Gripping her hips, I line myself up with her opening and push a little inside, my body tense as I hold myself there, waiting for her to breathe, to adjust. I want to slam into her, hear the sound of our skin slapping together as I bottom out in her again and again.
But she’s so damn tight, and no matter how wet she is, I can’t—not yet at least.
It takes a few seconds, but finally, I can feel her pushing back, searching for more, and I’m only too glad to give it to her.
Rocking my hips, I let her get used to me, pulling out and pushing in until she’s taken all of me, her pussy gripping my dick, her walls already fluttering as I bottom out inside her.
“You look fucking gorgeous like this, Kitten, your ass pink from my hand while my dick is buried inside you.” This time when I pull out, I slam into herhard.“Fuck, look how good you take me, Kat.”
“Tom.”
“Tell me…”
I don’t stop as I wait for her to answer, a few punctuated thrusts making her moan and whimper as she shakes her head against the counter.
“Please.”
“You have no problem making all those filthy demands in your books, Kitten.” Slowing my pace, I lean over her as I slide my hand up to cup her breast. “Tell me what you want…”
“Make me come again,oh my God,” she whimpers when I pinch her nipple. “I need to come again,please.”
It’s thepleasethat has me banding my arm across her chest as I use her shoulder like an anchor and fuck into her.
She’s perfect.
Tight, wet heat is the undertone for the chorus of slapping skin, incoherent words, and moans that fill the kitchen as I unleash every ounce of worry, terror, and frustration out on Kat’s beautiful body.
And it seems like she needs it just as badly as I do, her moans turning to sobs as she writhes in the space between me and the counter, her pussy clenching around my dick as her orgasm detonates.
It’s violent.
Beautiful.
My own release is unavoidable as I follow her over the edge. I mean to pull out but there’s no time, her walls holding me like a vise grip until I’m cursing under my breath and chasing every last ounce of this euphoria.
Because that’s exactly what it is.
It’s raw and dangerous and so damn addictive I can barely think straight.
Or maybe that’s just the way I feel when I’m with Kat.
I’m a different man.
And for better or worse, I’m okay with that.
I just hope I still feel that way in the morning.
36
KAT
The urge to run to my laptop and document everyfilthydetail of what just happened is unhealthy.
Also unlikely to happen considering I don’t have my laptop or even my phone.
Butoh my God what the hell was that?
It was mind-blowing—that’s what it was.
