Plugged and Owned Ch. 04

Chapter 4 Claimed

Lamont dropped the plug into the sink with a quiet clink, his heart pounding against his ribs. He wiped his hands on the hem of his skirt, then stood for a moment, chest rising and falling, lips parted as he tried to breathe.

Jason was waiting in the living room, legs spread, beer bottle sweating in his palm, his cock still thick and slick where Lamont had just pulled his lips away.

Lamont stepped back into the room barefoot, skirt fluttering just above his thighs. Jason looked up slowly, eyes dragging over every inch of him. The possessiveness in his gaze made Lamont weak.

Jason set the beer down. Pointed at the floor between his feet.

Lamont dropped to his knees, crawling the last few feet.

Jason didn't move. Did say anything.

Lamont doing what he felt was right. He bowed his head and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jason's right foot. Then the left. Then back again. Gentle, reverent. He kissed across the arches, down to the heel, over the rough, calloused skin. The scent of sweat and leather still lingered from the day's work, made Lamont head spin.

His tongue followed next, slow and wet, tracing the length of Jason's sole, then slipping between his toes.

Jason let out a low grunt.

Sunk deeper in to the couch and flexed his toes.

Cock untouched and leaking.

Lamont moaned a, tongue working faster, cock leaking, hole still twitching open behind him.

He dragged his tongue up Jason's ankle, over his calf, wetting every inch with long, eager strokes. His lips brushed the muscle of Jason's muscular thighs. He could now smell the musk from Jasons balls. he moned and Jason spread his legs wider for him like an invitation.

Go head Girl... Jason murmured

The words hit Lamont like a jolt straight to his hole.

His cock throbbed in the cage. His knees wobbled.

He reached up, and pulled Jason's pants down slow peeling them past those thick thighs, letting them drop around his feet. Jason's cock hung heavy in front of him, already thick, and leaking.

Lamont licked higher, tongue dragging along Jason's thigh, then up to the base. He buried his nose in Jason's balls and inhaled deep musk, sweat, the heat of skin. Made him drool.

"You're hungry for it, huh?"

Lamont's voice came out low, wrecked.

"Yes, Daddy..."

Jason smirked above him, calm and in total control. He gripped the base of his cock, thick and veiny, precum already shining at the swollen head.

He caught the bead with his thumb, held it out between two fingers.

"Open."

Lamont obeyed, lips parting, tongue already waiting.

Jason smeared it across his tongue, then shoved his thumb in deep. Lamont moaned, sucking it like it was cock.

"Taste what you do to me. This dick's been hard for you all week, girl. Watching you squirm. Watching you try to be good."

"Get on my lap."

Lamont climbed up, straddling Jason's lap, ass shining with sweat, Jason's cock was now nestled between his cheeks hot and throbbing, the head leaking across his skin.

Jason grabbed Lamont's ass in both hands and squeezed hard.

"Look at this fuckin' body. Look at this pussy beggin' to get used."

Lamont whimpered as Jason's mouth found his--kissing him deep, tongue invading, claiming. Jason bit his bottom lip before pulling away.

"Reach back girl, Slide daddy in."

Lamont obeyed instantly. He reached back, grabbed Jason's thick shaft and angled it down, feeling the wet, swollen head press against his opening. He lined it up.

Jason's hand came up and gripped the back of his neck.

Lamont's thighs burned as he lowered himself slowly, inch by thick inch. His hole stretched wide, heat searing through his core. He moaned, legs shaking.

"Good girl. Let Daddy in."

He sank down slowly, thighs shaking, Jason's cock sliding in thick and steady, stretching him wide. Every inch filled him more, deeper, pressing against that spot inside his pussy that made his toes curl.

By the time their bodies met--Jason's pubes coarse against his sweaty ass--Lamont could barely breathe.

Jason's cock fit him like it was made for him, his walls gripping around it tight, clenching in waves as if his body didn't want to let go. He could feel every vein, every twitch, every drop of heat pulsing through it, stuffed so deep inside him it felt like they were fused.

Lamont's chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. He kept still, his hole fluttering around Jason's cock, adjusting to the stretch.

His fingers dug into Jason's shoulders. Not to pull away--but to grind back and forth. rubbing agents his pleasure button.

"You feel that? You feel how good your pussy's grippin' me?"

Lamont nodded, eyes glassy.

Jason slapped his ass once with his hands.

"Bounce on this dick girl."

Lamont started to move. Slow at first--lifting, lowering, hips rolling. Jason leaned back, arms draped along the top of the couch, watching him work.

"That's it. Show me how bad you want to be mine. Look at you. Pretty lil' skirt. Pussy swallowing me whole."

"Jason... fuck... Daddy...."

Jason grabbed his waist and fucked up into him, hard.

"who does this pussy belongs to."

"You, Daddy. My pussy is All yours. He sobs

Jason growled.

He stood up suddenly, Lamont clinging to him, legs around his waist. Jason walked to the wall, slammed Lamont against it, and started fucking him hard and deep, full strokes, his heavy balls slapping against Lamont's ass

Lamont's mouth dropped open, gasping, crying out.

The moan rolled up his throat, thick and shaky, unable to use words.

Gon..... na C... um

"Go head girl,....... cum on daddy's dick."

Jason growled in his ear, hips snapping hard as he long-dicked him against the wall. Lamont was folded in half, back pressed flat to the plaster, legs hooked over Jason's thick, flexed arms. His hole stretched but tight around Jason's cock, spasming from the orgasm ripping through him.

"I own this pussy," Jason growled again, voice low and commanding sweat dripping from his jaw. As he fucked Lamont threw his orgasm.

His hands were planted wide on the wall behind Lamont, holding him there like he weighed nothing. Lamont's arms were limp at his sides, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe.

His hole twitched violently around Jason's cock stretching it wide. Ass juice dripped down the insides of his thighs. His dick pulsed uselessly between them, leaking on Jason's abs.

Jason leaned in closer, still fucking him midair, cock driving up into that spot that made Lamont see stars.

"You hear me, girl? You're mine."

Lamont sobbed out a moan, body jerking as another orgasm rolled through him--louder, messier, legs shaking around Jason's arms.

He fucked him in the hallway. On the stairs. On the bed. On his back, his side, folded in half. Lamont screamed into a pillow, clawed at the sheets, begged and sobbed through three orgasms, his whole body convulsing around Jason's cock.

Jason came once deep inside him, then again ten minutes later burying himself to the hilt as he pumped Lamont full.

He pulled out, cock soaked, balls tight, stroking himself slowly over Lamont's face.

"Open up, girl."

Lamont's eyes fluttered. He opened his mouth.

Jason grunted, jerking his cock until the third load exploded across Lamont's cheek, chin, lips, tongue.

"Fucking slut."

Jason smiled down at him.

Look at you

He rubbed the head of his cock across Lamont's face, gathering up the mess and feeding it to him inch by inch.

Good girl.

Lamont moaned as he obeyed, face covered, body shaking his hole pulsing, stretched, slick, dripping with Jason's seed.

They collapsed in silence. Jason leaned back, chest heaving, his big hand rubbing Lamont's soaked thighs. As Lamont laid on his chest. Floating in pure bliss.