Chapter 12 - Part 1

The shifting

The textual matter came in just after lunch.

Marla :

"Can't make it tonight, Kat. flight of steps delayed. stops's a mess.

Raincheck. stool it worth the wait."

Katherine stared at the message, lips pursed, telephone resting against her wine glass. Her gown slipped slightly off her shoulder, forgotten.

All week, she'd been preparing Tommy — watching him, pushing him, shaping him. She told herself it wasn't time. That Marla would be the real test. The net unlock.

But something shifted when she got that text.

It wasn't just disappointment. It was relief.

Because now, with no one else observance, there were no more understanding to defend back.

Katherine didn't send a answer. She didn't warn Tommy.

She just poured another glass, turned on soft music, and waited — legs bare, robe unlace beneath the shank. Letting the night write itself.

And when the door creaked heart-to-heart and she saw him walk in ?

She knew.

Katherine wasn't expecting him to walk in like that.

Not with that flavour in his eyes.

Tommy shut the door behind him, slow and deliberate. He didn't even wait for her to speak.

He stalked forward — centre locked on her, barefoot, robe barely tied, wine trash in helping hand — and walked with a heating in his body she hadn't seen before.

"threshold wasn't locked,"he said. representative low. Steady.

Katherine tilted her caput, smirking."And here I was thinking I'd still need to cultivate you."

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

He took the shabu from her fingers and set it down — gently, respectfully — without breaking eye contact.

"Tonight's not for grooming,"he said."You said I was yours."

Katherine raised one forehead."Is that right ?"

Tommy leaned in, his hint warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na establish it."

The osculation came hard. Hungry.

His hands found her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a word. Her gown fell candid just enough to reveal the smooth inner curve of her thigh, the soft weight of her chest. His mouth claimed hers — deep, wet, trusted. She didn't resist.

"Ohhh,"she exhaled against his lips,"so the boy has teeth now…"

"I'm not your boy,"he whispered."Not tonight."

He dropped to his knees. Pressed her thigh apart. His face hovered over her kitty — already glistening, hot, needy. His intimation hit her like heating plant from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his tongue was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was irksome now. More deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every audio she made, every twitch of her hips, every breath that caught. His hands gripped the bottom of her thighs, spreading her wider, anchoring her open.

Katherine bucked.

"God, you've learned,"she whimpered."Fucking—right there—don't stop, baby—"

He didn't.

He licked her with purpose. Let her drive his case, let her travail her soak kitty against his lip, let her moan until her vox cracked and her pegleg locked tight around his head.

Her first coming ripped through her — sudden, loud, shaking.

"Oh my god… !"

But he didn't stop.

Her moment came faster. Messier. Her unit body trembling as she squirted softly onto his Chin, gasping, clawing at the counter.

"Tommy—Jesus—baby, wait—"

"I'm not done with you,"he said, standing.

He didn't give her metre to recover.

Tommy lifted her off the counter, spun her around, and bent her forward again — chest of drawers flatbed to the cool granite, ass arched, pussy glistening and exposed.

She gasped, one handwriting gripping the edge for balance.

It hit her then — hard and clear.

There was no more holding back. No more teasing.

Her pussy wasn't off-limits anymore.

Not after the way he touched her. Not after the way he owned her backtalk with his tongue.

It was happening. He was going to fuck her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her legs trembled — not from care, but from the sort of anticipation that steal breath.

She felt the thick heat energy of his stopcock slide between her slickness folds… rub against her opening… and she whimpered, arching back toward him.

"Tommy…"she gasped.

He gripped her pelvic girdle tight — and then pushed in, retard, deep, claiming every inch.

Her head fell forward.

"Oh my fuuuck—"she cried, voice crack as he filled her.

The stretchability was existent. The depth was unreal.

The wait was over — and it was worth it.

She was finally getting fucked by the boy she trained — no, by the man she had helped create — and his putz was wrecking her just like she fantasized.

"God—yes !"she moaned."You're inside me… finally inside me…"

He slammed again, harder. The speech sound echoed. Her tit bounced against the stone.

Tommy leaned in, his vox a growl :

"You've teased me for week. Now I'm taking what's mine."

Katherine just whimpered.

And took every inch.

The room spun.

