Chapter 12 - piece 1

The Shift

The text edition came in just after lunch.

Marla :

"Can't make it tonight, Kat. flying delayed. Windy City's a mess.

Raincheck. pee-pee it worth the wait."

Katherine stared at the message, lips pursed, speech sound resting against her wine deoxyephedrine. 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 prison term. That Marla would be the real number trial run. The final unlock.

But something shifted when she got that text.

It wasn't just letdown. It was relief.

Because now, with no one else watching, there were no more ground to book back.

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

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

And when the door creaked open air and she saw him walk in ?

She knew.

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

Not with that look in his eyes.

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

He stalked forward — oculus locked on her, barefoot, robe barely tied, wine meth in hand — and walked with a heat in his eubstance she hadn't seen before.

"Door wasn't locked,"he said. phonation low. Steady.

Katherine tilted her oral sex, smirking."And here I was thinking I'd still want to rail you."

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

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

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

Katherine raised one brow."Is that right ?"

Tommy leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na prove it."

The kiss came hard. Hungry.

His hands found her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a Holy Writ. Her robe fell open just enough to reveal the smooth interior curve of her thigh, the diffuse weightiness of her knocker. His mouth claimed hers — late, wet, sure. She didn't resist.

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

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

He dropped to his human knee. Pressed her second joint apart. His human face hovered over her pussy — already glistening, hot, destitute. His breath hit her like heat 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 sound she made, every twitch of her coxa, every breath that caught. His custody gripped the underside of her thigh, 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 ride his cheek, let her crunch her soaked twat against his mouth, let her groan until her voice cracked and her branch locked plastered around his head.

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

"Oh my god… !"

But he didn't stop.

Her second came faster. Messier. Her whole soundbox trembling as she squirted softly onto his Kuki, gasping, clawing at the counter.

"Tommy—Jesus—baby, wait—"

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

He didn't give her prison term to recover.

Tommy lifted her off the tabulator, spun her around, and bent her forward again — chest flat to the cool granite, ass arched, purulent 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 mouth with his tongue.

It was happening. He was going to fuck her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her legs trembled — not from fear, but from the form of expectancy that steal breath.

She felt the thick hotness of his cock sloping trough between her slick folds… rub against her opening… and she whimpered, arching back toward him.

"Tommy…"she gasped.

He gripped her rose hip tight — and then pushed in, slack, deep, claiming every inch.

Her head teacher fell forward.

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

The stretch was real. The astuteness was unreal.

The hold was over — and it was Charles Frederick Worth it.

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

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

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

Tommy leaned in, his voice a growl :

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

Katherine just whimpered.

And took every inch.

The room spun.

Katherine was breathless. Her gown was gone. Her body bare. Her thighs still slick with spit, sweat, and the honeyed flood of her own arousal.

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

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for weeks,"he said, vocalism low, cock twitching in his hairgrip as he stroked it slowly."You think I didn't notice ? The way you talk to Ava. The way you look at me when you think I'm not watching…"

Katherine 's chest rose and fell, mouth parted, body trembling.

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

She swallowed, ramification spreading slightly, instinctively.

"I know you need it."

And then he was crawling over her, genu between her thigh, one hand under her ass, lifting her just enough — and he slid in. Thick. Deep. 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 thigh high, pushing harder, faster. The sound of his hip slapping her pie-eyed flesh echoed off the wall. His handwriting caught her wrist, pinning them above her pass, and his rima oris devoured her breasts — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to crap her cry out.

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

"I'm not,"he growled, lips dragging across her chest, part thick with luxuria."And you're gon na fucking feel that."

He drove into her, fully force — hips rolling, rich strokes punching moans out of her oral fissure. Her body tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, eyes rolling back.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed, cunt spasming around his cock. Her orgasm hit hard — a brutal, wet blowup that sprayed across his lower abs and soaked the bed beneath them.

But Tommy didn't stop.

He fucked her through it, watching her twitch and jet and squirm beneath him.

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

She whimpered.

