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I braced myself and looked down at our bodies. The picture was obscene and perverted, and that only made my blood pump faster into my dick. Her school girl outfit was still intact. I could see the lace borders of her thigh high stockings, and I felt the instinct to drag them down with my teeth. Seeing I was looking, Cat pushed her chest forward, her boobs landing on my mouth, and I was hopeless. I still didn’t move, but I opened my mouth, sucking her nipple through the material of the shirt, playing with it and biting ‘until I heard her cry out in pain. The play made her rock even harder, and I was ready to explode. I lost control of my hands, and they flew onto her hips, quickening her movement.
“You like that?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Tell me you like it, Hugo.”
“Fucking shit. I need you to move faster, princess. Just a little faster.”
“Tell me you like it,” she insisted, but I still didn’t comply. “You like feeling my body rubbing on yours and seeing me so wild, like nothing else matter. Can you feel how wet I am through your pants, Hugo? I’m drenched; my juices are running down my thighs. This is what you do to me.”
I clutched her hips tightly, knowing she’d be bruised in the morning, but I was afraid she’d disappear. This was too fucking perfect. There wasn’t a porno movie or wet dream in this world to match Catherinelle humping me and speaking like a girl who works the nights in Hunts Point.
“Who the fuck taught you to speak like this? I’ll kill him,” I roared, and she giggled.
“Hugo, I’m going to cum.”
I was dangling over the edge too, but it felt wrong to fucking tell her that. She kept going crazy until both of us lost it and came like maniacs. She made me mess up my pants like a was a damn teenager in his bedroom seeing his first Play Boy. When I saw her arching like a crossbow and calling my name to the ceiling, my balls tightened up, releasing another jet of cum into my briefs. It was un-fucking-believable the power her little body had over me, but I was fucking lost.
Catherinelle fell on my chest, and we both stayed there, not a muscle moving, for uncounted minutes. I needed a fucking lifetime to put myself together after that.
Her breath got calm and steady, and I knew without having to look that she had fallen asleep. I didn’t have the courage to move and disturb her sleep, so I just sat there, my hands still on her hips, and waited in the dark that swallowed the room.
Fuck me, man. Fuck me. I didn’t sign up for this. My mouth was watering for a gulp of rough whiskey, a burning Glenfiddich to burn down my throat and numb my stupid, horny mind. I hadn’t lost control over my actions and thoughts in over twenty years until now. Catherinelle played me like I was a fiddle. Even now when she was out cold, my head was full of her image. I needed to get myself together.
When Gino told me I was in charge of his sister’s security, I thought it was a bluff, that maybe he was trying to scare her into behaving and stop escaping her bulls. Until then, I hadn’t spent much time with Cat in the last few years – by choice – but every time I saw her at a party, or around her family, she’d bend over a little too much, forcing me to look at her ass, or wearing a low-cut top, shoving those boobs in my face. She was turning into a woman – a fucking gorgeous one – and I was cursed to see it. This girl grew up under my watch. I should have looked at her like she was a sister, but my dick refused to comply. I had women of all shapes and sized. I had tasted all the beauty New York City had to offer, but nothing turned me to a pile of ashes like a simple swing of her hips did.
Catherinelle Nucci turned me into a fucking traitor. A filthy mortal who let an angel touch him, only to pollute her with darkness.
