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She shakes her head. “I won’t change my mind.”
I could easily strip her naked and fuck her raw without a second thought. I could bend her over and rut into her until she’s screaming my name, force my knot inside her until her eyes well with tears.
But that’s not what I want.
There’s something so soft and delicate about her–it makes being rough impossible. I want to take care of her, to worship every inch of her beautiful body and carefully make her come apart as many times as I can. I want her to enjoy every second of me fucking her, loving her the way her ex never could.
This is about much more than losing myself in a tight cunt, which I’ve had ample opportunities for and turned down because they didn’t appeal to me the way Jessa does. She has every part of me wrapped around her finger, and she has no idea.
If she tells me to jump, I’ll ask how high.
If she says fuck her, I will, until she begs me to stop.
If this is the only opportunity I ever have to be inside her, I’m not rushing a fucking second.
I drop to my knees before her, undoing her pants and dragging them down her flawless, porcelain legs. I let her use my shoulder to stabilize herself as she steps out of them before I turn my attention to her lacy lavender panties. Her cheeks are beat red when I glance up, possibly from embarrassment, and I plant a kiss at her hip as I drag her panties down, tossing them aside with the other discarded clothes.
When I stand again, taking in her stunning, naked form before me, the air seizes in my lungs. She’s flawless, much too perfect for me. Designations aside, she feels out of my league.
Reality is a punch to the gut. It might be the age difference weighing against my conscience, reminding me she could have her pick of younger alphas, but she’s herewith me. Obviously, there’s something she sees in this old man that sparks desire, and who am I to deny her what she wants?
I’d give her the world if she asked, but I know she never will. She’s too proud, too independent.
My thoughts cut off abruptly as she reaches for my chest and starts unbuttoning my shirt. The way her fingers trail down my body sends blood racing to my cock, and it presses hard against the zipper, eager to break free. I might want to take things slow, but the steady throb in my knot begs me to speed up, to rip my clothes off and fuck her into the shower wall.
A growl erupts in my chest, and I strip off my shirt a second later as her thin fingers work away at my belt buckle. It’s agonizing, my cock weeping into the material restraining it, and when it finally bobs free, it’s standing firmly at attention. The knot at the base is swollen, begging to be buried inside any part of her, and Jessa is staring at it with wide eyes.
She looks up, her mouth open like she wants to say something, but my self-control snaps. I lean to kiss her again, walking her backward into the shower stall. The glass is foggy, the space full of steam, but the hot water only adds to the heat rolling through me, making my thoughts hazy.
I press her against the tile wall, my hard cock squeezed between us, and it’s all I can do not to lift her up and bury myself inside her.
Bathe… Need to…
My mind is a mess, but I grab the new loofa I opened this morning and pour a liberal amount of soap on it, knowing that if I don’t hurry up and wash us, I’m not going to have a chance. I run the sponge over her body, and she spins to give me access to her back. I nearly lose my cool as I run it over the curve of her ass and between her thighs, kissing my way back up her back.
I scrub myself quickly, the suds rushing down my front. As I step into the stream of water to rinse off, Jessa’s eyes slide down my chest, lowering until they land on my cock, which is still rock hard. There’s no hiding my desire at this point, and the way one corner of her mouth tips upward tells me she didn’t expect any different.
Before I can even hang up the loofa, she wraps her fingers around my shaft, just above my knot. She slides her hand toward the head slowly, and the delicate touch has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Fuck,” I hiss out between my teeth, my knot clenching, balls drawing up toward my body. It’s been far too long since I’ve gotten laid, and my reaction to her touch is more than proof.
I need to be inside her.Now.
She slides her hand back down just as slowly, watching for any reaction, and I can tell she’s enjoying herself. I throw the sponge aside, planting my hands against the tile on either side of her head and letting her work me in her hand.
“That feels incredible,” I say, pressing my mouth against hers as she picks up speed. “But I bet it would feel better with your lips around it. What do you think?”
If I expect even a second of hesitation before she slips down to her knees in front of me, I’m in for a surprise. She looks up at me from the floor of the shower, eagerness glinting in her eyes before taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me in further, sucking me deep.
Any shred of hesitation I had when she showed up at my house disappears, and my reluctance evaporates. It’s clear she knows what she wants just as much as I do, and it feels too natural when my hand comes up behind her head and urges her to suck me faster.
“Just like that,” I encourage, watching as she takes even more of me into her throat, her lips brushing against my knot and making me shudder. “Good girl. Suck me harder, babydoll.”
She obliges, and I nearly lose it, fighting off the urge to come down her throat. As glorious as it would be to watch her swallow me down, drinking every drop of my seed, the only place I want to come is inside her tight, warm pussy.
With my free hand, I turn off the water, and the sound of her mouth working around me hits my ears, causing the growl in my chest to rise again. My alpha nature is fighting hard to take control, to abandon the tiny bit of self-restraint I’ve fought to cling to. If Jessa spends another second on her knees, my instincts might just win out.
