Chapter Twenty-four #2
While she snooped around, taking a gander at the work cut out for her, she waited patiently for Jessie.
She promised not to lift a finger, so she kept her investigation to what was simply out and about.
Only, about ten minutes later, she heard the heavy stomp of hooves against tile.
While his voice was kind and professional—as professional as Jessie can be—with Penny, she could hear the power in each step.
She turned in time to watch him breech the doorway.
He shut the door quietly with a considerate click behind him despite his tail flicking back and forth.
Katarina opened her smart mouth, ready to tease him again. All her bravado died on her tongue when he fished her panties out of his pocket. He hung them on the handle and locked it.
“About that payment,” he purred. His hips swung with the swagger of a man who was fully enjoying himself.
He popped the front button on his jeans open with a flick of his thumb.
Katarina’s gaze fell to his zipper that opened quickly after, his boxers barely able to contain him.
Her lips curled up on her face once more as he strutted right up to her, stopping only a breath away.
Leaning back onto the desk, she stared up at him with a singular, daring brow arched.
His hungry eyes roamed down her face to her dress. “I even scrubbed my hands for you.”
“What a gentleman,” she snorted.
“Only the best for you, baby girl. Now, put that pretty ass on my desk and let me pay you in full, huh?”
Katarina pressed her palms onto the edge of the desk.
Jessie took ahold of her dress and bunched it up around her waist as she planted her backside firmly against the hardwood.
His desk was empty save for a computer monitor and keyboard.
She’d have to praise him for his organization later.
Just the desk, cause the rest of this office needs work.
Work she was all too eager to offer in between working on her vehicle.
While that Reaper was still making her giddy, the idea of being able to contribute to the business made her feel better about butting into it. Butt into it? We bulldozed into it.
All her thoughts abruptly stopped as his fingers, rough and firm, stroked her slit.
Her eyes fluttered closed and her head fell back.
Jessie chuckled against her throat, peppering it with sweet kisses.
Despite the fact she knew that knot was heavy and he was probably deliriously horny, Jessie took his time.
Stroking her steadily till she was slicker than an oiled pan.
He finally curled his finger through her curls and tempted her clit to come out and play.
All while his mouth roamed from one side of her neck to the other.
He made sure to get a few sloppy kisses in with her lips before he was thrusting his fingers deep inside her.
His thumb kept a pressure on her clit and she saw stars.
Her thighs trembled as he curled his fingers against her walls. A nip to her jugular and Katarina was a shivering mess. He hummed against her skin. “That’s my girl. Ready to come for me yet?”
“Nu-uh.” She shook her head, chomping down on her lower lip. She lied. Straight up lied as she was a few more well-placed strokes from coating his hand in delight. But the feel of him kissing up to her ear, his heavy breathing, she was delirious with power.
Jessie nipped her ear lobe. “Please…Pretty please.”
Katarina gasped. Cold washes of pleasure ran down her body.
Nipples hard as diamonds, thighs clamped closed around his fist, toes curled, she watched fireworks go off behind her eyelids.
Jessie smiled against her cheek as he pressed a hard kiss on it.
Katarina was left trembling and gulping down air as he pulled away from her.
She almost whined. Lifting her head up to ask him where he was going, she swallowed every word.
Jessie licked his fingers clean. He stared her dead in the eyes, nothing but obsidian orbs that stole the breath in her lungs as he lapped up every drop.
A fiendish smirk curled up on his face as he hooked his belt loop with his thumbs and pushed his pants and boxers to mid-thigh.
His cock popped out like it were eager to say hello.
Dragon’s fire, yes, please. She chewed on her lower lip.
I didn’t feed from him that time…I’m not…
I’m not starving right now. Katarina flushed as he returned to between her thighs.
I’m actually pretty full. Jessie hooked his fingers around the back of her knees and angled her back onto her elbows.
I can have sex just to have sex again. It left her breathless as his full, thick cock pressed against her.
He slipped inside with ease. Warmth bloomed in her belly as she stretched around him.
She groaned, head falling back again. It’s not just that I can, it’s that I am…
I’m finally just having sex with my…boyfriend? Fuck, I don’t have a title for him.
Jessie thrust slow and shallow, easing in and she moaned.
Katarina didn’t have time to think of titles or cleverly ask the shop owner fucking her with abandon what he’d prefer she call him.
Other than just ‘mine’. She was lost to the feeling of him buried in her and the pressure of his knot against her cunt.
It grew more intense with each thrust and she was dizzy.
There would be time to ask the important questions like: Do we file jointly now?
How do we split up the mortgage? Is it bonkers to be this deep this soon?
Katarina would have time to overthink it afterward.
Jessie claimed her mouth, bringing her back up to the edge.
Their lips were tangled in a messy kiss.
Her hands wrapped around his horns and held on for dear life.
The sound of their hips meeting was muffled by the crackle of magic around them.
To her delight, the desk didn’t even budge.
Despite the grunting and back-breaking thrusts from Jessie, the furniture was unperturbed.
Katarina ended up chanting his name, forehead to forehead with him when his knot popped into place.
Both their eyes fluttered shut. His knot left her insides twisted up, on the edge of orgasm but not quite there.
His warm release spilled into her with abandon. Hips shuddering, he rode out his orgasm with erratic thrusts. Jessie was panting, stealing kisses between gulps of air, then nuzzling their faces together.
“You know…that only counts as one,” she murmured, punch drunk.
“Oh, my apologies, did you think I was done paying you?” he teased.
Her mouth moved but the oxygen required to speak escaped her.
Instead, she followed his movement as he speared a hand between them.
One to the back of her head, he eased her back till she was draped over the desk.
The other she felt as he returned to circling her needy clit.
He raked the hand from behind her head down her throat to her chest where he tugged down the front of her dress.
“We agreed on two orgasms and a pretty please, and Bonesaws always pays fair price.”
If he didn’t immediately pluck her nipple at the same time he pressed his knot just a little bit deeper into her, she would have laughed at his terrible joke.
It made her belly twist up. Butterflies and moths took up residence inside her chest, a blush burning across her face for good measure.
I don’t think it’s wrong to be this deep this soon…
when you were fucking made for me, Jessie Bonesaw.
He toyed with her clit with expertise, that knot buried in her leaving her boneless.
It only took a few playful thrusts, a brush of his thumb against her nipple, and a “that’s my girl. ”
Katarina broke for him a second time. A deliciously agonizing, unending sensation coated every inch of her body.
She was more goosebump than flesh as her walls fluttered around his knot.
It softened steadily with every clench of her body.
Jessie eased her through it, making sure not to overwork her already sensitive clit.
And when his knot softened enough to fall out of her, he leaned over her to press a tender kiss to her stomach.
“Now, once you’ve counted your fee, I can show you around the office.”
“You fucker,” she chortled breathlessly. Jessie threw his head back and the sound of his boisterous laughter was the sweetest sound she’d heard in a long time.