Chapter Four

Jasmine





“Answer my question, Jasmine,” John growls as he shuts the door behind him and locks it. “How many?”

Leaving my expression blank, I turn toward him and throw my bookbag in the corner, “Enough to know that you’re full of crap about the size of your dick. You’re no where near as big as your hinting at.” I arch a brow at him, “Or is this like when a man tells you about the last fish he caught?”

His dark eyes burn into me, and he smirks, “You’re comparing my dick to a fish?” His head tilts slightly, “I think you just want to see the size of my cock for yourself.”

He takes a step closer, and I squeeze my thighs together. Of course I want to see his cock. I’ve had dreams about it. I’ve fantasized about it. I’ve thought of how it would feel as he thrusts into me. Hell, I’ve rubbed myself to climax while I’ve imagined him fucking me with it.

I shrug as if it doesn’t matter, “I just doubt you’re any bigger than Conner’s picture.” I suck in a breath as he moves closer, the heat in his eyes almost burning with its intensity. Maybe poking at the bear wasn’t such a great idea.

It’s not that I think John would ever hurt me. I know without a doubt he’d never raise a hand to me. But that hot burning look in his eyes is fierce, possessive, and…hungry. I’ve never seen that look on his face before.

His jaw clenches tighter at the sound of Conner’s name on my lips and I swear I see a flash of jealousy there too. I pause, searching his eyes. It’s buried, but it’s there, flickering in his dark gaze.

I seriously doubt that jealousy is going to push him into whipping his dick out for me to see though. I’m surprised he’s taken it this far, but I can see how riled up he is and to be honest, it’s kind of fun to tease him.

“On your knees, little girl.” He says, his voice rough and commanding.

“What?” I’m so shocked that my voice is barely audible, but my pulse is pounding through my veins, heating me from the inside out. My core clenches eagerly and I feel wetness gather between my thighs.

I couldn’t have heard him right.

He gives me a hard, commanding look, the same look I’ve seen numerous times when he’s had enough. “You heard me. Do you want to see how big my cock is? Get. On. Your. Knees.”

Without question, I drop to my knees in front of him and tilt my head up so I can meet his gaze. I’m very aware of the submissive position I’ve put myself in and it has my body heating even more. Although I’d never admit it, I love it when he takes control. So much so that I just know I’m soaking through my panties.

Oh, fuck. He’s really going to do it.

The knowledge of what’s about to happen hits me and my breath hitches in my chest before coming out in quick little pants.

His head tilts to the side when he sees the eagerness on my face, and a knowing smile lifts his lips, “You like being on your knees in front of me, don’t you, baby girl?”

One of his hands reaches out to cup my jaw, his thumb skimming over my bottom lip slowly. Without conscious thought, my lips part at his touch and my tongue darts out to taste him. When he doesn’t pull back, I do it again, slowly running my tongue over his rough skin.

My heartbeat jumps in my chest when his jaw tightens. He looks absolutely formidable as he looks down at me with his dark piercing eyes.

Black hair, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and muscles like a Greek God. It’s no wonder why the female population stops and stares at him. He’s the perfect male specimen.

Slowly, he presses his thumb between my lips, and I can’t resist the urge to run my tongue over him and suck him deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck, Jasmine.” His words are a curse and a moan all wrapped up in one and I grow bolder knowing I have that effect on him. I nip his finger with my teeth, and he pulls free of my mouth before lowering his hand to his waistband. Yanking his belt free, he unbuttons and unzips his pants.

Does he want me to suck him off? My mouth salivates as I think about it. I’ve never done anything like that before, but I’d like to. The thought of being able to taste him has my core clenching again, tighter this time.

Slowly, he pulls his cock out of his pants and my eyes widen at the size of him.

Oh my God.

He’s big. Way big. I’m guessing at least twice the size of the dick pic that Conner sent me. His cock is long and thick with veins pulsing just under the skin.

And he’s rock hard.

I don’t know how I’m going to fit him into my mouth, but I want to try. I lick my suddenly dry lips. Oh, how I want to try.

He chuckles at my wide eye look, “Still think your little boy toy is big?”

I shake my head, unable to speak. Conner was nothing next to John.

“So, answer my question, how many dicks have you seen like this?”

I’m too stunned to lie. Instead, I swallow hard, “Not counting pictures and the internet? Just yours.” My words come out soft and raspy as I lift my eyes to his.