Katherine was breathless. Her robe was gone. Her torso bare. Her thigh still slick with expectoration, sweat, and the treacly flood of her own arousal.

Tommy stood at the boundary of the bed — broad-shouldered, flushed, cock glistening from her mouth and snatch. The way he looked at her now… it wasn't awe.

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for weeks,"he said, spokesperson low, putz twitch in his clutch as he stroked it slowly."You think I didn't observation ? The way you talk to Ava. The way you look at me when you think I'm not watching…"

Katherine 's thorax rose and fell, lips parted, torso trembling.

"I knew,"he said."I knew you wanted this cock."

She swallowed, legs spreading slightly, instinctively.

"I know you need it."

And then he was crawling over her, knee joint between her thigh, one manus under her ass, lifting her just sufficiency — and he slid in. thick. oceanic abyss. Slowly. Until their hips met and she gasped like she'd been stabbed with pleasure.

"Ohhhh—fuck, yes—yes—deeper, baby—stretch me—fuck me open—"

Tommy grunted, pulling her thighs high, pushing harder, faster. The sound of his hips slapping her pie-eyed flesh echoed off the paries. His hands caught her radiocarpal joint, pinning them above her brain, and his mouth devoured her breasts — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to draw her cry out.

"You're not the same boy,"she gasped, optic wide, organic structure jerking under him.

"I'm not,"he growled, lips dragging across her thorax, voice thick with lecherousness."And you're gon na fucking feel that."

He drove into her, fully force — hips rolling, deep strokes punching groan out of her mouth. Her body tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, heart rolling back.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed, pussy spasming around his peter. Her sexual climax hit hard — a brutal, wet blowup that sprayed across his lour abs and soaked the bed beneath them.

But Tommy didn't stop.

He fucked her through it, watching her vellication and squirt and twist beneath him.

"So get it on wet for me,"he groaned."You gon na do it again ?"

She whimpered.

"Use your words,"he demanded.

"Y-yes ! God—yes—make me squirt again—don't stop—wreck me—fuck ! !"

He pulled out suddenly — her pussy clenching at the loss — and flipped her over like she weighed nothing.

"Knees. Up. Now."

Katherine obeyed, trembling, crawling forward, arching her back like a hussy in heat.

He grabbed her rose hip, dragged her to the edge, and pounded back into her, from behind, deeper than before. His balls slapped against her soaked clit, her soundbox jerking forward with every thrust.

"Take it,"he growled."This is what you wanted. What that tight piffling body's been begging for."

She sobbed through it."Oh ass, roll in the hay, yes ... hammering me ... stretch this cunt, fuck me stupefied ..."

Tommy reached for the lube that Katherine had tossed lazily near the headboard days ago. She didn't see it but when his finger pressed against her smashed, twitching asshole, slick and insistent, her whole soundbox froze.

She gasped."Tommy ...."

"You're not ready for that,"she whispered.

But he leaned close, mouth hot against her ear, fingerbreadth circling.

"You will be."

His cock never stopped moving, his rhythm stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his finger just inside, just enough to make her cry out.

"You're gon na open up every hole for me."

She moaned, waste and ragged."* Anything you want ... * oh my god…"

"You think this pussy's mine now ?"he growled, pounding deeper.

Katherine was drooling into the weather sheet, moaning into the mattress.

"Yours ! Yours, baby ... ! fuck yes ... just don't full stop .."

Part 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's hips tight, house, possessive, athirst. The heating system between them was thick, heavy, drenched in fret and desire. Her pussy was soaked, dripping, the slickness coating his shaft as he ground the head along her slit.

Then he pulled back, just enough ... and slammed forward, burying himself inside her with a military group that made her gasp.

Her ass clapped loud against his thigh. The sound echoed through the house.

"Fuuuck, Tommy…"she moaned, her voice already wrecked."Yes… yes… take it, baby… drill me ..."

His beat turned brutal. Deep. Commanding.

Slap after slap of skin merging skin. The wet speech sound of her cunt clinging to him. Her moan layered with every thrust.

"It's yours ... have it,"she cried."You own this screwing pussy now."

He was uncivilised and relentless. Holding her hip joint like handlebars, pulling her cover into each punishing thrust.

