Page 75 of Knot Just for Show

“Then get on your knees and worship,” she purrs, feet drifting apart—her fingers spreading her pink, slick petals for me.

I don’t need to be asked twice. In the blink of an eye I’m on my knees, one of her legs braced over my shoulders so I can lap at her eager cunt as the water rains down over our naked bodies.

Ursula begins to make delicious breathy mewling sounds, my cock jumping in my hands at each tiny noise of gratification.

I can feel her leg start to wobble, her balance going as pleasure begins to take its hold of her senses.

“Here.” I ease her leg off of my shoulder and make a twirling gesture with my fingers. “Turn around—lean up against the wall,” I rumble, waiting for Ursula to face away from me—her soft white breasts pressing against the slate wall glistening with water.

It’s all I can do not to jump to my feet and slam my cock deep inside that juicy pussy—her scent, the taste of her sweet cunt still running down my chin…but we’re still so early in courting, I’ll just have to be patient.

Certainly doesn’t hurt that I’ve got her where I want her now—that plump, firm ass; one cheek in each hand as I guide her hips backward—her legs apart—so I can eat that dripping honey right from the hive.

Ursula lets out a low moan as I go back to eating her pussy.

“Ash,” she gasps as I let my tongue slip upward to tease her perfect asshole, my index and middle fingers dipping inside her.

My fingers still curled inside Ursula, stroking her g-spot, I use my thumb to start stroking her clit. She throws her head back and moans.

I’m feeling pretty confident that I’m close to making her cum—when suddenly Ursula turns around, a wild look in her eyes.

“This doesn’t seem very fair,” she huffs, her breathing laboured.

I blink, not entirely sure what she’s getting at.

To my astonishment and delight, Ursula steps around me, laying flat on the concrete floor—the drain on the far side of her.

She grins mischievously, looking at me, upside down—her hands pressing her huge breasts together as she bends her knees and spreads her legs wide.

“You can still eat my pussy while you fuck my tits, can’t you?” she challenges.

I move to her so fast, I struggle not to skin my knees.

“That’s a good boy” she commends me as I slip all 8 inches of my cock between those perfect tits. I moan loudly as I pull back and she directs my cock into her mouth.

“Fuck!” I whine as she alternates this way—tits and throat, until stars crowd the edges of my vision—and I realize I still haven’t finished my worship.

My balls are in Ursula’s mouth as she works my twitching cock in her clever hands—she can’t see me reach up—grab the secondary detachable shower head—and change the setting.

The moan she makes around my hard cock as I bring the steady stream of water to her swollen clit nearly makes me blow my load down the back of her throat.

Ursula’s fervor only increases—her cheeks hollow with suction as she attempts to siphon my soul away.

Her moans only increase in frequency and volume—my cock reverberating with pleasure as the water increases its delicious pressure.

It’s not until she begins to spasm uncontrollably—my cock slamming something solid at the back of her throat as she cums—her hand diligently milking every last drop of me into her waiting mouth as I careen after her into my orgasm.

Both Ursula and I had been so exhausted from the activities of the day that we actually luxuriated in a nap before the rest of the boys made their way home to get ready for the evening.

Once more, the five of us give Ursula her space while getting ready.

Since I had an impromptu DJ set lined up after dinner, I opted to dip into the more ‘wild’ spectrum of my travel wardrobe; landing on a black lace short-sleeved button up and a pair of well-fitted tuxedo slacks; my rhinestone loafers and diamond septum ring lending the all-black fit some much needed sparkle.

While I’m very used to being around some of the best dressed, glamorous people in the business—I’m still a bit starstruck by the rest of our pack as the gents make their way, one by one, out to join me at the mezzanine bar—the sun just beginning to set over the ocean horizon.

Mavren looks like some kind of rockstar in a pair of skin tight dark jeans, and a flowing chiffon button down printed with bright tropical florals left mostly unbuttoned, showcasing several dark ink tattoos and a single gold barbel through his right nipple.

Just beside him, Ronan shimmers in a beautiful celadon silk—the beautiful colors of the tattoos shown beneath his rolled sleeves seeming to echo Mavren’s shirt.

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