He stills and searches my face “You’ve never seen a cock this close before?”

I shake my head slowly, my eyes never leaving his.

Reaching out he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip again, “You’ve never had one in your mouth?”

Again, I shake my head.

“You’ve never had one fuck that tight little pussy?” His words are tight and rough as he watches me.

I hesitate, then slowly, I shake my head again.

God, he’s going to think I’m such a kid. Why the hell would he want me when he could have a woman who knows what the hell she’s doing?

“Fuck,” he groans, his hand wrapping around his length as he begins to rub up and down his shaft.

“You like that I’m a virgin?” I ask tentatively, unsure of myself.

“Fuck yes, I like that you’re untouched. No man in his right mind wouldn’t like that.” John growls as he strokes himself again.

I watch, mesmerized. I’ve never watched a man stroke himself before, and it’s sexy as hell the way his fist slides up and down the smooth skin. My eyes widen as precum beads at the top and all I want to do is taste it.

Not letting myself hold back, I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the head of his cock, catching the bead of salty come. I start to sit back so I can continue to watch, but before I can move I feel John’s fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place.

“You want a taste, sweetheart?” He growls softly. “Go ahead, taste me.”

I hesitate for just a second before slowly running my tongue over the swollen head of his cock again. I hear him pull in a sharp breath and I glance up, meeting his gaze with wide eyes.

He likes this.

That knowledge fills my mind, and I can’t help running my tongue over the under shaft of his cock as my gaze stays locked with his. His eyes are burning into mine, but I know what that burn is now. It’s need, desire, lust. All of those feelings are churning in the depths of his eyes just as I’m sure they are in mine.

Cursing under his breath, his fingers tighten in my hair, and he pulls me closer. I go willingly, sucking the tip of his cock into my mouth and rubbing my tongue over his smooth, heated flesh.

When another drop of precum falls on my tongue I groan at the rich salty taste. God, he tastes good. I suck softly on the tip, trying to pull more out of him.

“Fuck, baby.” I glance up again and catch his gaze as I suck harder. “Your sweet fucking mouth is perfect.” His voice is strained, as if he’s barely keeping himself under control and I feel the urge to break that control.

I pull back slowly, letting him fall from my lips, “Is this what you wanted, Uncle John? Do you like seeing me on my knees with your big cock in my mouth?”

His jaw tightens as he watches my mouth open to take him in again. This time I take him deeper, almost to the back of my throat. I swirl my tongue over the head, catching another drop of precum and I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips.

“What I want, baby girl is to be deep inside that sweet little pussy. And I’m going to get it, aren’t I? You love this big cock, don’t you?”

My core clenches again and I practically purr at the thought of him pounding inside of me. I want that. How many times have I imagined him being the one to take my V-card. How many times have I come moaning his name?

My eyes fly to his when I hear footsteps outside the door. Heavy footsteps. It has to be my Dad. I should pull away and stop what I’m doing but I only suck him harder. I don’t want to stop. If I stop, this will end, and I don’t want it to end.

“Yo, John! When you’re finished in there with Jasmine meet me outside. I need to talk with you.”

John’s eyes never leave mine, but his hands hold my head still as he rocks into my mouth, “I’ll be there in a few.”

As the heavy footfalls move back down the hallway, he tilts my chin a little higher and presses farther inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I force the muscles there to relax and let him in.

Slowly, he does it again, then he growls softly. “Fuck, sweetheart. You can take me and not gag? Let’s see if you can take all of me.”

He slowly pulls back, “Take a deep breath.”

I do and he slides back in and keeps sliding in until I feel him stretching my throat. Reflexively, I swallow around the head of his cock.

“Son of a bitch!” He growls deeply, his voice raw, “Again.”

I watch his face, loving the fact that I’m making him lose control. I know he’s going to come like this, I can see it in his eyes. And I want it. I want to feel him explode in my mouth almost as much as I want to feel him pound inside of me.

When he thrusts into my mouth again, I lean closer until my lips are wrapped around the base of his cock. Then I swallow multiple times, feeling my throat squeeze his cock tightly before releasing it. He curses and pulls back.

“No fucking gag reflexes. Baby girl, we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He thrusts in and out of my mouth slowly and I swirl my tongue over his tip, “You’re going to swallow every drop of Daddy’s cum, aren’t you, baby?”

