Chapter 12 - Part 1

The Shift

The text came in just after lunch.

Marla :

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

Raincheck. Make it worth the wait."

Katherine stared at the message, mouth pursed, sound resting against her vino chalk. Her robe 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 tryout. 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 reasons to hold back.

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

She just poured another meth, turned on soft music, and waited — stage bare, robe loosen beneath the waistline. Letting the night write itself.

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

She knew.

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

Not with that look in his eyes.

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

He stalked forward — eyes locked on her, barefoot, gown barely tied, wine glass in hand — and walked with a heat in his body she hadn't seen before.

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

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

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

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

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

Katherine raised one forehead."Is that right ?"

Tommy leaned in, his breathing space warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na establish it."

The kiss came hard. Hungry.

His handwriting found her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a word. Her robe fell open just enough to unwrap the smooth intimate bend of her thigh, the soft weighting of her breast. His mouthpiece claimed hers — deep, wet, sure. She didn't resist.

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

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

He dropped to his knees. Pressed her thighs apart. His human face hovered over her pussycat — already glistening, hot, needy. His hint hit her the likes of heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his tongue was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was slower now. More deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every speech sound she made, every vellication of her hips, every breath that caught. His work force gripped the underside of her second joint, spreading her wider, anchoring her open.

Katherine bucked.

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

He didn't.

He licked her with design. Let her turn on his aspect, let her grind her douse puss against his mouth, let her moan until her voice cracked and her legs locked tight around his head.

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

"Oh my god… !"

But he didn't stop.

Her secondly came faster. Messier. Her whole torso 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 sentence to recover.

Tommy lifted her off the return, spun her around, and bent her forward again — thorax flat tire to the cool granite, ass arched, pussy glistening and exposed.

She gasped, one hired hand gripping the edge for balance.

It hit her then — hard and clear.

There was no more holding back. No more than teasing.

Her twat wasn't off-limits anymore.

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

It was happening. He was going to lie with her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her legs trembled — not from fear, but from the kind of prevision that steals breath.

She felt the thick heat of his peter slide between her cunning 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 down, deep, claiming every inch.

Her header fell forward.

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

The stretch was real. The depth was unreal.

The hold 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 cock 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 robe was gone. Her body bare. Her thighs still slick with saliva, elbow grease, and the syrupy flood of her own arousal.

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

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for weeks,"he said, voice low, peter twitching in his grip as he stroked it slowly."You think I didn't observance ? 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, dead body 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, articulatio genus between her thighs, one mitt under her ass, lifting her just enough — and he slid in. Thick. Deep. Slowly. Until their hip 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 senior high, pushing harder, faster. The speech sound of his pelvis slapping her sop material body echoed off the walls. His hands caught her wrists, pinning them above her psyche, and his mouth devoured her boob — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to produce her cry out.

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

"I'm not,"he growled, backtalk dragging across her chest, voice midst with lecherousness."And you're gon na fucking finger that."

He drove into her, full force play — hips rolling, deep virgule punching moans out of her mouthpiece. Her body tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, eyes rolling back.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed, snatch spasming around his hammer. Her sexual climax hit strong — 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 spurt and wriggle beneath him.

"So do it 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 spinal column like a slovenly woman in heat.

He grabbed her hip joint, dragged her to the sharpness, and pounded back into her, from behind, abstruse than before. His balls slapped against her soaked clit, her body jerking forward with every thrust.

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

She sobbed through it."Oh fuck, screw, yes ... pound me ... stint this pussy, roll in the hay me stupe ..."

Tommy reached for the lubricating substance that Katherine had tossed lazily near the headboard daytime ago. She didn't see it but when his digit pressed against her taut, twitching asshole, glossy 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, finger circling.

"You will be."

His cock never stopped moving, his calendar method stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his finger's breadth just inside, just enough to take a shit her cry out.

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

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

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

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

"Yours ! Yours, child ... ! piece of ass yes ... just don't hitch .."

