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God Gave you a Gift

gideon’s girlfriend reader x jesse gemstone 😈

18+ PLEASE DONT read this if you’re younger

warnings: very forbidden/taboo relationship, smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v sex, creampie, lots of dirty talk, semi public sex

It’s so fun to torment him like this. To see Jesse, who’s usually woefully overconfident, rapidly lose his cool. A lock of hair slips from his ridiculous mass of curls, falling across his forehead. You like him like this, a blubbering mess. At your mercy. You hollow your cheeks, deepthroating more of his cock. It’s bigger than it has any right to be. You thought his ego was compensating for it. It must be compensating for something else because the girth fills you every time. You watch him squirm above you, shifting, adjusting, subtly thrusting his hips forward to fuck your mouth. Jesse’s hands are white-knuckling the desk. He’d usually be moaning your name and praising you.

But that’s hard to do when he’s on a video call. So for now he holds the table or holds you by the hair for dear life as you bring him closer to an orgasm, and closer to exposing what you’re doing. Jesse’s belly presses against your forehead, a warm comforting weight as you slobber all over his dick. It’s straining against the buttons of his shirt, which in typical Jesse fashion, costs more than your apartment. You occasionally look up to see his flustered face, flushed cheeks, and the dilated pupils of his light eyes. Jesse nods along, covering his mouth with his gold-ringed hand as if in deep thought when, really, he’s biting his knuckles not to shout as you fondle his balls, swirling your tongue around him. You’re giving him a slow, torturous blowjob. Using every trick in your arsenal to edge and tease him. You’re worshipping him and he should be so lucky.

You shouldn’t be here, under his desk, head between his thighs. You should be at home, with your boyfriend. Who’s sweet and age-appropriate and loves you. But there are some urges he can’t satisfy. You’re drawn to the forbidden nature of Jesse. He’s the one person you shouldn’t have, can’t have. He’s your boyfriend’s father, yet here you are, thinking about how his dick is bigger than his son’s, how everything the two of you do feels better. When you’ve done this with Gideon, he’s too sweet. Never taking charge, but you like that Jesse is full of passion. Selfish, even. Trying to choke you with his cock, making you so wet.

Jesse grips your head harder, fingers tangling in your hair as you take him to the root, bobbing your head. You pick up the pace and you see he’s covering his mouth a lot now, muffling involuntary sounds. His body bounces slightly with thrusts as he tries to match your pace. Hips bucking. He looks so absolutely pathetic that for a quick moment, the devil takes you. You want to please him so well that he can’t contain his emotions. You want to have him moan your name and tell all his little church friends how good your throat feels, how well you’re taking him. You want them all to see him like this, fucked dumb by his son’s girlfriend. But for now, you hold his thigh, patting it lovingly.

He’s so close, you can taste the precome dripping out of his tip. You savor the taste, lapping it up as more dribbles out. You could stay under here all day, dripping wet from just the feeling of his cock in your mouth, the chase of being caught. You feel his meaty thighs tremble beneath your grip.

“Mr. Gemstone. What do you have to say?” A voice says.

Jesse immediately sits up straighter, barely able to compose himself.

You slow your pace but refuse to let him out of your mouth. You dig your nails into the hunk of his thick thigh, holding him in place as you suck on his tip.

“I, uh, I think,” he stutters out some bullshit response, sweat beading his hairline.

“Sure you’re okay Jesse? You sound a bit winded,” the man says.

You smile against his pubic hair, greedily taking him all the way, cupping his balls. You know it’s evil, but you like the danger of it.

This move surprises him. Jesse’s eyes widen and he almost curses under his breath.

“I’m right as rain,” He assures the council. He slips into his typical bully tendencies, rolling his eyes and throwing up his gold-ringed hands. “Worry about yourself. You’re the one who sounds winded.” He scoffs.

Some of them look doubtful, rolling their eyes, but they move on. They know Jesse can be a handful. Both figuratively and literally, because his dick can fit in your hand and then some.