My insides turn molten hot at his words. Taboo and dirty as hell, John’s Daddy kink has my pussy throbbing.

I pull back slightly, “I want your come, Daddy.”

He stills then reaching out to cup my jaw, “And baby girl is going to get it. Put your hands on my thighs and tap my leg if you need a breath.”

I do as he says, and he thrusts into my mouth, harder than before. I feel him slip into my throat and I swallow. Another thrust and I do the same. His hands tighten in my hair, and he begins to move my head in time with his thrusts, fucking my mouth faster.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he growls when I repeat the motion. “Swallow it. Show me you want my cock.”

He was fucking my mouth harder now, my lips stretched so wide they felt bruised, but I loved the feeling, loved watching the lust that crossed his face each time my throat caressed the head of his cock. He pushed deeper, as far as he could go, groaning as his cock grew harder.

“I’m going to come now, baby. I’m going to come in your hot little mouth just like I’m going to come deep in that tight little pussy.” He growls the words softly, his pace quickening. I swallow repeatedly around the cock stretching my throat, wanting desperately to have him fill my mouth. I suck harder when I feel his cock expanding and growing even stiffer. “Take a deep breath, baby girl.”

I do and he thrusts deep, holding himself there as his abdominal muscles clench and then I feel his cock begin to pulse. Thick, hot liquid spurts against the back of my throat and I moan in pleasure at the salty taste that fills my mouth.

“Fuck!” His voice isn’t as quiet as it should be, and I wonder if Mom or Dad will come back to see what’s going on. At this point, I wouldn’t stop if they were beating down the door. I swallow again, my throat milking his hard shaft for every salty spurt that erupts from him.

His thrusts slow and I pull back, licking him clean as I go. He shudders and strokes my cheek.

“God, Jasmine. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls softly. His eyes burn into mine. “Stand up, baby.”

I pull myself to my feet, my breathing ragged. I’ve never been this turned on before. I can feel my core clenching and wetness coating my thighs.

Grasping the waistband of my leggings he pulls them down along with my underwear and embarrassment floods my cheeks when I see my soaked panties pool at my feet.

“You’re so wet for me.” His hand slides back up my thigh and runs over my smooth mound until his fingers brush against my swollen clit. The pleasure is so sharp I reach out and grab his arms to steady myself.

John leans closer, nuzzling my neck before he presses his lips to my ear, “Call me Daddy again,” he says softly, “Tell Daddy how badly you need to come.”

I grip him tighter, hoping he’ll touch me. Hoping he’ll lay me across my bed and take me, “Please make me come, Daddy.”

I’m needy and desperate. My body is aching so badly it’s almost painful and I need him to make me come. “It hurts, Daddy. Please make me come.”

His fingers slowly circle my clit then dip lower to trace my opening, “And you’re going to let me stretch this tight little pussy of yours, aren’t you? You’re going to let me fuck you, over and over again.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moan and bite my lip, “I want you to fuck me.”

He nips at my neck then runs his tongue slowly over the sting, “Only me.”            

His tone is possessive and demanding and I feel myself grow even wetter, “Yes, Daddy, only you.”

He slides his finger inside of me and I feel my tender flesh stretch at the intrusion. Gasping, I rock my hips closer. “So fucking tight. Fuck, this little pussy is going to strangle my cock.”

I moan when he pulls his finger free and circles my clit again. The pleasure of his touch is better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Covering my mouth with his he plunges his tongue between my lips just as he pinches my clit, and my body explodes. Shudders race through me, my muscles clamping down around his fingers as he pushes them back inside. The intrusion stretches out my orgasm until I’m shaking.

I pull my mouth from his only to find myself begging, “Oh god! More, Daddy, please!”

I’m pleading and I know it, but I don’t care. I need him thrusting inside of me.

John gives me exactly what I need. He pushes his fingers so deep I feel the sharp burn straight to my toes, but even then, my hips grind down on his hand, coating him with my release.

“That’s it, baby girl, come for Daddy.” His mouth slides over mine again, this time slowly, teasingly. He nips at my lower lip as the last wave of shudders pass through my body.

Slowly, he leans down to pull my panties and leggings back up, gently running his hand over my rounded ass. I lean against my desk for support, completely shattered after the intense orgasm I just had. I know, after that, no boy my age is ever going to make me come like John just did. And I know that this is only the beginning.

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