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My pussy pulses, my clit throbs, and I can’t think about anything else other than the burning need to come. His pace is brutal. The way he works his fingers either on my clit or inside me, switching off with his tongue until I can’t keep track. All I can do is feel and beg for more. His fingers pump and plunge and fuck, taking without asking or offering mercy.
I glance down, feeling just the tip of his tongue, such a stark contrast to what he was doing seconds ago, and find him staring up at me.
His lips are wet, coated in me, and his eyes are predatory, almost primal, but also filled with awe as he watches me lose my mind. “Keep going, Katy. Show me how sexy my girl is when she loses control and gives it all to me. I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue, and then I’m going to fuck you till you do it again on my cock.”
“Yes. Don’t stop. I want it. I want more of it.”
He laps at my clit, swirling it with his tongue as his fingers find that spot inside me and vigorously rub. All I can do is hold onto the fucking chair as he eats me out better than anyone ever has before. I can’t even speak. It’s impossible to form words, only sounds.
“I’m going to fuck you here from behind. Nice and deep. I want you screaming my name, but then I’m going to take you upstairs and watch as you ride me. I want your perfect tits to bounce as you take every inch of my cock you can.”
Jesus. His mouth. His wicked, diabolical, sinful mouth.
His fingers dig into my ass, his grip so firm I know I’ll have marks on my soft flesh. It makes me moan and rock into his face, craving more of him, as much as I can get. His lips claim my clit, and his fingers continue to hit me exactly where I need them to, and I lose it right here in his formal living room. My back bows and my hands grip the chair so tight I’m shocked I’m not cracking the wood as I come and come, all over his face, riding him to the very edge of my sanity.
My legs are mush, shaky and unsteady as I sag back, my eyes still closed and my dopey smile unstoppable. Fuck, that man did what I asked him to. He ate me out until I saw freaking stars. With one last kiss on my pussy, he stands and starts attacking my mouth. I taste myself on him, salty and sweet, and though part of me seriously wants to return the favor, that’s not why I’m here. That’s not why we’re doing this.
I tug at the hem of his track shorts and shove them down over his narrow hips and sensational ass until his cock springs free. I grip him in my hand, loving his heady groan, but then I pull back and stare down at him, pumping him in a steady rhythm as I do.
“Bennett…” I trail off, staring at his dick in my hand, then slowly climbing up to his dusky eyes and flushed face. “Um.”
“You can take it.” His lips layer against mine, licking them with an arrogant smile all over his. “You’re plenty wet, and I promise, not only will I fit, but it’ll feel so fucking good when I’m all the way inside you.”
I pant out a strained laugh. God, I hope so. I really, seriously hope so. Because he’s huge. And I’m not even just saying that. He’s like over ten freaking inches long, not to mention thick.
He spins me around, forcing me over the back of the chair, and starts palming my ass cheeks. “Come on, Katy,” he plays, his voice taunting and menacing. “How much can you take? How much of my cock can we force into your tight little cunt before you beg for mercy?”
My eyes roll, and my toes curl into his soft gray area rug. I give my ass a little wiggle because even though he is huge, I never back down from a dare or a challenge—something I get the feeling he’s learning about me.
“That’ll never happen.” I look over my shoulder at him. “You may be big, but I’m going to take every inch of you and fuck it like a gold medalist. By the end of this, I’ll own you.”
He gives my ass a solid smack. One cheek and then the other. “We’ll see who owns who when this is all done.”
Chapter Thirteen
She’s going to own my ass. I already know it. I can talk all the shit I want—I’m a surgeon and we’re competitive by nature—but it’s all bravado. Katy is going to own my ass, and she’s going to own it until I get her pregnant and likely even after that because, well, she’ll be pregnant with my kid. Ask any man. That’s hot as fuck.
Even just the thought of it now makes my dick surge with more blood than I knew it was capable of holding. I have maybe three functioning brain cells at the moment and each one is telling me that while she may own my ass, I need to fuck her like a god and make her come at least two more times to try and make this at the very least a draw.
She likes my dirty. She likes my rough. She likes it so much she wants more of it. Yeah, she’s going to own my ass for sure. And this is only our first time fucking. I get to have her again and again.
My cock thumps against my stomach, liking that idea a lot.
I grip it in my fist, give it a harsh tug, then run it along Katy’s wet slit. It’s heaven. This girl is heaven. The way she kisses, the way she smells, the way she tastes, the way she moves, and the way she talks—bold and unapologetic in the things she wants and how she intends to take them—are the biggest turn-ons of my life.
I haven’t been with anyone since I left Liz, and while Liz was good in bed, she was timid and uncomfortable with her sexuality. She never owned it the way Katy does. She never told me what she wanted me to do to her. The one time I tried talking to her the way I’ve been talking to Katy tonight, she told me she didn’t like it.
But Katy is so very different in the best of ways. The filthy words spilled from my lips like they’ve finally been set free.
Like I’ve finally been set free.
Liz used to tell me the depraved side of me was dirty and my desires were immoral. Yet something tells me that’s exactly what Katy likes about sex—the dirty and immoral. As much as I hope I get her pregnant tonight, I really, seriously want to continue this until that stick shows two pink lines and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
Speaking of…
“Are you ready?” I ask her, still rubbing the head of my dick up and down, getting it nice and wet.
Her head twists over her shoulder, and her bold eyes meet mine as a smile flashes across her face. “I think the better question is are you—holy, ah!” she cries as I plunge straight into her.
