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When you've swallowed the last of him, he pulls you up into his lap, kissing you slow and searing - like he can't taste himself on your lips. One calloused hand gently yet firmly grips the back of your neck, holding your head steady as he claims your mouth. Your hands are cuffed in front of you in snug red leather.
You feel cream dripping out of you, and let out a whine of embarrassment, but don't dare move. Pulling back, the Outlaw looks you up and down, his eyes following the trail of wine-dark bruises he's sucked into the base of your neck, the hollows framed by your clavicles, all the way down your torso. "You look gorgeous like this, [your name]...wearin' my marks, so wet for me I can fuckin' taste it in the air."
Leaning back on the couch, Jason eyes you from beneath mostly-dark bangs and thick black eyelashes, searching. Even though he smirks, his voice is warm and earnest when he says, "You've been real good for me - so what does my baby want for their birthday? How can I spoil you, tonight, hm?”
"Sir, I told you..." You can't help but look a little offended, pouting. "Don't be gentle with me - I like it when you're rough."
He lets out a long-suffering sigh, but cracks a tired smile. "Okay, sweetheart. Thuddy or stingy?”
“Both, please. I don't want to be able to sit tomorrow without knowing who I belong to, Sir.”
“...Don't you have work tomorrow, [your name]?” The big brunette asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, from home.” You point out, cuffed hands clasped as if in prayer. “Please? I'll even edge all day, until you get home, if you want…”
Jason closes his hands over yours, laughing softly. “Goddamnit, you know I can't say no when you get like this - all needy an’ polite while you're drippin’ on my lap. Fine, you can have both - but tomorrow, I'm gonna’ eat you out until you forget your own name.”
When you open your mouth to protest, he holds up a finger and clarifies, “For my pleasure, not yours, baby. Don't worry, I'm not getting soft on you - I just like how sweet you taste.”
A wicked gleam in his eye, he adds, “Especially once you get ten or so deep, an’ start squirming. That's how I know I've ruined you for anyone else, that you're really all mine.”