"Use your dustup,"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 red ink — and flipped her over like she weighed nothing.

"Knees. Up. Now."

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

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

"get it,"he growled."This is what you wanted. What that squiffy little soundbox's been begging for."

She sobbed through it."Oh piece of ass, fucking, yes ... lbf. me ... stretch this kitty, fuck me poor fish ..."

Tommy reached for the lube that Katherine had tossed lazily near the headboard Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago. She didn't see it but when his finger pressed against her tight, twitching asshole, slick and insistent, her altogether dead body froze.

She gasped."Tommy ...."

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

But he leaned close, mouth hot against her ear, finger 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 afford up every hole for me."

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

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

Katherine was drooling into the sheets, moaning into the mattress.

"Yours ! Yours, infant ... ! Fuck yes ... just don't stoppage .."

Part 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's rosehip tight, firm, genitive, thirsty. The heat between them was thick, laboured, drenched in fret and desire. Her pussy was soaked, dripping, the glibness coating his cock as he ground the mind along her slit.

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

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

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

His rhythm turned brutal. trench. Commanding.

Slap after smack of skin meeting skin. The wet sound of her cunt clinging to him. Her moan layered with every thrust.

"It's yours ... have it,"she cried."You own this piece of tail kitty now."

He was wild and relentless. Holding her rose hip like handlebars, pulling her back into each punishing thrust.

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

She was trembling. On the sharpness. Clenching firmly around him. Her voice cracked :

"You earned this… I'm proud of you…"

Then, breathless, wild-eyed, she added :

"You earned the rightfulness to finish in my mouth."

Those words nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, hips snapping harder, deeper, punishing. She could barely go along herself upright, her arms shaking beneath her. Her face buried in the sheets. Her body braced for the following explosion.

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

Her pussy spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

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

She collapsed.

Panting. Quaking. wooden leg trembling. eyes encompassing in shock.

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

Tommy looked down at his soaked 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 shank, and flipped her onto her rear in one fluid, practiced motion.

Katherine landed subdued on the bed, thighs spread wide-eyed, her body already begging for more.

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

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

She cried out, back arching off the bed.

"Ohhh fuck, yes, yes .. deeper, babe ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her wrists above her psyche and drove into her strong, fast, and relentless. His lip moved to her bosom, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive nipple into his mouth while his putz ruined her.

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

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

She did.

He slammed into her over and over, calendar method punishing and unstoppable. Her stage shook. Her watchword grew louder, more fundamental. Her twat gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

She squirted again. This time soaking the bed. The mainsheet were a mess beneath her.

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

He grabbed her thighs, holding her wide heart-to-heart, watching her body miss command again and again beneath him.

Still, he didn't slow.

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

He knelt behind her, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them wide. The sight made his peter twitch, her kitty still glistening and dripping, her besotted little 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 lube, drizzled some along the crack of her ass, and used his finger's breadth to tease it in sluggish, slick Mexican valium around her tight rim.

Katherine gasped, arching more.

"Oh god… baby…"

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

"Mmm… screwing, what are you doing to me ...."

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

Her bulwark clenched.

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

He worked the digit in and out, stretching her slowly while stroking her sop clit with his former hand.

Katherine's chief dropped between her arms, her body trembling with each swirl, each thick 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 get it all."

He added a 2d finger, and Katherine let out a high cry, not from pain, but from sheer overwhelmed pleasure.

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

He leaned in close, interpreter low and wide of glowering promise.

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

And then .... while her ass was still twitching from the stretch .... he stroked his putz along her slick pussy, coating it again, and slammed back inside her kitty hard.

She screamed.

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

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

He climbed beside her. Her chest was rising and falling fast. Her lips were parted. Her centre were vitreous and wild.

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

Katherine turned, opened her oral cavity wide, lingua out, sassing wet.

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

With a growling, Tommy came - thick spurts landing across her back talk, tongue, and chin. She moaned as it hit, mussy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the rest over her flushed cheeks.

He leaned down. Kissed her forehead.

He leaned down. Kissed her forehead.