"Oh god, that's powerful… that's muscular, Tommy…"

She was trembling. On the edge. Clenching hard around him. Her voice cracked :

"You earned this… I'm proud of you…"

Then, breathless, wild-eyed, she added :

"You earned the rightfield to wind up in my mouth."

Those give-and-take nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, hips snapping harder, deeper, punishing. She could barely preserve herself unsloped, her coat of arms shaking beneath her. Her brass buried in the bed sheet. Her consistency braced for the next explosion.

"Take me to the moon, baby,"she whimpered,"I'm almost theeeeeerrre— I'm about to exploooode—"

Her kitty-cat spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

She let out a screech, and suddenly — with force and heat — a stream of liquid shot up from her, squirting hard into the air and drenching Tommy's chest.

She collapsed.

Panting. Quaking. stage trembling. centre all-encompassing in shock.

"I… I've never done that before,"she gasped.

Tommy looked down at his plume chest and grinned like a man reborn.

"You just squirted all over me."

She twisted slightly, looking back, stunned, breathless, smiling through the exhaustion."That felt… insane…"

But he wasn't done.

He reached down, gripped her by the waistline, and flipped her onto her spinal column in one fluid, practiced motion.

Katherine landed soft on the bed, second joint spread wide, her body already begging for more.

Tommy knelt between her leg, eyes locked on her soaked, pulsing pussy.

He lined himself up and pushed in deep again ... slow and thick.

She cried out, back arching off the bed.

"Ohhh ass, yes, yes .. deeper, baby ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her carpus above her head and drove into her difficult, fast, and relentless. His oral cavity moved to her breasts, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive pap into his mouth while his putz ruined her.

"You're not the same boy,"she gasped, barely capable to breathe.

"I'm not,"he growled."And you're gon na feel that."

She did.

He slammed into her over and over, regular recurrence grievous and unstoppable. Her legs shook. Her call grew louder, more primal. Her snatch gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

She squirted again. This time soaking the bed. The sheets were a muckle beneath her.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed."I'm .... fuck ..., it's happening again ... !"

He grabbed her thigh, holding her widely undetermined, watching her soundbox turn a loss control again and again beneath him.

Still, he didn't slow.

Tommy flipped her once more - onto all fours. Her ass raised high, her hair falling around her shoulders, her back arched. She looked like something out of a dream.

He knelt behind her, gripping her ass impudence and spreading them encompassing. The mint made his shaft twitching, her slit still glistening and dripping, her slopped slight hole exposed, fluttering slightly from how wrecked she already was.

"You don't know what you do to me,"he growled, voice low and rough.

He reached for the lubricant, drizzled some along the crack of her ass, and used his fingers to tease it in tardily, sly circles around her mingy rim.

Katherine gasped, arching more.

"Oh god… baby…"

One fingertip pressed inward, gently breaching her, and she moaned — loud and deep.

"Mmm… piece of tail, what are you doing to me ...."

"Just a taste,"he murmured, pushing deeper.

Her wall clenched.

"You're foul,"she panted."And I love it."

He worked the finger in and out, stretching her slowly while stroking her tight clit with his other hand.

Katherine's head dropped between her arms, her soundbox trembling with each swirl, each deeper press.

"Ohhhh… I've never felt anything like this… your fingers… your cock… this is too much…"

Tommy grinned."You said I earned it. I'm gon na study it all."

He added a secondly finger, and Katherine let out a high-pitched cry, not from hurting, but from sheer overwhelmed pleasure.

"Yesss… debase me, baby… teach my ass who it belongs to…"

He leaned in end, voice low and wide of non-white promise.

"This hole's gon na be mine too. Just like that pussy."

And then .... while her ass was still twitching from the reaching .... he stroked his prick along her slick snatch, coating it again, and slammed back inside her slit hard.

She screamed.

"FUUUCK ! YES ... ! Ruin it ! Oh my god .... ! YES !"

When he pulled out, his cock was soaked and twitching.

He climbed beside her. Her chest was rising and falling fast. Her sassing were parted. Her eyes were glazed and wild.

Tommy stroked himself - slow and arduous - just column inch from her face.

Katherine turned, opened her mouth wide, tongue out, sassing wet.

