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If that involved throwing my weight around and making her hate me, then so be it. If I had to violate her precious privacy to figure out who the fuck was gunning for her, so be it. In any case, I would lose her. That part was inevitable. But me, taking care of business? That gave her a fighting chance to survive. That was all that mattered.
That was how my reasoning went. No point in sharing it with her because she didn’t know how to lean on anyone. Still. Making her hate me was going to suck.
This past night had been like nothing I’d ever imagined. There had been a completely different woman in my bed than the one I had expected. I thought I’d be in for a hot, stimulating romp with a confident, athletic woman who knew exactly what she wanted. But once I sneaked past her enormous defenses, I had found the opposite.
Kat had been so open to me. So vulnerable, astonished by pleasure, overwhelmed by emotion. Touching her was like hanging on to raw electricity. I’d spent the whole time doing a balancing act on the extreme far edge of my self-control, terrified of hurting her, scaring her, or triggering her defense system.
And now, as dawn slowly lightened the sky, I was becoming fully aware of what I held in my arms. She was precious, rare. She’d forged herself into a magnificent weapon, at the expense of everything else that life could give her, and she had never complained, because complaining was for losers.
I was as vulnerable to her now as she was to me, which was inconvenient and dangerous. But whatever wrenching emotions I was going through, it didn’t change the plan. I just had to grit my teeth and fucking do it, already.
Just then, she shifted with a murmur, and turned onto her side, snuggling back so that her ass pressed against me. The effect was just about what one would expect. A frantic hunger to fuck her once again.
I figured I might as well. It was the last chance I was going to get, before the inevitable storm hit. The little voice in my head was self-serving and cynical, but true.
I stretched out my arm and groped for another condom, and swiftly suited up. Then I rolled onto my side, guiding my stiff, aching dick up into the juicy cleft between her thighs. We had drifted off to sleep together right after the last time, and lucky for me, because she was wet enough to take me inside with no elaborate preliminaries.
I slid my hand around, caressing her clit, and she woke up with a gasp, stiffening. “Oh, my God.”
I didn’t answer, just kept petting her. She trembled in my grip, but after just a few minutes, she was moving against me, opening to me.
I rolled her over so she was flat on her belly, me on top, writhing and gasping and eased inside her. Slow, sensual pumping thrusts. She tried to speak, but the sound kept breaking off into tiny, whimpering pants as I moved inside her, sliding my hand around to work her juicy little clit, and tease it. Petting, circling, two fingers, whole hand…I made her melt around me, releasing more lube. So slick, so hot.
I brought her off twice, freezing in place and doing that breathless balancing act so I wouldn’t climax too soon, not even while her hot little hole squeezed and clenched around my dick, not even while she sobbed her pleasure into the pillow.
And as soon as she caught her breath, I lifted myself, gripped her hips, and tugged them until her legs folded and she was on her knees. Then I sank my cock into her again, with a wrenching groan. It was so fucking good, those hot sliding strokes, feeling her gasp, seeing her brace herself, jolt down to her elbows, ass in the air.
I cradled her clit between my fingers, squeezing gently around it. “I’m going to come,” I said. “Come with me.”
She laughed, her mouth muffled against the pillow. “This may come as news to you, Masters, but there are some things you can’t command.”
“Yes, I can,” I said, lifting up the hood of her clit and squeezing it tenderly as I swiveled my cock inside her. “This, I can. You’re right on the edge, and I want to fly with you. I’ll just keep on fucking until you give me what I need. One last time. I go for that.”
“Damn it,” she muttered, trembling violently with excitement. Fighting it.
“I want it,” I repeated. “Give it to me.” I was abandoned to instinct, no more thought, no more strategy. Just my naked soul, demanding that intimacy with my body. Pleading, devouring, desperate to have it.
When she gave in, it was the deepest, most wrenching orgasm yet. She cried out, pulling me with her into an explosive joining outside of time and space, where we were our essential selves. No lies. Just light.
But we came back to earth soon enough. I opened my eyes and felt her beneath me, still shaking.
I slid my cock out of her, rolling onto my side.
She pulled away and sat up. “What the hell was that all about, Masters?”
“That was amazing,” I told her. “You came like a supernova.”
“That was master-and-commander sex,” she said. “It was weird. Controlling.”
“Maybe, sort of,” I conceded. “Worked for you, though.”
“That is not the point,” she hissed.
“No? Oh. My bad. Sorry.”
“Screw you! You cannot be flip about this!”
I just shook my head. I had no excuse. I had nothing to say for myself.
