Chapter 12 - Part 1

The transformation

The text came in just after lunch.

Marla :

"Can't make it tonight, Kat. Flight delayed. Chicago's a mess.

Raincheck. spend a penny it worth the wait."

Katherine stared at the message, lips pursed, telephone set resting against her wine glass. Her robe slipped slightly off her berm, 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 final unlock.

But something shifted when she got that text.

It wasn't just disappointment. It was relief.

Because now, with no one else watching, there were no more rationality to take for back.

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

She just poured another glassful, turned on soft medicine, and waited — legs bare, gown untied beneath the waist. Letting the nighttime write itself.

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

She knew.

Katherine wasn't expecting him to take the air in like that.

Not with that expression in his eyes.

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

He stalked forward — centre locked on her, barefoot, robe barely tied, wine-colored glass in handwriting — and walked with a heat in his body she hadn't seen before.

"doorway wasn't locked,"he said. interpreter low. Steady.

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

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

He took the chicken feed 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 breathing space warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na turn up it."

The kiss came hard. Hungry.

His mitt found her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a word. Her robe fell open just enough to reveal the smooth inner curve of her thigh, the soft weighting of her titty. His rima oris claimed hers — abstruse, 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 facial expression hovered over her pussy — already glistening, hot, destitute. His breath hit her alike heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his clapper was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was slower now. More deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every auditory sensation she made, every twitch of her coxa, every breath that caught. His hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, spreading her wider, anchoring her open.

Katherine bucked.

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

He didn't.

He licked her with purpose. Let her ride his face, let her fag her soaked pussy against his mouth, let her moan until her voice cracked and her ramification locked tight around his head.

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

"Oh my god… !"

But he didn't stop.

Her second came faster. Messier. Her whole 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 time to recover.

Tommy lifted her off the counter, spun her around, and bent her forward again — chest of drawers 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 bang her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her legs trembled — not from awe, but from the kind of anticipation that steal breath.

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

"Tommy…"she gasped.

He gripped her hips tight — and then pushed in, slow, deep, claiming every inch.

Her psyche fell forward.

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

The stretchiness was material. The profoundness 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 produce — and his stopcock was wrecking her just like she fantasized.

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

He slammed again, harder. The strait echoed. Her bosom 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 elbow room spun.

Katherine was breathless. Her robe was gone. Her body bare. Her second joint still slick with expectoration, sweat, and the syrupy flood of her own arousal.

Tommy stood at the edge of the bed — big-shouldered, flushed, cock glistening from her oral cavity and puss. The way he looked at her now… it wasn't awe.

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for workweek,"he said, interpreter low, peter twitching in his grip 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, lips parted, physical structure 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 between her thighs, one mitt under her ass, lifting her just decent — and he slid in. Thick. Deep. Slowly. Until their hip joint 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 second joint high, pushing harder, faster. The sound of his hips slapping her soaked flesh echoed off the walls. His hired hand caught her wrists, pinning them above her psyche, and his oral cavity devoured her titty — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to make her cry out.

"You're not the same boy,"she gasped, eyes extensive, body jerking under him.

"I'm not,"he growled, sass dragging across her chest, articulation thick with lust."And you're gon na fucking finger that."

He drove into her, full force — hips wheeling, mystifying throw punching groan out of her mouth. Her body tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, middle rolling back.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed, pussy spasming around his cock. Her coming hit punishing — a brutal, wet explosion 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 squirt and worm beneath him.

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

She whimpered.

"Use your words,"he demanded.

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

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

"Knees. Up. Now."

Katherine obeyed, trembling, crawling forward, arching her spinal column like a adulteress in heat.

He grabbed her hips, dragged her to the edge, and pounded back into her, from behind, mystifying than before. His balls slapped against her soaked clitoris, her dead body jerking forward with every thrust.

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

She sobbed through it."Oh screwing, screwing, yes ... Ezra Pound me ... stretching this pussy, have a go at it me stupid ..."

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 tight, twitching asshole, slick and insistent, her whole body froze.

She gasped."Tommy ...."

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

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

"You will be."

His shaft never stopped moving, his regular recurrence stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his digit just inside, just enough to make her cry out.

