock looked like, but I had a sneaking suspicion it was gorgeous. So, that’s what I pictured—long and thick and dripping just for me. Jason grabbed my legs from below and yanked my body toward him with effortless strength. Then he grabbed his dick and dragged it over my pussy in a teasing motion.
It was too much to take. I grabbed him and guided his cock into me, my walls gripping him tight and wrapping around him. Jason began pumping, propping his body up on the arms of my chair.
The sight was perfect—Jason over top of me, the city behind him. His handsome face tightened in concentration as he drove in and out of me, my legs wrapping around his hips and drawing him close.
“I want you to come for me,” he said, his tone commanding. “I want you to ask me for permission to come, and then I want to see it.”
I nodded, barely able to focus through the pleasure. My mind’s eye opened just enough to picture the sight of his thick cock disappearing into me over and over, burying itself to the hilt.
“Can…can I come?” I asked, my voice plaintive.
His eyes still on mine, he nodded.
And that was all I could take. The real-world orgasm ripped through my body, making my eyes go wide and my legs shake. The pleasure flowed through me like a hot wave, my fingers circling my clit again and again as the sensations coiled their way through my body.
Jason came along with me, his cock shooting deep inside of me, Jason grunting hard as he finished.
When the orgasm faded, I let the fantasy melt away along with it. The dream world was gone, and I was back in my bed, my fingers soaked.
Then the alarm went off, fully snapping me back into reality before I turned it off.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “That was intense.”
And wrong. Now that the itch had been scratched I realized what a bad idea it was to be thinking of Jason that way.
“Not doing that again,” I said to myself quietly. “Last distraction I need.”
But it’d been so good. So good, yet so wrong. As I hopped out of bed, I tried to talk myself down.
Total fantasy. Never going to happen and never should. So what’s the harm in pretending?
After a quick shower I dressed and was ready to start the day. I swung by Willa’s room, opening the door and flicking on the lights.
“Morning, kiddo!” I said in a chipper voice.
“M—morning.” She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“How about French toast for breakfast?”
That got her attention. “Really?”
“Really. You get dressed, and I’ll start it?”
“OK!”
Willa bounded out of bed and rushed to her closet. One way to get a kid motivated to start the day, I supposed.
Once that was taken care of, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Shauna was there, to my surprise, looking poised in a dark blue pantsuit. She sipped her coffee, going over notes at the kitchen bar.
“Morning,” she said, her tone casual.
Truth be told, I still didn’t know what to make of Shauna. She’d been friendly to me, sure, but I still didn’t know how connected she was with Jason and his criminal business.
“Good morning,” I replied, opening up the fridge and gathering the eggs and milk.