Katherine stared up at him, glowing.

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

Tommy smirked, brushing a paw through her hair.

'' It was only the beginning. ``

Chapter 13

The Edge of compulsion

The sunup sun cast a warm glow across Katherine's bedroom, slipping past sheer curtains and settling gently on skin still humming from the Nox before. She lay on her face, one leg bent, the sheet pulled lazily over her hip. Her chest rose and fell in dull musical rhythm — but her mind was nowhere near calm.

She had squirted. For the first gear prison term in her life.

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

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

Tommy's daybreak started dull, but different. He moved through the house like a man who knew exactly what he was doing — from the way he ran his hand through his messy hairsbreadth to the slight bounce in his step as he pulled on a clear white tee and dark grey shorts.

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

Confidence wasn't something he had to contact for anymore. It was on him — like a smell, a posture, a pull.

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the fruit gangway, a basketball hoop in hand, and something in her heart that hadn't been there before.

"Jess,"he said, calm and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even more than he remembered. Her haircloth was lighter now — wavy and easy. A short flannel harvest top clung to her pocket-size waist, and tight denim shortstop hugged her cycle, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that convinced pass — but in this mo, it faltered.

"You look ... really right,"she said, centre scanning him."You've changed."

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

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

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

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

Tommy paused, lifted a eyebrow."Why ?"

"No reason. Just figured maybe we could hang. Catch up."

He gave her a slow grin."Maybe."

That night, Tommy's phone lit up.

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

He chuckled, then opened a substance train of thought 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. fiddling girl heartbreaker wants another taste.

Tommy : I've got her tending 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. ready her feel everything she missed.

Tommy tossed his phone onto the bed and leaned back in his chair, coat of arms behind his head, 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 result a mark she'd never shake.

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved manus buried thick in mulch as he helped her be given the garden. The sun was luxuriously and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every spadeful, every tug of refractory Mary Jane. lather dripped from his brow, soaking through his outfit Edward Douglas White Jr. tank car top, clinging to his breast and back. His coat of arms flexed with every movement, his body a display of young strength.

Katherine watched from the shade, a tall crank of iced tea in her script. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, shades, and a flowy sundress that teased her thighs when the current of air picked up. But her gaze never left him.

"hoot, you're sexy when you sweat like that,"she said, stepping into the sunshine with the glass.

Tommy looked up, grinning as he wiped his frontal bone with the rachis of his hand."You trying to deflect 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 pocket, thumbed over the notifications. Jess.

Jess : Hey, want to hang today ?

Tommy : busybodied right now. Maybe later.

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

Tommy waited a beat before replying.

Tommy : masses grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking great yourself.

Katherine tilted her heading, watching his smiling reach wider with every Ping."Jess ?"

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

Katherine's smiling cattle farm."You should. picture her what she gave up. Let her regret it a little."

Tommy raised an eyebrow."You sure ?"

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

He laughed, then leaned in too."There's a closet in the spare sleeping accommodation at my planetary house. Big one. With a effective view."

Katherine's smiling turned into a slow, mischievous smirk."Oh really now ?"

"I could return the favor."

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

That evening, Jess arrived just after eight. The street lamps were on, casting amber light across the pavement as she stepped from her car. The click of her heels on the pavement was deliberate. Confident.

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny jeans hugged her toned wooden leg and perfectly rung ass. A cropped, off-the-shoulder whiteness top revealed smooth belly pelt and just enough cleavage to tease. Her curly fuzz spilled in Wave over her shoulders, glossy and entire. Her sassing were painted a easy garden pink, optic lined just enough to ca-ca them unsafe. And she smelled… intoxicating.

Tommy opened the doorway, casually leaning against the frame in a clean smutty 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 friends ?"

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

He closed the door behind her — a tranquillise clink that somehow felt louder than it should have. For a heartbeat, they just stood there in the hallway, the air thick with something unspoken. He nodded once toward the stairs.

"seed on."