'' Give it to me, '' she whispered. `` Let me taste everything you just claimed. ``

With a growl, Tommy came - thick spurts landing across her mouthpiece, tongue, and chin. She moaned as it hit, messy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the rest over her flush cheeks.

He leaned down. Kissed her forehead.

He leaned down. Kissed her forehead.

Katherine stared up at him, glowing.

'' That, '' she whispered, `` was delinquent. ``

Tommy smirked, brushing a bridge player through her hair.

'' It was only the outset. ``

Chapter 13

The Edge of compulsion

The sunup sun cast a tender glow across Katherine's bedroom, slipping past sheer mantle and settling gently on tegument still humming from the night before. She lay on her side, one leg bent, the sheet pulled lazily over her hips. Her chest rose and fell in slow rhythm — but her mind was nowhere near calm.

She had squirted. For the initiative clip in her life.

She thought about it now — how Tommy's sass, his hand, his confidence had awakened something in her. She had mentored him, teased him, tempted him… but now ? Now she was feeling affair she hadn't in years. Powerless things. Dangerous things.

Katherine blinked up at the ceiling, a smirk pull at the corner of her lips."That boy is becoming something else."

Tommy's morning time started retard, but dissimilar. He moved through the firm like a man who knew exactly what he was doing — from the way he ran his helping hand through his messy fuzz to the tenuous bouncing in his step as he pulled on a clean whitened tee and dark Lady Jane Grey shorts.

He grabbed his Key and headed out for errands. market store, protein tremble, a trimming at the barbershop. And everywhere he went — eyes followed him. He noticed it now. Women noticing him. Some smiled. One even double-taked.

self-assurance wasn't something he had to contact for anymore. It was on him — like a scent, a posture, a pull.

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the fruit aisle, a handbasket in hand, and something in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Jess,"he said, calm and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even Sir Thomas More than he remembered. Her hair was lighter now — wavy and soft. A short white harvest top clung to her pocket-size waist, and tight denim boxers hugged her cycle, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that surefooted walking — but in this moment, it faltered.

"You look ... really good,"she said, optic scanning him."You've changed."

Tommy picked up a bottle of water, glanced at her with a lazy smile."You too. Been working out ?"

She laughed lightly, tucking hair behind her ear."A lilliputian. I'm just in town for the weekend. My cousin's birthday."

"fountainhead,"he said, dropping the water supply into his hoop,"enjoy the visit."

Jess bit her lip."You, uh… got design tomorrow ?"

Tommy paused, lifted a brow."Why ?"

"No cause. Just figured maybe we could hang. see up."

He gave her a dim grin."Maybe."

That night, Tommy's speech sound lit up.

Jess : Hey ... I meant what I said. Wan na string up tomorrow ?

He chuckled, then opened a substance thread with Katherine.

Tommy : Ran into Jess today.

Katherine : Oh ?

Tommy : She's back in town. Just for a few days.

Katherine : And ?

Tommy : She asked to hang out. Texted me just now.

Katherine : Well well. Little miss heartbreaker wants another taste.

Tommy : I've got her attention now. She couldn't stop staring.

Katherine : She sees what I've been molding. Let her see more.

Tommy : She's hot. Always was. But now… I think she wants something else.

Katherine : Show her. Make her feel everything she missed.

Tommy tossed his phone onto the bed and leaned back in his chair, arms behind his foreland, thinking.

Back then, he would've stumbled. Pleaded. Chased. But now ? Now he was in control. Jess didn't know it yet — but he was going to leave a mark she'd never shake.

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved hands buried deep in mulch as he helped her run the garden. The sun was in high spirits and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every digger, every tug of unregenerate mourning band. sudor dripped from his eyebrow, soaking through his fitted white tank top, clinging to his dresser and back. His arms flexed with every movement, his body a display of youthful strength.

Katherine watched from the nicety, a tall glass of frost tea in her hand. She wore a wide-brimmed stubble hat, sunglasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her thighs when the steer picked up. But her gaze never left him.

"tinker's dam, you're sexy when you sweat like that,"she said, stepping into the sunlight with the glass.

Tommy looked up, grinning as he wiped his forehead with the spinal column of his mitt."You trying to distract me while I'm working ?"

"Maybe,"she said with a playful shrug, handing him the tea."You're just making it hard to focus on anything else."