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

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

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

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

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

section 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's hip joint tight, firm, possessive, athirst. The heat between them was thick, punishing, drenched in swither and desire. Her pussy was soaked, dripping, the slickness coating his cock as he ground the headspring along her slit.

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

Her ass clapped loud against his second joint. The strait echoed through the house.

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

His rhythm turned brutal. Deep. Commanding.

Slap after smack of shinny meeting cutis. The wet audio of her cunt clinging to him. Her moans layered with every thrust.

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

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

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

She was trembling. On the bound. Clenching concentrated around him. Her voice cracked :

"You earned this… I'm proud of you…"

Then, breathless, quixotic, she added :

"You earned the right to finish 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 prevent herself upright, her branch shaking beneath her. Her brass buried in the sheets. Her dead body braced for the next explosion.

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

Her slit spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

She let out a thigh-slapper, and suddenly — with force and oestrus — a stream of liquidity shot up from her, squirting hard into the air and drenching Tommy's chest.

She collapsed.

heaving. Quaking. Legs trembling. eye astray in shock.

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

Tommy looked down at his soaked thorax and grinned like a man reborn.

"You just squirted all over me."

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

But he wasn't done.

He reached down, gripped her by the waist, and flipped her onto her backbone in one fluid, practiced motion.

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

Tommy knelt between her wooden leg, center 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 fucking, yes, yes .. deeper, sister ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

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

"You're not the Lapp boy,"she gasped, barely able-bodied to breathe.

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

She did.

He slammed into her over and over, rhythm heavy and unstoppable. Her peg shook. Her cries grew cheap, Sir Thomas More primal. Her cunt gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

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

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

He grabbed her thighs, holding her all-embracing unfastened, watching her body suffer control again and again beneath him.

Still, he didn't slow.

Tommy flipped her once more - onto all quaternary. Her ass raised richly, 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 full. The mass made his tool twitch, her pussy still glistening and dripping, her tight little hole exposed, fluttering slightly from how wrecked she already was.

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

He reached for the lubricator, drizzled some along the crack of her ass, and used his finger's breadth to tease it in slow, sleek down 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… roll in the hay, what are you doing to me ...."

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

Her paries clenched.

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

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

Katherine's head dropped between her weapon system, her organic structure trembling with each convolution, each mystifying 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 take it all."

He added a indorsement fingerbreadth, and Katherine let out a high cry, not from pain, but from sheer overwhelmed pleasure.

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

He leaned in close, representative low and full of dark promise.

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

And then .... while her ass was still twitching from the stretch .... he stroked his cock along her guileful twat, coating it again, and slammed back inside her pussy 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 lips were parted. Her eyes were glassy and wild.

Tommy stroked himself - slow and voiceless - just inches from her face.

Katherine turned, opened her sassing wide, tongue out, back talk wet.

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

With a growling, Tommy came - thick spurt landing across her back talk, spit, and mentum. She moaned as it hit, messy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the repose over her rose-cheeked 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 deal through her hair.

'' It was only the commencement. ``

Chapter 13

The bound of obsession

The morning sun cast a warm lambency across Katherine's bedroom, slipping past sheer curtains and settling gently on skin still humming from the night before. She lay on her position, one leg bent, the sheet of paper pulled lazily over her hips. Her chest rose and fell in slow rhythm — but her creative thinker was nowhere near calm.

She had squirted. For the first meter in her life.

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

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

Tommy's morning started slow, but dissimilar. 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 hair to the slight leap in his step as he pulled on a clean white tee and dark grey shorts.

He grabbed his samara and headed out for errands. Grocery store, protein wag, a trim 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 reach 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 basket in hand, and something in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Jess,"he said, composure and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even more than he remembered. Her hair was lighter now — wavy and indulgent. A short white crop top clung to her small shank, and close dungaree underdrawers hugged her round, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that confident walk — but in this bit, it faltered.

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

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

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

"Well,"he said, dropping the piddle into his basketball hoop,"enjoy the visit."

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

Tommy paused, lifted a hilltop."Why ?"

"No reason. Just figured maybe we could fall. view up."

He gave her a slow grin."Maybe."

That night, Tommy's phone lit up.

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

He chuckled, then opened a message ribbon 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 string up out. Texted me just now.

Katherine : Well well. trivial 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 : appearance her. Make her spirit everything she missed.

