Precious (Justin Bieber as Jason McCann)

Chapter 18 - Differences

“Who said that I was a good girl?” I smirked back, drawing circles on his bare chest.

“You actually did. Yesterday,” He laughed, laying his hands on my thighs.

“I was lying. Bad girls do that,” I said making one of his famous winks. He laughed at me.

“You’re a cutie,” He chuckled, pulling me down to his lips.

“No I’m not!” I said with firmness. He was not going to win this one.

“You want to be a bad girl, huh?” He growled, laying his hands on my butt. I gasped in surprise, making him smirk. God, he’s so annoying!

“I said bad, not a slut,” I mumbled, straighten myself up. I crossed my arms, looking down at him. He stared back at me. His eyes slowly softened and he smiled at me.

Caressing my inner thighs with his thumbs, he formed his lips into a kiss.

I snorted at him.

“I know you want it,” He sang teasingly.

“No I don’t,” I sang back. God why was he so attractive? Why was I so weak when I was with him?

With a strained sigh he got us flipped around, so he was the one who was sitting on top of me.

“Jason!” I giggled in a scream, as he pressed his lips down to mine.

“You kiss taste kiss so kiss good,” Jason whispered in between the kisses he placed all over my face.

Giggling, I playfully pushed him away.

“You tell every girl that?” I smirked, rubbing his earlobes.

“Woah, you are a bad girl,” He mumbled, looking kind of hurt.

“I didn’t meant it that way,” I sighed, stroking his cheek with my fit. It was surprisingly soft.

He lifted his eyebrows at me. I did the same. We sat there, staring at each other like kids. He was really stubborn, he really was. But he didn’t give up. That's one of the things I liked about him.

“I’m hungry,” I mumbled, drawing a finger along his stache.

“Don’t look at me, I suck at cooking,” He chuckled.

I draw my finger down his face, and down to his lips. Drawing my index finger along his red lips, he gently bit in it. I slightly moaned by the turn on, but why was he going to be the only one who could play this game? ‘Cause he wasn’t.

Bending down to his ear, I slowly licked his earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

“Mm papi,” I quietly moaned into his ear, placing kisses around his ear.

“Christine don’t,” He groaned, laying his hands on my lower back.

“Okay, if you insist,” I giggled, moving myself away, standing up from the bed.

“You’re such a tease,” Jason mumbled following me.

Jason’s P.O.V

 Giggling, she opened her closet, opening some of the drawers.

I was standing behind her with my arms around her. Shit, I wouldn’t mind fucking her right now. I couldn’t complain about the way she looked from behind either. She was so perfect, so fine. Like a porcelain doll, you always are afraid of breaking because it is so damn frail. Her ass also had that perfect shape; little, tight and round, just as I liked it. I had an irresistible urge to just grab it, squeeze it, feel it. Feel myself inside of it. It was becoming too much for me. I could feel I was about to get an erection; I was about to go nuts. Not because it would be awkward, ‘cause hey, it’s pretty natural to get an erection when you’re cuddling with your girl. It was the fact that I couldn’t do anything about it. Usually when I got a boner I would find some easy hoe, and fuck her. But I couldn’t do that now. Not now when I had Christine. I could defiantly not do it to her. I don’t know if she’s a virgin, but it would be to rough for her anyway. But maybe she wouldn’t notice if I just rubbed my bulge against her? Just for a second or two? Maybe she would notice, but she wouldn’t care. No, don’t do it Jason. But I just can’t… Painfully slowly I leaned my lower parts a little forward, and rubbed it against her ass. I think she thought I was just looking down in one of the drawers or something like that, because she didn’t said anything about it. Shit it felt good. Even though it only lasted a few seconds.