Tommy chuckled, taking a sip. That's when his phone buzzed again — and again. He pulled it from his air pocket, thumbed over the notifications. Jess.

Jess : Hey, want to pay heed today ?

Tommy : Busy right now. Maybe later.

Jess : I hope so. Can't believe I ran into you yesterday. tinker's damn, you've changed.

Tommy waited a beat before replying.

Tommy : the great unwashed grow.

Jess : You didn't just grow, you glowed up.

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking large yourself.

Katherine tilted her mind, watching his smile reach wider with every ping."Jess ?"

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

Katherine's smiling spread."You should. Show her what she gave up. Let her rue it a little."

Tommy raised an brow."You sure ?"

She leaned closer, whispering,"Man, I'd dearest to be a fly on the wall when you do."

He laughed, then leaned in too."There's a press in the spare chamber at my house. Big one. With a estimable view."

Katherine's grin turned into a dull, mischievous smirk."Oh really now ?"

"I could reelect the favor."

She sipped her iced tea, her eyes never leaving his."I like this interlingual rendition of you, Tommy."

That evening, Jess arrived just after eight. The street lamps were on, casting gold wakeful across the sidewalk as she stepped from her car. The mouse click of her heels on the paving was deliberate. Confident.

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny blue jean hugged her toned legs and perfectly round ass. A range, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly struggle and just enough cleavage to tease. Her curly hair spilled in waving over her shoulders, glossy and full phase of the moon. Her mouth were painted a soft pink, middle lined just enough to make them dangerous. And she smelled… intoxicating.

Tommy opened the door, casually leaning against the frame in a fresh black tee and joggers. He looked every bit the man she hadn't expected him to become.

"Hey stranger,"she said, stepping in with a smile.

"Hey yourself. You always dress like that to visit old Quaker ?"

She laughed, the sound easy and knowing."Only the special ones."

He closed the doorway behind her — a quiet click that somehow felt louder than it should deliver. For a beat, they just stood there in the hallway, the air midst with something unspoken. He nodded once toward the stairs.

"cum on."

She followed him up — the hush of her blackguard on the worn whole step, her eyes tracing the line of his shoulders under that thin black cotton fiber. He didn't look back, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt her watching.

Upstairs, the dispense with bedroom felt too pocket-size all of a sudden — warm, quiet, the lamp throwing soft shadower on the walls. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one genu hang, the other stretched out. He looked unfluctuating, solid — like he owned the infinite without needing to say a word.

Jess perched at the border of the bed, turned just enough that her human knee brushed his second joint when she shifted. She glanced around, a half-smile tugging at her lips."Funny… we never did this before."

Tommy lifted an eyebrow, amused."What ? An existent bed ?"

She laughed under her breathing place."Yeah. We spent more than fourth dimension fogging up your backseat than anywhere else. Just petting. Making out until we couldn't breathe."

A low chuckle rumbled out of him."Worked for me."

Her buttock flushed, but she didn't look away."You've changed,"she murmured, her eyes dipping to his chest, then lowly — catching the thick shape pressing against the soft fabric of his joggers. He didn't adjust. Didn't fidget. Just let her see it.

"Lot can hap in a few months,"he said, vox calm, warm.

Her stifle pressed closer, grazing his second joint."You look… good,"she breathed."Better than full. It's driving me crazy."

Tommy just sat there, the corner of his mouth curving into a little, knowing smile. He didn't move an inch.

Jess's fingers found his knee, tracing up his thigh, slow, testing. Her breather caught when she felt the sonorous ridge beneath the cotton plant. She flicked her eyes up at him, voice trembling."You gon na stop me ?"

His hand closed over hers — gentle, but unshakable. He guided her palm up, laid it flat tire on his pectus instead."No bang,"he murmured, the passion in his tone curling around the low promise underneath."You'll get it. My way."

Jess's thighs squeezed together. She leaned in, centre locked on his rima oris — then kissed him, retard at foremost, tasting him, her fingers curling into his shirt. He didn't flush her. He just tilted his head, deepened it when she gasped, clapper sliding against hers, swallowing the soft, incapacitated sound she made.

Katherine, in the dark slit of the W.C., felt her breathing place stammer — her finger's breadth pressing to her lips. She could sense it — the flip. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't following. He didn't beg. He let her come in to him — and she was falling, fast.

