Tessa doesn't take no for an answer

Her eyes drift shut, her body sinking lax against the sheets as the rain patters softly on the window. I pull the blanket over her shoulders gently. Her freckles catch the faint streetlamp glow filtering through the blinds, and her chest rises and falls evenly. She's out cold.

A click echoes from the front door, the latch turning quietly. My pulse jumps. It's Tessa.

I slip from the bed silently, my feet padding across the cool hardwood. I tug on my boxers swiftly. The bedroom door shuts behind me with a whisper, leaving the living room dark except for the muted blue glow from the TV.

There she stands, back turned at first, hunched by the door in a translucent crop top plastered to her skin and a soaked microskirt that clings to her round ass like a second skin. Her messy bun loosens, dark strands curling damp at her neck. Her shoulders tremble visibly. She turns slowly, her olive skin paling under the flickering light. Full lips part, eyes wide with haunted dread and raw hunger. Her nipples stand visible and hard through the sheer, wet fabric.

"You're back." My voice stays low and steady. I lean against the wall, arms crossed loosely. The charisma surges effortlessly—no app required.

She nods sharply, fingers twisting the hem of her crop top. "I tried fighting it. All day. But the pull..." A shiver racks her body. She steps closer, thighs squeezing together tightly beneath the microskirt, her slick entrance outlined faintly against the clinging fabric. "Every night until I make you cum. The oath." Her gaze drops to my boxers, tracing the outline. She swallows heavily. "Please. Let me try again."

Rain drums impatiently on the glass. I tilt my head, letting silence build. Her breath catches ragged. Nipples strain visibly against the translucent top. Her thighs shift restlessly, the microskirt riding up to bare more of her juicy curves.

"On your knees." The words carry the natural surge. She drops quickly. The wet microskirt rustles as she yanks my boxers down. My cock springs free, heavy and half-hard. Her hands grip the base tentatively, palms stroking slowly.

Her eyes lift to mine, pleading raw. "I need this. Need to succeed." Her tongue darts out, wetting her full lips. Her breath ghosts hot over the head.Her lips part wider, enveloping the head in wet heat. She sucks tentatively at first, tongue swirling slow circles around the ridge. Salty precum beads on her tongue, and she hums low, the vibration shooting straight to my core. Her hands pump the base rhythmically, fingers slick from her own dripping need.

I thread my fingers through her damp bun, loosening it fully. Dark waves cascade over her shoulders, sticking to her olive skin. "Deeper," I murmur, voice laced with that effortless surge. She obeys instantly, cheeks hollowing as she takes half my length. Gags softly but pushes on, throat fluttering around the intrusion.

Rain sheets the window, muffling her wet slurps. Her thighs rub together desperately under the microskirt, the fabric dark with her arousal. Nipples poke hard through the translucent crop top, begging for attention. I ignore them, letting her hunger build. Her eyes water, locking on mine—pleading, haunted, addicted.

She bobs faster now, saliva trailing down my shaft. One hand cups my balls gently, rolling them. The other twists at the base, stroking what her mouth can't reach. Pressure coils low, but I hold back. This isn't about release yet. It's control.

"Strip," I command softly. She pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. Fingers fumble the crop top up and over, freeing her B-cups. They bounce free, dark nipples peaked tight. The microskirt peels away next, revealing her bare pussy—swollen, glistening, thighs slick.

Naked, she dives back in eagerly. Full lips stretch wide, throat relaxing as she forces deeper. Nose brushes my pubes this time. She moans around me, the sound muffled and needy. Her free hand dives between her legs, fingers circling her clit frantic.

I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding the pace. Thrust shallow into her mouth. Her gag reflex twitches but weakens, submission deepening. Tears streak her cheeks, mixing with rain from her hair. Body trembles on the edge, fingers plunging now.

"Not yet." I pull her off sharply, cock glistening with her spit. She whines, lips swollen and red. "Stand." She rises on shaky legs, ass pressing back against the door instinctively. I step close, cock nestling between her thick thighs. Precum smears her folds, teasing without entering.

"The oath holds. Return tomorrow. Wetter. Hungrier." My hand cups her mound possessive, thumb grazing her clit once. She bucks, soaking my palm. "Edge yourself tonight. No release."

She nods frantically, eyes glazed. "Yes. Every night. Until I succeed." Her voice cracks, raw desperation lacing the words.

I step back. She dresses clumsy, skirt riding high, top sheer against her heaving chest. The door clicks shut behind her, rain swallowing her footsteps.

Back in the bedroom, Elena stirs faintly but stays asleep. The app glows silent now. Power hums natural in my veins.