You seize the opportunity and increase your motions, sucking off Jesse like his life depends on it. You jerk off anything you can’t fit in your mouth. You push his thighs down so he’s pinned in place, unable to fight, barely able to do more than squirm and do baby thrusts. He can barely suppress a moan behind his palm as he shuts off his video camera and mutes.

“Fuck,” he says and shouts your name as he shoots off into your mouth. Coming like a goddamn waterfall. You swallow every drop, trembling with excitement at the thought of him doing the same in your pussy. You know how risky that is, and you’ve never let him do it yet, but you think of it constantly.

Jesse’s panting in the aftermath. Chest heaving. His cheeks flushed red, silver sideburns plastered to his face with sweat as you lick his cock clean.

“Damn baby, god gave you a gift,” he says. “Gideon doesn’t know how lucky he is.”

He turns back on his camera after you lick your thumb and straighten out his hair. His face returning to its normal color.

“Sorry about that,” he says, unmuting. “Power outage.”

When the call’s over, you’re waiting, grinning ear to ear.

“I almost got you in trouble,” you say innocently, batting your lashes.

“You sure did,” Jesse says, his voice a low growl. “Now I gotta return the favor.”

Before you can protest, he hoists you onto his desk like you weigh nothing and dives between your legs. Pulling your skirt and panties down in record time. Jesse breathes against your already wet pussy, sending shivers down your spine. You can already feel his lips, that sinful tongue that knows how to take you apart. He’s making it slow, and you can’t deal with that. You move forward, impatient, pushing your clit against him.

But then he pulls away to take out your phone. You understand how thoroughly you’ve screwed yourself when he dials Gideon’s number.

“Try and keep quiet,” Jesse says as it rings. “Don’t want him finding out our dirty little secret.”

He shoves the phone into your hand as he kneels between your thighs. Your legs spread instantly and there he goes, lapping up your pussy, tongue gliding over your clit.

You consider hanging up, but Gideon answers before you have the chance. You cover your mouth with your free hand as Jesse eats you like a man starved, big hands forcing your legs open as they tremble.

“What’s up, baby?” Gideon asks, concern edging his voice.

“Nothing! Just wanted to see how you were doing,” you say, your voice loud and cheery although you can’t fully mask your heavy breathing, the way it catches as you bite down to stifle a moan. It’s not fair. As Jesse’s tongue swirls around your clit, his thick fingers breach your entrance, sinking inside of you. His fingers aren’t like Gideon’s, gentle and uncertain. They’re big, brutish, experienced. Fucking you open, filling you to the brim. You feel a new sensation and watch as Jesse’s ring finger curls in and out of you, soaking wet. Goddamn, the sick fuck is wearing his wedding ring.

“You sound a bit flustered. Are you sure you’re okay?” Gideon asks.

“Yeah, fine-oh” You can barely cover the groan as three of Jesse’s fingers splay you open, stuffing you as he laps at your clit.

Payback’s a bitch. You’re feeling the full force of it.

You nervously laugh before you fill the silence, not letting Gideon have a moment to think. “Sorry! Stubbed my toe.”

If Gideon is suspicious, he doesn’t say. He just moves on. “Are you still okay for dinner tomorrow with my parents?”

Jesse laughs against your cunt, the vibrations making your toes curl. He looks up at you deviously.

“Y-yes. That’s good with me,” you say.

“I apologize for my dad in advance. I’ll sit you at opposite sides of the table,” Gideon says.

“There’s no need. He’s harmless,” you assure Gideon, regretting your words as Jesse finger and tongue fucks you harder, your whole body jolting, thighs crushing his head.

The last time you had a family dinner, Jesse ran his foot up your leg and started playing with you under the table. You had to sit there, making conversation with his fingers trapped in your panties, abusing your clit. You wanted a replay, where maybe this time, you’d get your revenge. Holding him by the dick as you chat with his wife.

“I’m not sure I’d say that,” Gideon says.

“Why? Are you jealous?” You tease, knowing you’re playing with fire.

The double stimulation is too much, and you’re thankful, practically lightheaded with need when the conversation winds down. You’ve laid down the phone on the table, both of your hands digging into Jesse’s hair, keeping his head in place as he drives you to the edge. It’s on speaker, so you wonder if he can hear the sounds of Jesse taking you apart. The lewd slurps, the wet squelches.

