Chapter 12 - division 1

The Shift

The text came in just after lunch.

Marla :

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

Raincheck. cause it worth the wait."

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

All calendar 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 exam. The concluding 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 understanding to harbor back.

Katherine didn't get off a response. She didn't warn Tommy.

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

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

She knew.

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

Not with that feel in his eyes.

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

He stalked forward — eyes locked on her, barefoot, robe 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 head word, smirking."And here I was thinking I'd still require to cultivate 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 training,"he said."You said I was yours."

Katherine raised one forehead."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 intelligence. Her gown fell capable just enough to bring out the smooth interior curve of her thigh, the indulgent weighting of her titty. His mouth claimed hers — thick, wet, for certain. 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 second joint apart. His typeface hovered over her purulent — already glistening, hot, indigent. His breath hit her corresponding heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his spit 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 hips, every breath that caught. His manus gripped the bottom 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 drive his facial expression, let her grate her sloshed pussy against his mouth, let her moan until her voice cracked and her branch locked tight around his head.

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

"Oh my god… !"

But he didn't stop.

Her indorse came faster. Messier. Her whole body 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 clock time to recover.

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

She gasped, one hand gripping the bound for balance.

It hit her then — hard and clear.

There was no more holding back. No more teasing.

Her slit 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 get it on her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her wooden leg trembled — not from care, but from the kind of expectation that steals breath.

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

"Tommy…"she gasped.

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

Her head fell forward.

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

The stretch was existent. The deepness was unreal.

The wait 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 cock 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 room spun.

Katherine was breathless. Her robe was gone. Her body bare. Her thighs still slick with spit, travail, and the saccharine flood of her own arousal.

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

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for calendar week,"he said, articulation low, cock 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 thorax rose and fell, lips parted, 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, knee between her second joint, one bridge player under her ass, lifting her just enough — and he slid in. thick. Deep. Slowly. Until their pelvic arch met and she gasped like she'd been stabbed with pleasure.

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

Tommy grunted, pulling her thighs highschool, pushing harder, faster. The sound of his hips slapping her soaked material body echoed off the walls. His hands caught her wrists, pinning them above her head, and his mouth devoured her breasts — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to make her cry out.

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

"I'm not,"he growled, mouth dragging across her bureau, representative thick with lust."And you're gon na fucking feel that."

He drove into her, full force — hips rolling, deep virgule punching groan out of her mouth. Her eubstance tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, optic rolling back.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed, twat spasming around his cock. Her sexual climax hit arduous — a brutal, wet explosion that sprayed across his humble abs and soaked the bed beneath them.

But Tommy didn't stop.

He fucked her through it, watching her twitching and squirt and writhe beneath him.

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

She whimpered.

"Use your words,"he demanded.

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

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

"Knees. Up. Now."

Katherine obeyed, trembling, crawling forward, arching her spine like a slut in heat.

He grabbed her hips, dragged her to the boundary, and pounded back into her, from behind, deep than before. His musket ball slapped against her soaked clit, her body jerking forward with every thrust.

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

She sobbed through it."Oh fuck, fuck, yes ... pound me ... stretchability this twat, fuck me pudding head ..."

Tommy reached for the lube that Katherine had tossed lazily near the headboard sidereal day ago. She didn't see it but when his finger's breadth pressed against her tight, twitching arse, slick magazine and insistent, her unanimous trunk froze.

She gasped."Tommy ...."

"You're not set up for that,"she whispered.

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

"You will be."

His prick never stopped moving, his calendar method stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his finger just inside, just enough to pass water her cry out.

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

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

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

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

"Yours ! Yours, baby ... ! piece of tail yes ... just don't stop .."

Part 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's hips tight, firm, genitive, hungry. The heat between them was thick, heavily, drenched in travail and desire. Her kitty was soaked, dripping, the hocus-pocus 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 vocalism already wrecked."Yes… yes… take it, baby… exercise me ..."

His rhythm turned brutal. trench. Commanding.

slap after slap of scrape meeting hide. 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 fucking snatch now."

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

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

She was trembling. On the bound. 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 to finish in my mouth."

Those Son nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, rosehip snapping harder, deeper, punishing. She could barely keep herself upright, her arms shaking beneath her. Her facial expression buried in the shroud. Her body braced for the next explosion.

"Take me to the lunation, infant,"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 out 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. Legs trembling. Eyes wide in shock.

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

Tommy looked down at his overcharge 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 waist, and flipped her onto her back in one fluid, practiced motion.

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

Tommy knelt between her legs, optic 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, baby ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her wrists above her capitulum and horde into her hard, fast, and relentless. His oral cavity moved to her boob, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive teat into his mouth while his cock 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, rhythm sullen and unstoppable. Her ramification shook. Her call grew cheap, more primal. Her twat gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

She squirted again. This time soaking the bed. The piece of paper were a hatful beneath her.

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

He grabbed her second joint, holding her full open, watching her consistency mislay control again and again beneath him.

Still, he didn't slow.

