Page 62 of Seven Nights


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Her hips buck.

“Steady, Kate.”

With the blades positioned to sever the other strap, I shift my touch back to the line of her clit. I rub and pinch until her ass levitates above the mattress while her chest and shoulders remain hard and flat.

I take the last cut on the dress then put the scissors aside. I pull the ruined fabric away, tossing it onto the floor.

“Just the panties left, baby.”

Her chin tucks down, her arms pull close to her side.

“You okay, love?”

“Yes,” she rasps.

I don’t take her word for it, at least not when her voice is this tight and rough. Finding the hole I already cut in the gusset, I tease my fingers inside her panties. She remains achingly slick. Her entire ass vibrates with the attempt to remain still.

When I pull out, she whimpers.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads breathlessly.

Testifying that’s not going to happen, I give the scissors a little snick.

She nods at the sound, her upper body tucking tighter around its core. With my free hand, I dip a finger under the hem of her panties and trace the fabric’s contours to the side of her hip. I take a snip. The blades cut at less than an inch of fabric, but the ultimate tear runs an inch and a half.

Another snip follows on the opposite side, then I pinch a little more fabric where the back of the gusset meets the back of the panties. Two small cuts and then I see the nervous pucker of her ass.

My thumb moves between the matching holes I cut. I soak it in the fresh cream of her cunt then rub the pad over the tight circle above. Kate groans with each invasion, each rub. Her thighs flex and relax over and over until they can do nothing more than tremble with need and fatigue.

“Have you come yet, pet?” I ask.

“Yes,” she confesses.

“How many times?”

She starts to uncurl one finger from her tight fist then makes it two.

It’s time for me to make it three. Growling, I push the scissors further out of reach, press my lips against the top hole I cut and push a fat triangle of fingers into her pussy. Lightly I tongue the pucker of her anus as I drive in and out of her hard knotting cunt.

Her legs spread wide, knees bending until she has some purchase against the mattress to grind her ass and pussy against my face and hands.

Fuck, she is hungry for everything I am doing. She shakes with it, moans with it. Her pussy gushes with cream.

And then she freezes, an animalistic snarl clawing its way out of her throat.

Climaxing, she squirts her release. My brain short circuits at the hot rush of liquid. Using just my hands, I rip the panties from her and rear back. My fingers fill her pussy again. I push a thumb into her ass. Pumping her hips, she seesaws back and forth.

Whatever questions she came here to ask, Katelyn is not thinking of them now.

But I am.

Gently, I bring her down. I massage the fatigued muscles, kiss and tongue the battered flesh.

When all her shaking and moaning is through, I bring the scissors up to her hand and whisper in her ear.

“Your turn.”

Katelyn

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