Gideon laughs. “You’re funny. My dad has the charisma of a car crash.”

You feel your whole body arch up, about to come, so you think fast.

“I have to go now. Bye, love you!” it all comes out in a rush as you stuff your knuckles into your mouth, body thrashing in the throes of pleasure.

“Love you,” Gideon says.

Your lust-addled brain manages to hang up the phone as your body arches off the desk and you come. Vision going white as you buck your hips and come all over Jesse’s face, not holding back any sounds.

You catch your breath, pussy still trembling in the wake of your orgasm.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep this up,” you say.

Jesse pulls his fingers out of you, and licks them clean, swirling his tongue around his wedding ring, now soaked with the taste of you.

“I can’t stop. Can you?” he asks.

You shake your head. You look down and see he’s hard again. He catches you looking, grinning to himself.

“Jesse, please,” you say.

“Please what?” he says, playing dumb, wanting to hear you say it.

“Please fuck me,” you whine.

“I’ll fuck you so hard Gideon will wonder why you’re limping tomorrow,” Jesse promises.

You don’t waste time. You’re so desperate for it you don’t even wait for him to drive you home, to find a proper bed. You kneel in the middle of the floor, and he comes behind you, boxing you in with his beefy body. The size difference between you always has your heart racing. His chest presses to your back as he thrusts his cock into you. His hands grab your hips, your tits, claiming your soft flesh, pulling you closer. You’re so soaked that he slides right in, ramming into you full force, all the way to the hilt.

“God, yes, ruin me for him,” you moan as he pulls out and slams back into you, fucking you at a rapid pace, your back arching to meet his pace.

“You’re so sick. Begging for your boyfriend’s daddy’s dick. But I’m sick too,” Jesse says against your skin. His voice is breathless. You feel his balls smack against your ass and you moan.

With no phone calls, there’s no need to be quiet. You moan as he drills into you, manhandling you like a ragdoll. He’s not wrong. You’re sick, loving every minute of this. His one hand holds you by the hip, tight enough that you know you’ll see the marks of his fingers by morning. His other snakes between your legs and starts rubbing your clit while he fucks you deep. His lips are on your neck, kissing you roughly, leaving marks. He sucks on your tender flesh, and you don’t stop him, even though you know you’ll have to cover up all the evidence with makeup or Gideon will start to wonder. By this point, you can barely hold yourself up. You’re fully supported by him, boneless, a blubbering mess.

“Has Gideon ever fucked you this good?” Jesse asks, words punctuated by grunts, the slap of flesh against flesh.

“Never,” you say. Your stomach churning with lust at the way Jesse’s comparing himself, of how easily you tell him what he wants to hear. You’re too turned on to lie, to try to defend Gideon, so the truth comes out. Jesse’s cock is hitting an angle that has you drooling, fucked dumb, barely able to say more than a sentence besides his name. You’re close, cunt fluttering around his cock in warning, clit throbbing under the pressure of his fingers. He’s filling you, fucking you just like you asked, and it’s so perfect. His lips are insistent on your neck, kissing you so tenderly. He’s close too, already sensitive from your wicked work during his church meeting, thrusts never slowing but getting sloppier.

“Not gonna last long,” Jesse warns, a groan leaving him at the feeling of your warm, tight heat sucking him back in.

That’s fine by you. Your second orgasm is in sight, and your whole body jolts as he pounds into you, finally surrendering. Your cunt squeezes his cock, milking him, and his dick pulses. Jesse tries to pull away and shoot it somewhere else like always. But this time, you reach back and grab him death tight, locking him in place.

“Inside, please,” you beg, damn the consequences, so needy you’ll do anything.

Jesse comes inside of you, filling you to the brim.

Even after he twitches for the final time, you stay pressed together.

You thought of tomorrow. Of having to sit across the table from Jesse, nestled right next to Gideon, playing lovebirds as if his father’s come wasn’t inside of you.

Holy shit. You’re in too deep.

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