Jess's breath was shivering when she pulled back, lips pink and wet. Her manus dragged up under his tank car, fingers grazing his fond skin. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth deplumate, tossed it to the side without looking.

Her tits bounced unloose, nipples already tight. Tommy just stared for a beatnik — then leaned in, mouth closing around one, natural language flicking, teeth grazing just enough to give her breathing place hitch. He sucked until her back arched, then bit down lightly, pulling a whimper from her lips.

When he pulled back, his voice was raspy silk."Lie back."

She obeyed — hips shifting as he nudged her further onto the bed, her hair spilling across the pillow. He settled between her thighs, thenar dragging her jeans down slow. She lifted her hips for him, eyes wide, pupil blown.

By the metre he spread her spread out, Jess was dripping — soft pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a word. He just dipped his school principal, tongue dragging up her pussy in one slow, devastating accident that made her wholly body tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her fingers clutched at the sheets. She felt his mouthpiece curve into a tiny smile against her pussy.

His tongue circled her clit, slack, then flicked, sucked — his hands gripping her second joint, keeping them wide when they threatened to fold around his head.

"livelihood them unfold,"he murmured, the words a lovesome growl against her puff up heat.

She tried — she really did — but when he slid two finger inside her, mysterious and curling just right, her hips bucked off the bed. He didn't stop. He licked her through every whine, every shaky gasp, until her thighs trembled and her breathing place broke into pieces.

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back arched, her pussy clenching around his finger, soaking his sass and Kuki. He didn't puff away. He licked every drop, boring and unhurried, like she was his front-runner secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's thighs, mouth glistening, eye dark with the taste of her. He hovered just long enough to let her catch her breath — the soft coppice of his ovolo against her button making her jerk with aftershocks.

"That's just the warm-up,"he murmured — voice low, unbendable, the promise in it making her heartbeat race.

He grabbed her pelvic arch, dragged her to the boundary of the bed. Her legs fell undecided, trembling, glistening. Tommy just lined himself up — the boneheaded head of his prick nudging her knavish entrance — and pushed in slow.

Jess's gasp tore through the room. Her oculus flew undecided, back arching as he forced her to take every inch.

"Oh—fuck—Tommy—"she moaned, her voice in high spirits, breathless. The stint burned in the best way — every in of her felt raw, filled.

In the W.C., Katherine bit her lip so hard it nearly bruised. Her hand slipped under her skirt, fingers sliding through her own wetness. God, look at him, she thought, her pulse pound. Look at her. see what he's become.

Tommy rocked his pelvic arch slow at first — deep, deliberate strokes that made Jess seize the sheets, her knuckle duster White, her teeth sinking into her broken lip.

"Fuck… yes… yes…"she breathed, eyes squeezed shut. The sound of her wet pussy clung to every poke — messy, obscene.

Tommy gripped her thigh wider, his rate quickening — the slap of skin on cutis echoing through the small room.

Jess's moans turned shameless."Oh fuck — Tommy — oh god — yes — have it off me—"

He pounded her harder, the force jolting her organic structure back on the bed. Her tits bounced with every thrusting. Katherine's breathing spell hitched in the W.C. — her fingers working faster, her other hand bracing her against the slatted door.

Tommy felt her tighten, felt the earth tremor ripple through her thighs. He pulled out — only to pitch her over like she weighed nix, hauling her up onto his lap as he sat back on the border of the bed.

Jess straddled him, already whimpering as she sank down on his tool again — her kitty swallowing him deep, fuddled than before.

"Ohhh my god — Tommy — I love this hawkshaw — fuck—"she gasped, her part cracking as she bounced on him, thighs flexing. He held her pelvis tight, guiding her up, then dragging her back down hard enough to make her cry out.

"Faster,"he murmured, his interpreter night but composure."Show me."

Jess rode him severe — wet sounds filling the way as her pussy clung to him, each smacking of her ass echoing. sweat dripped down her spine. Her workforce braced on his chest, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the closet, Katherine's finger's breadth plunged deeply inside her own puss, her centre locked on the ken. Jess's tits bouncing, that uncivilized, hungry look on her expression. Is that what I look like ? she wondered — her own hips rocking into her medallion. God, it's so fucking hot.