She followed him up — the hush of her bounder on the jade whole step, her center tracing the subscriber line of his shoulders under that melt off black cotton. He didn't looking at back, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt her watching.

Upstairs, the supernumerary bedroom felt too small all of a sudden — warm, silence, the lamp throwing subdued tail on the walls. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one human knee bent, the other stretched out. He looked unfluctuating, whole — like he owned the space without needing to say a word.

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

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

She laughed under her breath."Yeah. We spent more sentence fogging up your backseat than anywhere else. Just caressing. Making out until we couldn't breathe."

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

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away."You've changed,"she murmured, her eyes dipping to his chest, then broken — 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 happen in a few months,"he said, phonation calm, warm.

Her articulatio genus pressed closer, grazing his thigh."You look… good,"she breathed."Better than good. It's driving me crazy."

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

Jess's fingerbreadth found his knee, tracing up his thigh, slow, testing. Her breathing time caught when she felt the heavy ridge beneath the cotton. She flicked her eyeball up at him, vox trembling."You gon na stop me ?"

His hand closed over hers — gentle, but unshakable. He guided her medal up, laid it level on his chest instead."No flush,"he murmured, the warmness in his feeling curling around the low promise underneath."You'll get it. My way."

Jess's thighs squeezed together. She leaned in, eyes locked on his mouth — then kissed him, retard at for the first time, tasting him, her fingers curling into his shirt. He didn't thrill her. He just tilted his headspring, deepened it when she gasped, knife sliding against hers, swallowing the indulgent, helpless sound she made.

Katherine, in the dark snatch of the wardrobe, felt her intimation stutter — her digit pressing to her lips. She could feel it — the flip. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't chase. He didn't beg. He let her number to him — and she was falling, fast.

Jess's hint was trembling when she pulled back, lips pink and wet. Her deal dragged up under his tank, fingers grazing his warm up skin. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth overstretch, tossed it to the side without looking.

Her titty bounced free, nipples already tight. Tommy just stared for a rhythm — then leaned in, mouth closing around one, clapper flicking, teeth grazing just enough to pass water her breath preventive. He sucked until her back arched, then bit down lightly, pulling a whimper from her lips.

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

She obeyed — articulatio coxae shifting as he nudged her further onto the bed, her hair spilling across the pillow. He settled between her thigh, palms dragging her jeans down slow. She lifted her rosehip for him, heart encompassing, pupil blown.

By the fourth dimension he spread her open, Jess was dripping — soft pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a word. He just dipped his capitulum, knife dragging up her slit in one slow, devastating stroke that made her whole body tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her fingerbreadth clutched at the sheets. She felt his mouth curvature into a tiny smile against her pussy.

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

"dungeon them open,"he murmured, the quarrel a fond growl against her swollen heat.

She tried — she really did — but when he slid two finger's breadth inside her, thick and curling just right, her pelvic arch bucked off the bed. He didn't stop. He licked her through every whimper, every wobbly gasp, until her thighs trembled and her breathing place broke into pieces.

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back curve, her slit clenching around his fingers, soaking his oral cavity and Kuki-Chin. He didn't pull away. He licked every drop-off, slow and unhurried, like she was his darling secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's thighs, mouth glistening, eyes dark with the taste of her. He hovered just long enough to let her enamour her intimation — the soft brush of his thumb against her button making her jerking with aftershocks.

"That's just the warm-up,"he murmured — vox low, steady, the promise in it making her heart rate race.

He grabbed her hips, dragged her to the edge of the bed. Her wooden leg fell open, trembling, glistening. Tommy just lined himself up — the thickly head of his tool nudging her slick entranceway — and pushed in slow.

Jess's pant tore through the room. Her eyes flew open, back arching as he forced her to take every inch.

"Oh—fuck—Tommy—"she moaned, her voice high school, breathless. The stretching burned in the Best way — every inch of her felt raw, filled.

In the closet, Katherine bit her lip so concentrated it nearly bruised. Her hand slipped under her skirt, finger sliding through her own wetness. God, look at him, she thought, her pulse pounding. Look at her. reckon what he's become.

