10. Acts of Service #3
Wrapping her fingers around the base of my shaft, she squeezes the thick girth.
The knot begins to swell under the skin, a firm bulb pushing against her grip.
She presses her thumb into the expanding tissue, teasing the sensitive spot.
She leans forward and takes me into her warm mouth.
The wet heat sends a shock of electricity straight down my spine.
Bobbing her head, she works her lips over the thick ridge with a firm, demanding suction.
The mind-blowing, eager blowjob drives me wild.
Swirling her tongue right below the head, she coaxes another rough groan from my throat.
I tangle my fingers in her damp hair, gripping the dark strands to hold her steady for several agonizing minutes. The pleasure builds fast, winding a tight coil of tension low in my gut. I want to savor her, but the friction pushes me too close to the edge.
“Get up here.” I grit my teeth, my vision blurring. “I need you.”
Jessie pulls off my dick with a wet pop.
Crawling up my thighs with feline grace, she straddles my waist and hovers over my aching erection.
She takes her time, rubbing her sensitive clit up and down the thick shaft of my cock.
The slick wetness from her core coats my skin, providing the perfect natural lube.
“You’re so wet for me.” I rest my hands on her hips, a low groan escaping my lips.
Aligning my tip with her slick entrance, she sinks down and takes my entire length in one smooth, breathtaking glide. A breathless moan escapes her lips, a sweet sound that fuels my fire.
“Fuck, Edward.” She rides me hard and fast.
Her hips snap down in a desperate, demanding rhythm.
The mattress springs squeak loudly in the quiet studio, the metal straining under our frantic pace.
Our skin slaps together, a rhythmic sound echoing off the vintage wallpaper.
I grip her hips, guiding her downstroke to ensure she takes every inch of me.
Her breasts bounce with the force of her movements, her tight nipples flushed with arousal.
Her inner walls clamp around my dick, stretching to accommodate my width.
The friction is insane. I let her dictate the frantic pace until the tension in my gut crests into a giant wave.
The thick knot at the base of my dick swells to its full size, a hard bulb aching for release.
My instincts scream to claim her, to finish the job and mark her as mine.
Taking charge, I grip her hips tightly. Rolling our bodies over in one fluid motion, I pin her back against the mattress.
I settle my weight between her spread thighs, caging her beneath me.
Now on top, I set a deep, relentless pace.
I drive my hips forward, bottoming out against her cervix with every thrust. Keeping my swollen knot outside her body requires strict mental control.
Grinding the thick base right against her sensitive outer folds with every downward thrust, the intense friction drags out her pleasure. She hovers right on the edge of a climax. Thrashing against the sheets, her fingernails dig half-moon crescents into my shoulders.
“Please, Edward!” Her voice breaks on a desperate whine. “Don’t hold back!”
The intense pressure pushes Jessie over the precipice. A devastating, full-body orgasm rips through her system. She screams my name into the quiet room, tossing her head back against the pillows. Her inner walls contract around my shaft in crushing spasms.
The crushing grip shatters my last ounce of restraint. Pushing my hips forward with force, I pop my swollen knot deep inside her tight opening. The knot locks into place, securing us together in a perfect fit.
I pump my release deep inside her core. My hips twitch with the force of the climax.
A loud groan tears from my throat as I empty myself into her heat.
I collapse against her chest, burying my face in her damp neck to catch my breath.
We lie tangled together in the silent apartment, our chests heave in unison.
I wait for the knot to deflate before easing my hips back, pulling my soft length out of her slick pussy. We skip getting dressed. We sit up right there in the unmade bed, naked and tangled in the blankets.
I slide off the mattress, walking bare across the room to the kitchen. I grab the aluminum containers from the small table. The foil lost its heat a long time ago. I carry the food back to the bed.
I sit up and press my bare back against the wall, stretching my legs out over the mattress. Jessie crawls over and settles right between my spread knees. She leans back, resting her spine flush against my chest.
I hold the foil container of garlic bread. She balances the tray of penne pasta on her lap. She stabs a piece of pasta with her plastic fork and lifts it to my mouth.
We trade bites back and forth in the quiet room.
“I owe you for tonight.” Jessie leans her head back against my collarbone. “Having you handle the front lobby kept me from losing my mind. You make a great veterinary receptionist, Edward.”
“I aim to please.” I offer her a piece of garlic bread. “Seeing you in your element gave me a huge rush. You run that clinic like a boss.”
A faint flush creeps up her neck. She sets her plastic fork down in the foil tray. “I never had someone step back and just let me work before. People always try to take over. I appreciate you trusting me.”
I press a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. Jessie sighs, melting her weight back into my solid chest. She tilts her head, accepting the affection with a soft smile. A bright spark of hope ignites in my chest that she wants to stay for good.