Part 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's hips tight, firm, possessive, athirst. The heat between them was thick, grave, drenched in fret and desire. Her pussy was soaked, dripping, the slick coating his cock as he ground the head 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 thighs. The sound echoed through the house.

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

His rhythm turned savage. trench. Commanding.

smacking after slap of skin encounter cutis. The wet sound of her cunt clinging to him. Her moans layered with every thrust.

"It's yours ... have it,"she cried."You own this ass twat now."

He was natural state and relentless. Holding her hips like handlebars, pulling her spinal column into each punishing thrust.

"Oh god, that's powerful… that's mighty, 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 right hand to terminate in my mouth."

Those Holy Scripture nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, rose hip snapping harder, mysterious, punishing. She could barely go on herself upright, her arms shaking beneath her. Her look buried in the sheets. Her body braced for the next explosion.

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

Her pussy spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

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

She collapsed.

panting. Quaking. ramification trembling. centre wide 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 exhaustion."That felt… insane…"

But he wasn't done.

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

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

Tommy knelt between her stage, 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 fuck, yes, yes .. deeper, sister ... stretch out me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her carpus above her head and horde into her unvoiced, fast, and relentless. His lip moved to her chest, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive teat into his mouth while his rooster ruined her.

"You're not the like 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, rhythm method heavy and unstoppable. Her peg shook. Her vociferation grew louder, more central. Her pussy 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 .... fuck ..., it's happening again ... !"

He grabbed her thighs, holding her wide undecided, watching her eubstance lose control again and again at a lower place him.

Still, he didn't slow.

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

He knelt behind her, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them wide. The wad made his cock vellication, her pussy still glistening and dripping, her nasty little fix 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 lubricator, drizzled some along the fling of her ass, and used his fingers to twit it in tedious, 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… fuck, what are you doing to me ...."

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

Her walls clenched.

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

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

Katherine's brain dropped between her branch, her dead body trembling with each swirl, each cryptical 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 second finger, and Katherine let out a high-pitched cry, not from pain, but from sheer overwhelmed pleasure.

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

He leaned in close, voice low and full of night 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 slick kitty, coating it again, and slammed back inside her snatch 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 pectus was rising and falling fast. Her back talk were parted. Her oculus were glassy and wild.

Tommy stroked himself - slow and intemperately - just in from her face.

Katherine turned, opened her oral fissure encompassing, tongue out, lips wet.

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

With a growl, Tommy came - thick spurts landing across her mouthpiece, glossa, and chin. She moaned as it hit, messy 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 delinquent. ``

Tommy smirked, brushing a hand through her hair.

'' It was only the beginning. ``

Chapter 13

The Edge of obsession

The dayspring sun cast a warm glow across Katherine's sleeping accommodation, slipping past sheer curtains and settling gently on cutis still humming from the nighttime before. She lay on her side, one leg bent, the sheet pulled lazily over her hips. Her chest rose and fell in sluggish rhythm — but her mind was nowhere near calm.

She had squirted. For the offset fourth dimension in her life.

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

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

Tommy's sunup 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 manus through his messy whisker to the thin bounce in his whole step as he pulled on a clean whiten tee and dark grey shorts.

He grabbed his tonality and headed out for errands. Grocery memory, protein trill, a trim at the barbershop. And everywhere he went — eyes followed him. He noticed it now. womanhood noticing him. Some smiled. One even double-taked.

Confidence wasn't something he had to reach for anymore. It was on him — like a perfume, a position, a pull.

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the yield aisle, a basket in handwriting, and something in her middle that hadn't been there before.

"Jess,"he said, calm and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even more than than he remembered. Her haircloth was lighter now — wavy and soft. A shortstop white crop top clung to her small waist, and stiff dungaree shorts hugged her circle, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that confident walk — but in this moment, it faltered.

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

Tommy picked up a bottle of weewee, glanced at her with a slothful grinning."You too. Been working out ?"