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

binding 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 deal buried deep in mulch as he helped her tend the garden. The sun was high and stern, glistening off his pelt with every digger, every tug of stubborn pot. fret dripped from his brow, soaking through his agree ovalbumin armoured combat vehicle top, clinging to his bureau and back. His arms flexed with every movement, his dead body a display of youthful strength.

Katherine watched from the shade, a marvellous meth of iced tea in her hand. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her thighs when the wind instrument picked up. But her regard never left him.

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

Tommy looked up, grinning as he wiped his forehead with the backbone of his hand."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 pouch, thumbed over the telling. Jess.

Jess : Hey, want to string up today ?

Tommy : occupy 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 beatnik before replying.

Tommy : People grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking big yourself.

Katherine tilted her head word, watching his smiling stretch wider with every Ping River."Jess ?"

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

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

Tommy raised an eyebrow."You sure ?"

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

He laughed, then leaned in too."There's a closet in the spare part bedroom at my sign. Big one. With a good view."

Katherine's smile turned into a dumb, impish smirk."Oh really now ?"

"I could reelect the favor."

She sipped her frost tea, her eye never leaving his."I like this version of you, Tommy."

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

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny jeans hugged her toned peg and perfectly circular ass. A cropped, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly skin and just enough cleavage to twit. Her curly hair spilled in waves over her berm, glossy and total. Her backtalk were painted a soft pinko, eyes lined just enough to urinate them severe. And she smelled… intoxicating.

Tommy opened the door, casually leaning against the anatomy in a scavenge 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 bring down old Friend ?"

She laughed, the sound easygoing and knowing."Only the peculiar ones."

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

"ejaculate on."

She followed him up — the hush of her heels on the hold out steps, her eye tracing the telephone circuit of his shoulder joint under that reduce black cotton fiber. He didn't look back, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt her watching.

Upstairs, the surplus sleeping accommodation felt too minor all of a sudden — warm, quiet, the lamp throwing sonant tincture on the bulwark. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one genu bent, the other stretched out. He looked steady, solid — like he owned the outer 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 back talk."Funny… we never did this before."

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

She laughed under her breath."Yeah. We spent more time fogging up your backseat than anywhere else. Just cuddling. 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 lower — catching the compact shape pressing against the soft fabric of his joggers. He didn't adjust. Didn't restlessness. Just let her see it.

"Lot can happen in a few month,"he said, vocalization calm, warm.

Her stifle pressed nigh, grazing his thigh."You look… dear,"she breathed."Better than dependable. It's driving me crazy."

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

Jess's digit found his knee, tracing up his thigh, slow, testing. Her breath caught when she felt the overweight rooftree beneath the cotton. She flicked her eye up at him, voice trembling."You gon na lay off me ?"

His deal closed over hers — aristocratical, but unshakable. He guided her palm up, laid it flat on his chest instead."No rush,"he murmured, the fondness in his timber curling around the low hope underneath."You'll get it. My way."

Jess's thighs squeezed together. She leaned in, centre locked on his mouth — then kissed him, slack at first, tasting him, her fingers curling into his shirt. He didn't haste her. He just tilted his head, deepened it when she gasped, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing the easygoing, helpless auditory sensation she made.

Katherine, in the glowering snatch of the cupboard, felt her breath stutter — her fingers pressing to her lips. She could finger it — the flip. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't chase. He didn't beg. He let her come to him — and she was falling, fast.

Jess's breath was shaky when she pulled back, lips pink and wet. Her hand dragged up under his armored combat vehicle, fingers grazing his warm skin. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth take out, tossed it to the side of meat without looking.

Her tits bounced free, nipples already tight. Tommy just stared for a beat — then leaned in, oral cavity closure around one, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her breathing spell hitch. He sucked until her back arched, then bit down lightly, pulling a whine from her lips.

When he pulled back, his voice was rough 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 second joint, palm dragging her denim down slow. She lifted her rosehip for him, eyes wide, pupils blown.

By the time he spread her open, Jess was dripping — sonant pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a password. He just dipped his head, tongue dragging up her prick in one slow, devastating stroke that made her whole body tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her digit clutched at the sheets. She felt his mouth curve into a tiny grinning against her pussy.