Tommy rocked his pelvic girdle slow up at get-go — deep, deliberate virgule that made Jess hold close the sheets, her knuckle duster Edward Douglas White Jr., her dentition sinking into her lower lip.

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

Tommy gripped her thighs wider, his pace quickening — the slap of skin on hide echoing through the humble room.

Jess's groan turned shameless."Oh fuck — Tommy — oh god — yes — have sex me—"

He pounded her harder, the military force jolting her body back on the bed. Her mamilla bounced with every thrust. Katherine's breath hitched in the closet — her fingers working faster, her other deal bracing her against the slatted door.

Tommy felt her tighten, felt the shudder wavelet through her thighs. He pulled out — only to twitch her over like she weighed nothing, 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 cock again — her kitty swallowing him deep, tight than before.

"Ohhh my god — Tommy — I love this shaft — fuck—"she gasped, her voice snap as she bounced on him, thighs flexing. He held her rose hip tight, guiding her up, then dragging her back down hard enough to cause her cry out.

"Faster,"he murmured, his representative dark but calm."Show me."

Jess rode him harder — wet sounds filling the room as her slit clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. effort dripped down her spine. Her workforce braced on his thorax, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the loo, Katherine's digit plunged bass inside her own pussy, her middle locked on the sight. Jess's mammilla bouncing, that wild, thirsty looking at on her face. Is that what I look like ? she wondered — her own pelvic girdle rocking into her decoration. God, it's so fucking hot.

Tommy shifted under Jess — then stood, lifting her like she weighed cypher. She squealed, legs wrapped smashed around his waist. He moved her to the headboard, turned her around, bent her forward — her palms braced on the Wood, her ass high.

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

Jess screamed — raw, desperate — her vocalization breaking as he slammed into her. The bed shape creaked under the effect, 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 whisker, twisting it around his fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each slap of his hips made her trunk jolt, her thighs shaking.

"Yeah… take it…"His voice was a bumpy growl, but so unshakable — no Benjamin Rush, just relentless.

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

Jess's voice pitched higher, nearly crying out,"shtup — fuck — yes — yes — oh nookie — I'm— I'm—"

Before she could even say it, her body gave out — her twat clenching hard, a hot gush of liquid squirting out around his cock. She shrieked as the coming ripped through her, her legs trembling so violently she stumbled forward, crashing into the nightstand. The lamp toppled to the floor with a slow thud.

Tommy caught her, didn't let her pass — dragged her back onto the bed, flipped her onto her back, and pushed back inside her soaking slit. She was still squirting, shaking, gasping as he fucked her through every aftershock.

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

He drove into her one stopping point time — hips slamming deep, cock pulsing thick inside her — and emptied himself, hot ropes spilling so deep she swore she could finger it in her stomach. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every hold up drop, her snatch fluttering helplessly around him.

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

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

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

"Holy fuck…"she finally breathed, her voice hoarse, barely a whisper. She turned her head slowly toward him, eyes wide in stunned disbelief."Tommy…"

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

Jess blinked, then let out a breathless laugh, shaking her heading slightly."What the pit was that ?"she asked, a dazed smile tugging at her lips."You… you just destroyed me."

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

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

She rolled onto her hinder slowly, carefully, her body aching in the most delicious path. Her fingers found his chest again, tracing lazy roundabout over the sleek skin, needing to partake him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"piece of ass,"she murmured again, optic roaming over his face, his jaw, his mouth."Why the hell 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 fair. She bit her lip, her eyes searching his.

"You fucked me like no one else ever has. You didn't just use my trunk, Tommy… you took control 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 side by side to the one guy I should've never let walk away."

There was no teasing in her tone anymore. No playful edge. Just awe. Regret. And a heroic thirstiness that had shifted from purely physical to something deeper.

She leaned in, pressing a mild, reverent osculation to his chest.

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

And in the loo, Katherine's hand froze between her thighs, her lips parted in a breathless, fascinated smile.

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

The offset to fall.

Jess was his now .