Page 97 of Follow the Rhythm
Jess whimpered, cutting the sound short as usual. She chugged the glass of water I’d left for her, as if suddenly parched.Her perfume was spiraling higher, and I could feel the heat coming off her.
“Do you like that? Thinking about a pack that wants to spend every day taking care of you, worshipping you?”
She laughed, then turned in my lap to face me. “I actually think I like you saying I have agency over my own life a little more.”
“Anytime, love,” I said with a smile.
She kissed me, her arms looped around my neck. Her ass was soft and full in my lap, grinding gently on my cock, which was already hard thanks to her perfume.
“How about that bath?” I asked against her lips.
Steam filled the bathroom. I’d had an extra-large tub installed when I moved in, and little Jess looked adrift in it. She was thinner than the last time I’d seen all of her beautiful curves, but her breasts were still as full as I remembered.
“Can you please get in here with me now? I’m losing my mind,” she said, her cheeks flushed.
I stripped quickly and climbed in with her. She settled back in my lap, her ass cradling my cock, and leaned against my chest. She exhaled slowly.
“Better?” I asked.
“Almost,” she said, and guided my hand to her pussy.
Even in the water, I could tell how wet she was. I drew a finger through her slit, gathering some of her slick, and she whimpered in response. I suppressed a growl.
I slid one finger inside her, and she clenched greedily on me. My cock jerked beneath her ass as I brushed my thumb against her swollen clit.
“Yes,” she moaned. “More.”
I thrust my finger into her and added a second. She rocked her hips, drawing my fingers deeper. I stroked her clit, then pressed down and ground it in a slow circle.
“Fuck, Kieran.” She gasped when I curled my fingers inside her. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet,” I growled. I added a third finger, stretching her gently. She moaned again, loud and long, gripping my wrist to fuck herself on my hand.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she panted. “Please. I need you. I missed you so much.”
I groaned. How could I say no to that?
I let her turn in my lap until we were face-to-face. She guided my cock to her entrance, and even the touch of her hand was enough to make me buck my hips. I tried to stay still as she sank onto me, but I couldn’t help a few small thrusts. Her pussy was already milking me, searching for my knot.
Jess gripped my chest, staring into my eyes, her mouth a perfect O. “Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my fucking god, how did I forget how huge you are?”
“Jess,” I rasped, her name a warning of how close to the edge I already was.
We settled into a tempo that drew me slowly deeper into her as she rocked on me. Her face was more flushed than ever, her eyes closed in concentration.
“Look at me, love.” I cradled her jaw. Her eyes fluttered open. “I want you to imagine Charlie is here too, watching us.”
“Oh, fuck,” she said, looking almost pained as she rocked faster on me.
“Would you want to suck his cock while I fucked you?” I jerked my hips up to meet her. The base of my knot brushed her entrance.
She moaned incoherently, panting and nodding.
“What if he fucked your ass while I filled your sweet pussy?” I growled.
She cried out and slammed down on my knot, locking us together. Lightning flashed up my spine, and I thrust my hips once more before tumbling over the edge with her. She was gripping my shoulders, her head thrown back in a silent scream, her legs gripping my hips. After what felt like an eternity of my cock pulsing inside her, she collapsed on my chest.
“Too good,” she panted into my skin.