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

"donjon them undefended,"he murmured, the Word of God a lovesome growl against her tumesce heat.

She tried — she really did — but when he slid two fingers inside her, rich and curling just right, her hip bucked off the bed. He didn't stop. He licked her through every whimper, every trembling gasp, until her thigh trembled and her breath broke into pieces.

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back arch, her purulent clenching around his fingers, soaking his mouth and Chin. He didn't wrench away. He licked every drop curtain, slow and unhurried, like she was his dearie secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's second joint, mouth glistening, eyes dark with the appreciation of her. He hovered just long enough to let her enamor her breath — the soft encounter of his thumb against her clitoris making her jerk with aftershocks.

"That's just the tune-up,"he murmured — part low, steady, the hope in it making her pulse race.

He grabbed her hips, dragged her to the edge of the bed. Her legs fell open, trembling, glistening. Tommy just lined himself up — the blockheaded head of his cock nudging her foxy entryway — and pushed in slow.

Jess's gasp tore through the room. Her eyes flew exposed, back arching as he forced her to select every inch.

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

In the closet, Katherine bit her lip so operose it nearly bruised. Her hand slipped under her dame, fingers sliding through her own wetness. God, look at him, she thought, her pulsation pounding. Look at her. bet what he's become.

Tommy rocked his pelvic arch slack at first — trench, debate slash that made Jess hold close the canvas, her metacarpophalangeal joint white, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

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

Tommy gripped her second joint wider, his tempo quickening — the smack of peel on skin echoing through the small room.

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

He pounded her harder, the force play jolting her body back on the bed. Her tits bounced with every push. Katherine's breathing time hitched in the loo — her fingers working faster, her other hand bracing her against the slatted door.

Tommy felt her tighten, felt the shudder ripple through her thigh. He pulled out — only to flick her over like she weighed nothing, hauling her up onto his lap as he sat back on the edge of the bed.

Jess straddled him, already whimpering as she sank down on his cock again — her pussycat swallowing him trench, wetter than before.

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

"Faster,"he murmured, his spokesperson night but calm."appearance me."

Jess rode him harder — wet sounds filling the room as her pussy clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. sudor dripped down her acantha. Her hands braced on his chest, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the closet, Katherine's finger's breadth plunged oceanic abyss inside her own pussy, her center locked on the sight. Jess's tits bouncing, that hazardous, thirsty look on her face. Is that what I look like ? she wondered — her own rosehip rocking into her palm. God, it's so fucking hot.

Tommy shifted under Jess — then stood, lifting her like she weighed cypher. She squealed, ramification wrapped tight around his shank. He moved her to the headboard, turned her around, bent her forward — her ribbon braced on the Ellen Price Wood, her ass high.

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

Jess screamed — raw, heroic — her voice 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 — shtup — fuck — ohhhh fuck— !"

He grabbed her hair's-breadth, twisting it around his fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each smacking of his pelvic arch made her torso saccade, her thigh shaking.

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

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

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

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

Tommy caught her, didn't let her go down — dragged her rear onto the bed, flipped her onto her back, and pushed back inside her soaking pussy. 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 last time — hips slamming deep, cock pulsing thick-skulled inside her — and emptied himself, hot ropes spilling so deeply she swore she could feel it in her stomach. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every last drop, her snatch fluttering helplessly around him.

When he finally pulled out, his tool slipped free with a wet, obscene audio that made her soundbox twitch. She whimpered, still sensitive, still raw. He collapsed beside her, one arm slung lazily across her waist, his organic structure heavy and affectionate and undeniably there.

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy smirked, brushing a helping hand lazily down her dresser."You said you wanted to palpate it."

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

She rolled onto her backrest slowly, carefully, her body aching in the most yummy fashion. Her finger's breadth found his chest again, tracing lazy circles over the sleek pelt, needing to bear on him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"fuck,"she murmured again, eyes 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 like. 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 honest. 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 following to the one guy I should've never let take the air away."

There was no tantalization in her whole tone anymore. No playful border. Just awe. Regret. And a desperate hunger that had shifted from purely strong-arm to something deeper.

She leaned in, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to his chest.

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

And in the W.C., Katherine's hand froze between her thigh, her lips 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 .