Tommy shifted under Jess — then stood, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She squealed, legs wrapped tight around his waist. He moved her to the headboard, turned her around, bent her forward — her palm tree braced on the wood, her ass high.

He nudged his peter back in, no warning — burying himself deep.

Jess screamed — raw, desperate — her part breakage as he slammed into her. The bed frame creaked under the force, the sound of him pounding her echoing off the walls.

"Oh fuck — Tommy — oh my god — you're fucking me so hard — fuck — fuck — ohhhh fuck— !"

He grabbed her hair's-breadth, twisting it around his fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each smack of his hips made her body jolt, her thigh shaking.

"Yeah… take it…"His voice was a jumpy growl, but so steady — no rushing, just relentless.

Katherine bit down on her own moan as she came, her fingerbreadth still working as she watched Jess's body unravel. Her center fluttered half-shut, pleasure blooming warm in her belly as Tommy's pace turned savage.

Jess's vocalism pitched higher, nearly crying out,"Fuck — fuck — yes — yes — oh fuck — I'm— I'm—"

Before she could even say it, her physical structure gave out — her pussy clenching heavily, a hot gush of liquid squirting out around his cock. She shrieked as the orgasm ripped through her, her legs trembling so violently she stumbled forward, crashing into the nightstand. The lamp toppled to the flooring with a softened thud.

Tommy caught her, didn't let her come — dragged her vertebral column onto the bed, flipped her onto her back, and pushed back inside her gazump snatch. She was still squirting, shaking, gasping as he fucked her through every aftershock.

"Tommy—oh god—please—fuck—fuck—"she babbled, words breaking into raw sounds.

He drove into her one conclusion clip — coxa slamming deep, dick pulsing dense inside her — and emptied himself, hot roach spilling so deeply she swore she could find it in her stomach. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every last cliff, her snatch flapping helplessly around him.

When he finally pulled out, his cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound that made her soundbox twitch. She whimpered, still sensitive, still raw. He collapsed beside her, one arm slung lazily across her shank, his body heavy and quick and undeniably there.

And Jess… couldn't speak. Not at first.

She stared ahead, eyes unfocused, brim parted, her body barely under her control. It was like she'd been electrocuted and blissfully wrecked all at once. Her snatch still fluttered with aftershocks, and the smell of sex hung thick in the air—hot, musky, feral.

"sanctum fuck…"she finally breathed, her voice hoarse, barely a voicelessness. She turned her head slowly toward him, eye spacious in stunned unbelief."Tommy…"

He didn't say anything—just looked back at her, chest rising and falling, his gaze still coloured and athirst even through the haze of orgasm.

Jess blinked, then let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head slightly."What the hell on earth was that ?"she asked, a dazed smiling tugging at her sass."You… you just destroyed me."

Tommy smirked, brushing a hand lazily down her breast."You said you wanted to experience it."

"I felt it,"she whispered."I still find it. Everywhere."

She rolled onto her plunk for slowly, carefully, her body aching in the most delicious ways. Her fingers found his thorax again, tracing faineant lot over the slick skin, needing to adjoin him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"piece of ass,"she murmured again, eyes roaming over his face, his jaw, his mouth."Why the infernal region did I ever let you go ?"

He just raised an eyebrow, silent.

Jess exhaled sharply, her expression softening."You're… not the same. I don't know who this man is—but I want him. God, I want him. I want more."

Her voice cracked with emotion, raw and reliable. She bit her lip, her eyes searching his.

"You fucked me like no one else ever has. You didn't just use my body, Tommy… you took ascendency of it. You owned it. You knew exactly what I needed—even when I didn't. And now…"

She looked away for a second, stunned by her own admission.

"Now I feel like I just woke up from some long-ass dream, and I'm lying next to the one guy I should've never let walk away."

There was no ribbing in her timbre anymore. No playful edge. Just awe. regret. And a desperate hunger that had shifted from purely strong-arm to something deeper.

She leaned in, pressing a diffused, godly candy kiss to his chest.

"You're not a boy anymore,"she whispered."You're a fucking god."

And in the press, Katherine's hand froze between her thigh, her sass parted in a breathless, fascinated smile.

Because this — this was exactly what she'd been waiting for.

The first to fall.

Jess was his now .