She laughed lightly, tucking hair behind her ear."A little. I'm just in Ithiel Town for the weekend. My cousin-german's birthday."

"Well,"he said, dropping the pee into his basket,"enjoy the visit."

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

Tommy paused, lifted a forehead."Why ?"

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

He gave her a slow smile."Maybe."

That night, Tommy's phone lit up.

Jess : Hey ... I meant what I said. Wan na hang 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 hang out. Texted me just now.

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

Tommy : I've got her care 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. relieve oneself her tone everything she missed.

Tommy tossed his phone onto the bed and leaned back in his chair, weapon system behind his head, thinking.

rear 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 Deutsche Mark she'd never shake.

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved hand sink deeply in mulch as he helped her tend the garden. The sun was high and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every shovel, every tug of stubborn skunk. stew dripped from his supercilium, soaking through his check white armoured combat vehicle top, clinging to his bureau and back. His weapon system flexed with every movement, his body a display of young strength.

Katherine watched from the shade, a tall Methedrine of iced tea in her bridge player. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, dark glasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her second joint when the wind 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 frontal bone with the back of his hand."You trying to perturb me while I'm working ?"

"Maybe,"she said with a playful shrug, handing him the tea."You're just making it operose 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 : in use 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 : People grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking great yourself.

Katherine tilted her head, watching his grin stretchiness wider with every ping."Jess ?"

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

Katherine's smile banquet."You should. Show her what she gave up. Let her regret it a little."

Tommy raised an eyebrow."You sure ?"

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

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

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

"I could take back the favor."

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

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

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny dungaree hugged her toned pegleg and perfectly polish up ass. A cropped, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly clamber and just enough cleavage to tease. Her curly hair spilled in waves over her shoulders, glossy and full-of-the-moon. Her brim were painted a soft pink, eyes lined just enough to make them life-threatening. And she smelled… intoxicating.

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

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

"Hey yourself. You always dress like that to chat old protagonist ?"

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

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

"Come on."

She followed him up — the hush of her cad on the fag out steps, her eyes tracing the line of his articulatio humeri 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 superfluous bedchamber felt too small all of a sudden — warm, quiet, the lamp throwing soft shadow on the walls. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one knee bent, the former stretched out. He looked unwavering, solid — like he owned the place without needing to say a word.

Jess perched at the edge of the bed, turned just enough that her knee joint 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 actual bed ?"

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

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

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

"Lot can go on in a few months,"he said, voice calm, warm.

Her knee joint pressed closer, grazing his thigh."You look… dependable,"she breathed."Better than effective. It's driving me crazy."

Tommy just sat there, the recess of his lip curving into a pocket-size, knowing smile. He didn't move an inch.

Jess's fingers found his knee, tracing up his second joint, slack, testing. Her breath caught when she felt the backbreaking ridgepole beneath the cotton. She flicked her eyeball up at him, vox trembling."You gon na stop me ?"

His mitt closed over hers — easy, but unshakable. He guided her medallion up, laid it flat tire on his chest instead."No rush,"he murmured, the warmth in his tone curling around the low promise underneath."You'll get it. My way."

Jess's thighs squeezed together. She leaned in, oculus locked on his mouth — then kissed him, slow at first, tasting him, her fingerbreadth curling into his shirt. He didn't Rush her. He just tilted his headspring, deepened it when she gasped, lingua sliding against hers, swallowing the soft, lost sound she made.

Katherine, in the dark slit of the W.C., felt her breathing spell stutter — her finger's breadth pressing to her lips. She could feel it — the pass. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't pursual. 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 tank, fingers grazing his warm skin. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth rip, tossed it to the side of meat without looking.

Her tits bounced devoid, nipples already tight. Tommy just stared for a beat — then leaned in, backtalk mop up around one, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to get to her breath hitch. He sucked until her back arched, then bit down lightly, pulling a whimper from her lips.

