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When she said baby, I dissolved. I was a mess, ruined by everything she had put me through so far, her words cutting through any sanity I might have had left after she made me come.
“Yes,” was all I could moan.
I had no other words left inside me. This was it. Cat was taking every last piece of me, and I wanted her to have it all. She watched over me, torturing me like a corrupted angel. When she pushed her finger inside my body, the back of my head slammed against the duvet as my spine arched, my body buckling as I called out to her. She was filling me, pushing into me so slowly I almost demanded she fuck me harder, defiling me in every way she could.
She shifted, leaning closer, studying my face like it was her mission to make me come undone.
Cat bent her finger, her chin tilted back, copying my sighs and laughing as she hit a spot inside me that caused my whole body to jolt and shudder. I yelled out in surprise, my wide eyes meeting hers as I melted under her.
“Do you like that?” she purred again, and I cracked.
There it was again, those precious words, showing me how deeply she loved me. Even if she wanted to deny it, there was no escaping the way she was fucking me with love.
I had to reply, but I was falling apart. I couldn’t stay still, shuddering and moaning, all for her. Push, bend, thrust, twist. She worked me until I thought I couldn’t take any more.
My tight muscles squeezed around her finger, the unfamiliar intrusion triggering another series of groans. I wanted to close my legs, hold myself, cover my vulnerable cock from the gleam in her eye that assured me more was coming, but she’d pressed herself further between my legs. If she had a dick, she would hold me down like this and fuck me with her hips between my legs, her hand heavy on my chest. Here it was, her finger working me raw, branding me with her love.
She paused, both of us panting with the sheer force of this thing between us. I felt it again, that sure sense that everything we’d gone through together was necessary for us to reach this, to come to this place where we loved each other so deeply that the idea of Cat and Max had vanished, and there was only us.
If she needed control, I would give it to her. If I needed love, she would give it to me.
She lined up another finger at my entrance, her face so serious as she pushed into me. Her brow furrowed, her lips hard. Something deeper had replaced the joy that had her laughing only minutes ago. She was looking at me, the real me, seeing that place inside myself that lived only for her. Maybe she remembered my words at the gala, or she was thinking of how close we’d been in her office when she tugged at my earrings. Whatever it was, it took my breath away and ignited my need to be hers completely.
“You’re so hot for me, Max. Look at how you’re sucking me in.” She twisted her fingers, and I opened for her, wanting her to hold me through this. “What an eager little bitch you’ve become.”
I was. I was desperate. I’d been desperate ever since we met. I wanted to come so badly, but I wanted it to be for her. I wanted her to know that every drop of me was hers. Warmth spread through me at her touch, her words hitting me deeper than her fingers, my heart opening with every push and pull.
Her hand left my chest, and she reached for me. I cried out in relief. I wanted her to take my hand, to whisper she loved me, that she was here, that she would ride through this with me. Instead, she lifted her thumb to my thirsty lips. I tipped my head forward, closing my mouth around her.
She groaned as I sucked on her. “Good boy.”
Pleasure flooded through me again. I’d suck her until the end of time if it meant I could be her good boy.
She pushed down on my tongue as she fucked my ass, the plastic strawberry taste of the lube filling my mouth as I tried to take her deeper.
Fuck me, it burned. She had me pinned in place, and I couldn’t get enough. She was branding me with her own special kind of love. My cock was spreading pre-cum across my belly, dying for attention, but all I wanted was Cat’s eyes fixed on me, demanding everything she could of me.
Without warning, she pulled back, her thumb vanishing from my mouth. I was sick enough to give a disappointed moan before she grabbed my cock and thrust into me as hard as she could.
I roared. I actually roared like I’d never been fucked before, like I was a dirty animal in heat, and all I needed was to be ridden until I couldn’t feel anything but her. Cat was the one I needed. She was the one I craved; she was the one I’d live for forever if she let me in.
It took two strokes. Only two strokes and I dissolved, coming so hard it hit my chin. I tried to keep my eyes on her, but all I saw were her ruby lips before I fell apart. I could hear myself crying out, calling her name, but it was like a distant memory, so far away from the explosions in my body and the love destroying my heart.
I loved her. I knew it was mad. We’d barely seen each other or even talked since we met again, but here, now, she was all I ever needed. As I fell apart, all I wanted was her. She held the key to all the pieces of me, and she’d always been the answer to every fucking question in my life. And all it took was two strokes to make me see it. During the weeks I spent circling around my obsession with her, desperation and insanity blended together in a fucked-up concoction of desire, leading me back to her again and again. I hadn’t even tried to resist. It was all I had to hold on to.
I lay there panting, my body tight and wild, eyes only for her. I was going insane. Crazy didn’t even come close to what she just did to me. My cock ached so badly, coming so quickly like that. There was nothing left of me, only what lay wrapped around her fingers.
Cat groaned happily as she pulled her fingers from me. I hissed at the stab of pain, my muscles clenching tight around her. It had been too much, too wide. It hurt, but in the same way her nails tearing into my throat had hurt. It had been for me, to show me who I was to her.
I could barely move, frozen, my legs shaking as she cleaned her fingers on the towel. I wanted to be held, loved, cherished. I needed her to be with me, here, with nothing standing between us. She gently peeled my hands from my knees, easing my stiff legs forward and helping me move and sit up on the edge of the bed. Even though it ached, when she looked at me with tenderness, I knew I’d endure anything for her.
“You did so well,” she murmured as she knelt before me, reaching up to wipe my neck with the towel.
I was too delicate, my heart open and vulnerable.
Her hand followed each brush of the towel, like she was stroking my skin to make sure I was clean. It felt like she was exploring me, the dance of her fingertips honouring every inch of me. I loved it. I was so soft and supple, bending to her will in every way. I accepted my punishment, and now she was rewarding me.
“I’m so proud of you.” Her eyes were soft as she smiled up at me, the towel travelling across my chest, over my arms, belly, and thighs.
