My Guardian Angel(71)

“Arch your back, baby.” He rose up from where he sat and came up from behind me. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder. “Very nice,” he murmured, as he watched me through hooded eyes. He placed his hand on my butt cheek and began to gradually caress it. My pussy clenched the moment he started. “You like it,” he said roughly. “Look at me, Kass,” he ordered.

I looked back again and watched as Jason continued to feather my butt. He raised his hand and brought it back down, slapping my ass hard. “I love your ass,” he groaned. I felt the stinging and it was exquisite. “You like pain.” He grinned. He smacked me a few more times, each harder then the next. I arched instinctively each time.

“Fuck baby, I wish you could see what I see. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered. His voice was full of desire. I heard the sound of his jeans zipper. He then took both cheeks and held them tightly as he spread them and placed his cock in between and began to slowly rock back and forth.

“Jason,” I mewled.

“Yeah, baby.” He kept using my cheeks to stroke his cock. “Say it!” he bit out.

“Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me!” I groaned. His one hand moved down and swiped my pussy.

“Nice and wet,” he murmured as he surged inside me. I rocked forward, all the air within me escaping. “That’s it, Kass...fuck me, fuck my cock,” he said as I began to bear down and push back. He slapped me again and I yelped in pain. He moved his hand over my thigh and found my clit. “You’re dripping, baby. Goddamn it, you are so fuckin’ responsive, I love it. Your pussy was made for my cock,” he said while he gritted his teeth as he circled my clit.

“Jason!” I cried out.

“I know baby,come!” he barked.

An overwhelming flood came through me as my body convulsed. Jason continued to fuck me as I came around his throbbing cock. “God, Kassia. Your pussy is clamping down on me...Fuck!” He slapped my butt one more time then tore his cock from my pussy. I felt his hot cum spray all over my back.

Jason held onto me, trying to catch his breath.

“Kass baby, you’re fuckin’ amazing,” he said as he peppered kisses all over my backside. “Stay, I’ll get a towel to clean you up.” Jason left me and went to the kitchen. I stood up from the couch and felt Jason’s cum slowly trickle down my back. It felt erotic and carnal, like he had marked me.

“Don’t worry, I'm cleaning it up,” he said. I felt the warm dishtowel slide up my thigh and all the way up to my shoulders.

“Well, you came a lot.” I laughed.

“Of course, I'm a young virile man. You should be proud to have a piece of hot ass like me.”

I rolled my eyes and fake gagged.

He discarded the towel and made us lay down onto the couch. I pulled the duvet over us to keep us warm.

“Jason?” I asked quietly, turning to face him. “Tell me about your parents.” I wanted to know about my Jason; to know what he had lost, how I could try to make it better, to at least see if I could somehow make him happy. He threaded his fingers through my hair and slowly caressed my chin with his thumb.

“My mother was a doctor, a heart surgeon. Her name was Tessa and my father was Mike. My father was a doctor, too.” He gave me a faint smile. I reached up and began to slowly caress his face as he spoke. “They met in med school. My father apparently continued to tease her every time he saw her. I guess my old man must have liked my mom early on. In the end, they ended up together and got married. They had my brother almost right away.” He stopped and kissed my forehead.

“So, your brother was older?”

“Yeah, by twelve years. I loved him a lot. I looked up to him. He was my big, cool, older brother. But he changed when he got to his last year in high school. My parents tried to figure out why, but couldn’t. His first year in college was a disaster. That’s when my parents found out he was abusing heroin. It got a lot worse after that. They went to counseling and finally they decided to cut him out of their lives. They hit the bottom line, I guess. My mom hoped that would wake him up, but it didn’t. He kept saying they wanted me, not him. It was the drugs talking. I knew he loved me, but at that time all he could see was his need. He said he’d kill me if he ever saw me again. I got scared, but my parents told me to ignore him, that he was just on a bad trip. Everything slowly began to go back to normal. A year passed since we had seen or heard from Joey. That was his name. That was the name of my brother.” Tears began to line Jason’s eyes as he spoke. “Joey came in and I got scared. What if he came for me? That’s when I ran into the cabinet underneath the stairs.”