Page 86 of Knot Just for Show

“I’d like to try giving you a little prostate massage while I go down on you,” Ursula states matter-of-factly, keeping eye contact with me as she lowers onto her heels—shimmying out of her panties, rucking her skirt up over her hips—knees apart so that I can see her pink pussy dripping with slick.

I can feel my lips working, but no words come out—my eyes glued to her right index and middle fingers as she collects some of the glistening dew from her petals, that kitten tongue sweeping over her full bottom lip again.

Part of me recoils at the idea of having Ursula’s fingers inside me…but the larger, louder part of me—who wants to see what this is like—is already imagining what it would be like to have Ronan’s cock deep in my ass rather than just Ursula’s fingers.

“I can go back to what I was doing, if that’s not something you want,” she prompts me, her fingers sliding up her dripping petals to the hard bud of her clit—her eyes fluttering as she lavishes attention on the tiny bundle of nerves.

“Like I said—as long as it involves more of what you were doing.” I swallow hard, my heart hammering in my ears as Ursula lifts her slick fingers from their place between her legs.

She doesn’t need further prompting. Ursula’s mouth is on me again—her tongue swirling around my cock head as it pushes toward the back of her throat.

Her fingers are so gentle, warm and slippery with her own juices, as she begins toying with my asshole.

Without meaning to, I almost whimper as she works just the tip of her middle finger—to the first knuckle joint into my tightness. If my knot weren’t already full to bursting before, it certainly is now.

“How’s that?” she stops her sucking long enough to ask—her lips brushing against my head, glistening with saliva and pre-cum.

I don’t trust my mouth to form words right now so I just look down at her and nod fervently, a low moan escaping me as she reaches deeper, her eyes locking with mine as she takes as much of me as she can into her throat—her lips nearly touching my knot.

Ursula’s cheeks hollow, her eyes aglow like the banked embers of the fire—my hands twisted in her hair. Then, she moves her finger inside me—slippery with her slick. I feel a bolt of hot pleasure rip through me as she strokes me gently inside—my cock jumping against her soft palate—a loud sound somewhere between a moan and a growl bursting from me, unbidden.

“Oh god!” I gasp—her fingers pumping slow and deep, each glance against that sensitive place inside sending my limbs shaking—my fingers tightening their grip in Ursula’s hair—my hips bucking upward.

With one hand, she begins to grip my knot—pumping her fist over it and up my shaft, her other fingers diligently stroking ever faster.

“Fuck, Ursula—I’m gonna cum,” I manage to bite out before lurching forward—my hands fisted in her hair as she milks my prostate into her open mouth—thick ropes of cum jetting from my spasming cock across those plush, full lips.

I let out a deep groan as she shuffles off to one side of my still splayed knees, her pink tongue sweeping the opalescent seed from her lips, her thumb passing in its wake to make sure she’s gotten it all.

Ursula’s barely finished swallowing—barely finished daintily dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her fingers, when I slink liquid from my place on the outdoor couch, back into my jeans, and onto the smooth composite boards of the deckingbelow. She looks at me quizzically—her kneeling by my side, my back against the bottom of the patio furniture.

Still not trusting my mouth to form words, I jut my chin out and nod over my shoulder to the recently vacated sofa cushion just behind my head.

Ursula’s eyes widen with understanding, then she begins to snort an incredulous laugh.

“Yeah, ok, maybe with some of the other girls you dated in the bubbles…but not with me unless you have a death wish,” she laughs.

“You’re making assumptions,” I manage to growl out—my hands reaching behind me to press against the cushion in a beckoning gesture. “Plus, I’m telling you right now—if I did somehow end up dying? This is 1000% the way I want to go out.” I grin at her, crooking my finger at her in the universal sign forcome here.

“Just remember,” she sighs—hiking her skirts once more and making her way to the sofa—one knee pressing into the cushion just beside my left ear. “You asked for this!” Ursula places her other knee on the opposite side of my head—still hovering over me, unwilling to properly sit on my face.

I run my tongue along her sweet, slick petals, my lips closing around her hard, swollen clit.

“I said, sit,” I bark, using my alpha command—and she does as she’s bid—a high yelping:

“Yes, Chef!” escaping her as she fully seats my face—my mouth devouring her in earnest now.

She whines, pitchy against her ragged breaths—her hamstrings quivering and her glutes beginning to twitch as her orgasm approaches.

When Ursula cums, her thighs clamp my ears so hard that I only hear the initial wail of my name escape her lips—before all Ican hear is the muted rushing sound of the ocean trapped inside a seashell.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ronan

Though we have only been at the villa a few days, a packroutinehas begun to emerge.

Mavren and I are the earliest risers—Mavren rolling out of bed and into his running shoes or a yoga mat, me—crawling from thecovers and directly to the French press to make that sweet, sweet life giving nectar we callcoffee.

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