Chapter 63 No one can be like you

Chapter 63 No one can be like you
Kattie

"Come here," I ordered, and he did, closing the distance until he was inches away. I reached out, tracing a finger down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart. 

My hand drifted lower, over the ridges of his abs, until I cupped his balls, heavy and full in my palm. He inhaled sharply, but didn't move.

"You look just like him," I murmured, more to myself than to him. My thumb brushed the underside of his shaft, feeling it twitch. "Jesse. My Jesse." The words slipped out, and for a moment, reality blurred. I closed my eyes, picturing Jesse's messy hair, the way he'd grab my waist and pull me close. But when I opened them, it was this man, this consort, staring back with eyes full of desire.

I squeezed his balls gently, then stroked up his length, wrapping my fingers around the hot, velvety skin. He was so hard, pulsing in my grip. Pre-cum smeared over my knuckles as I pumped him slowly. "I want you to fuck me," I said, my voice trembling with need. "Rough. Deep. Make me forget everything but you. But you're him tonight. You're Jesse."

He nodded, his breath coming faster. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent heat pooling between my legs. I released his cock and untied my robe, letting it fall open. My body was bare underneath, my breasts heaving with each breath, nipples erect and aching. His gaze raked over me, hungry, appreciative.

I pushed him back toward the bed, the massive four-poster with its silk sheets. He sat on the edge, and I straddled his lap, grinding my wet pussy against his thigh. The friction made me gasp, my clit throbbing as I rocked against him. His hands came up to my hips, gripping firmly, but he waited for my lead.

"Touch me," I demanded, guiding one of his hands to my breast. His palm covered it, thumb circling my nipple until I moaned. The other hand slid between us, fingers finding my slick folds. He parted them, stroking my clit with expert precision. Fuck, he was good. 

I leaned in, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. His mouth was warm, tongue sliding against mine as I devoured him. I tasted salt and desire, my hips bucking against his hand. Two fingers plunged into my pussy, curling just right, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Yes, like that," I panted into his mouth. "Fuck me with your fingers, Jesse."

He pumped them deeper, his thumb pressing my clit in circles. My juices coated his hand, dripping down his wrist. I broke the kiss, nipping at his jaw, his neck, marking him as mine for the night. My consort groaned, his cock trapped between us, smearing pre-cum on my belly.

I couldn't wait anymore. I lifted my hips, positioning his cock at my entrance. The head nudged my folds, hot and insistent. With a slow descent, I sank down onto him, inch by thick inch stretching me wide. 

"Fuck," I whimpered, bottoming out, my ass resting on his thighs. He was all the way in, pulsing against my walls. I rolled my hips, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. His hands tightened on my hips, helping me rise and fall. Up and down, the slick sounds of our joining filling the room.

"Harder," I gasped, riding him faster. His thrusts met mine, slamming up into me. Each impact sent jolts of pleasure through my body, my breasts bouncing with the rhythm. I braced my hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "Call my name out.”

"Kattie," he growled, his voice rough with lust. I lost myself in it, in the way his cock dragged along my inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his beautiful face contorted in ecstasy.

I leaned back, changing the angle, letting him hit deeper. His hand moved to my clit again, rubbing furiously as I bounced on his dick. The pressure built, coiling tight in my core. "I'm close," I moaned. "Make me cum, Jesse. Fill me up."

He thrust harder, his balls slapping against my ass. The bed creaked under us, the room echoing with our moans. My pussy clenched around him, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, shuddering as pleasure ripped through me, my juices soaking his cock.

He didn't stop, pounding through my climax, drawing it out until I was limp and gasping. Then, with a guttural groan, he followed, his cock swelling inside me. Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, marking me from the inside. I collapsed against his chest, feeling his heart race against mine.

For a moment, we stayed like that, connected, breathing heavy. But as the haze cleared, the illusion cracked. He wasn't Jesse. No one was. But for tonight, it was enough. I lifted my head, kissing his beautiful face softly. "Again," I whispered. "I need more."

He smiled, that perfect, Jesse-like smile, and flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. His cock, still semi-hard, twitched inside me. "As you wish, Kattie," he said, and began to move again.