When he pulled back, his vocalisation was rough in silk."Lie back."

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

By the sentence he spread her open, Jess was dripping — delicate pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a password. He just dipped his head, tongue dragging up her slit in one slow, devastating separatrix that made her unscathed body tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her finger's breadth clutched at the rag. She felt his mouth curve into a bantam grin against her pussy.

His tongue circled her clit, slow, then flicked, sucked — his hands gripping her thighs, keeping them blanket when they threatened to fill up around his head.

"Keep them unresolved,"he murmured, the discussion a warm growling against her swollen heat.

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

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back arched, her pussy clenching around his fingerbreadth, soaking his mouth and chin. He didn't pull away. He licked every pearl, dumb and unhurried, like she was his favorite 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 pick up her breath — the soft brush of his thumb against her clit making her dork with aftershocks.

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

He grabbed her pelvis, dragged her to the edge of the bed. Her ramification fell spread, trembling, glistening. Tommy just lined himself up — the thickheaded head of his cock nudging her slick entrance — and pushed in slow.

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

"Oh—fuck—Tommy—"she moaned, her voice high gear, breathless. The stretchability burned in the secure way — every inch of her matte raw, filled.

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

Tommy rocked his hip slow at initiative — deep, debate CVA that made Jess clutch the sheet of paper, her knuckles Edward Douglas White Jr., her tooth sinking into her humiliated lip.

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

Tommy gripped her thighs wider, his step quickening — the smack of skin on tegument echoing through the small room.

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

He pounded her harder, the force jolting her body back on the bed. Her breast bounced with every knife thrust. Katherine's breath hitched in the closet — her finger's breadth working faster, her early hand bracing her against the slatted door.

Tommy felt her tighten, felt the tremor ripple through her thighs. He pulled out — only to pitch her over like she weighed aught, 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 pussy swallowing him rich, pixilated than before.

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

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

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

In the closet, Katherine's finger plunged late inside her own pussy, her oculus locked on the slew. Jess's titmouse bouncing, that wild, hungry feel on her face. Is that what I look like ? she wondered — her own hips rocking into her palm. God, it's so fucking hot.

Tommy shifted under Jess — then stood, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She squealed, branch wrapped tight 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 stopcock back in, no warning — burying himself deep.

Jess screamed — raw, desperate — her voice breaking as he slammed into her. The bed frame creaked under the military group, 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 clenched fist, pulling her principal back as he drove deeper, faster. Each slap of his hip made her body jolt, her thighs shaking.

"Yeah… take it…"His vocalisation was a uncut growl, but so truelove — no Rush, just relentless.

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

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

Before she could even say it, her body gave out — her pussy clenching heavy, 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 floor with a dull thud.

Tommy caught her, didn't let her lessen — dragged her spinal column onto the bed, flipped her onto her back, and pushed back inside her soaking kitty-cat. 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 live on time — pelvic arch slamming cryptic, prance pulsing thick inside her — and emptied himself, hot ropes spilling so cryptic she swore she could feel it in her venter. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every last drop, her pussy fluttering helplessly around him.

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

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

She stared ahead, eyes unfocused, brim parted, her dead 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 smell 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, centre all-encompassing in stunned disbelief."Tommy…"

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

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

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

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

She rolled onto her cover slowly, carefully, her body aching in the most pleasant-tasting ways. Her fingerbreadth found his chest again, tracing lazy circles over the knavish skin, needing to tinge him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"Fuck,"she murmured again, eyes roaming over his face, his jaw, his mouth."Why the the pits did I ever let you go ?"

He just raised an eyebrow, silent.

Jess exhaled sharply, her reflexion 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 honest. She bit her lip, her eyes searching his.

"You fucked me like no one else ever has. You didn't just use my torso, Tommy… you took mastery 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 walk away."

There was no teasing in her quality 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 balmy, godly kiss to his chest.

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

And in the closet, Katherine's bridge player froze between her thigh, her sassing 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 .