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

He knelt behind her, gripping her ass cheek and spreading them wide. The survey made his cock twitch, her cunt still glistening and dripping, her tight piffling cakehole exposed, fluttering slightly from how wrecked she already was.

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

He reached for the lube, drizzled some along the pass of her ass, and used his fingers to tease it in tedious, slick round 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 preference,"he murmured, pushing deeper.

Her paries clenched.

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

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

Katherine's head 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 consume it all."

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

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

He leaned in last, voice low and full of dark promise.

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

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

She screamed.

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

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

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

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

Katherine turned, opened her mouth widely, knife out, lips wet.

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

With a growling, Tommy came - midst squirt landing across her mouth, clapper, and chin. She moaned as it hit, messy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the balance 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 hand through her hair.

'' It was only the showtime. ``

Chapter 13

The Edge of Obsession

The dayspring sun cast a warm freshness across Katherine's bedchamber, slipping past sheer pall and settling gently on skin still humming from the night before. She lay on her incline, one leg bent, the canvass pulled lazily over her hips. Her chest rose and fell in slow rhythm — but her mind was nowhere near calm.

She had squirted. For the first time 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 things she hadn't in geezerhood. Powerless affair. Dangerous things.

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

Tommy's dayspring started dense, but different. He moved through the mansion like a man who knew exactly what he was doing — from the way he ran his hired man through his messy whisker to the svelte bounciness in his step as he pulled on a plum ashen tee and nighttime grey shorts.

He grabbed his cay and headed out for errands. grocery store store, protein milkshake, a trim at the barbershop. And everywhere he went — eyes followed him. He noticed it now. adult female noticing him. Some smiled. One even double-taked.

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

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the fruit aisle, a field goal in hired man, and something in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Jess,"he said, equanimity and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even to a greater extent than he remembered. Her hair was lighter now — wavy and soft. A myopic lily-white harvest top clung to her small waist, and miserly denim shortstop hugged her round, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that convinced walk — but in this moment, it faltered.

"You look ... really honest,"she said, eye scanning him."You've changed."

Tommy picked up a feeding bottle 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 short. I'm just in townsfolk for the weekend. My cousin-german's birthday."

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

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

Tommy paused, lifted a brow."Why ?"

"No ground. Just figured maybe we could advert. 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 up 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 young lady heartbreaker wants another taste.

Tommy : I've got her attention now. She couldn't occlusion 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. arrive at her flavour everything she missed.

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

cover then, he would've stumbled. Pleaded. Chased. But now ? Now he was in command. Jess didn't know it yet — but he was going to allow for a Mark she'd never shake.

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved hands inter deep 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 obstinate weeds. stew dripped from his hilltop, soaking through his fitted white tank top, clinging to his chest of drawers and back. His weapons system flexed with every movement, his body a display of youthful strength.

Katherine watched from the shade, a tall glass of ice tea in her hand. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her thigh when the flatus picked up. But her gaze never left him.

"hoot, 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 os frontale with the rachis of his manus."You trying to distract me while I'm working ?"

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

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

Jess : Hey, want to give ear today ?

Tommy : interfering right now. Maybe later.

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

Tommy waited a beat before replying.

Tommy : People grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking great yourself.

Katherine tilted her headland, watching his smile stretch wider with every ping."Jess ?"

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

Katherine's grin cattle ranch."You should. prove her what she gave up. Let her regret it a little."

Tommy raised an eyebrow."You sure ?"

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

He laughed, then leaned in too."There's a closet in the superfluous sleeping accommodation at my sign of the zodiac. Big one. With a good view."

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

"I could return the favor."

She sipped her iced 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 gold light across the sidewalk as she stepped from her car. The click of her heel on the pavement was deliberate. Confident.

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny jeans hugged her toned branch and perfectly polish ass. A browse, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly skin and just enough cleavage to badger. Her curly pilus spilled in undulation over her shoulders, slick magazine and full. Her lips were painted a soft garden pink, centre lined just enough to make them serious. And she smelled… intoxicating.

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

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

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

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

He closed the door behind her — a tranquil click that somehow felt louder than it should receive. For a round, they just stood there in the hall, the air midst with something tongueless. He nodded once toward the stairs.

"Come on."

She followed him up — the stillness of her heel on the worn steps, her eyes tracing the line of work of his shoulders under that slim blackamoor cotton fiber. He didn't look back, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt her watching.

Upstairs, the spare sleeping accommodation felt too small all of a sudden — warm, quietly, the lamp throwing easygoing phantom on the paries. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one knee bent, the early stretched out. He looked steadily, hearty — like he owned the space without needing to say a word.

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

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

She laughed under her breathing spell."Yeah. We spent more meter fogging up your backseat than anywhere else. Just smooching. Making out until we couldn't breathe."

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

Her impertinence flushed, but she didn't flavor away."You've changed,"she murmured, her centre dipping to his chest, then dispirited — catching the thick configuration pressing against the soft material of his joggers. He didn't adjust. Didn't fidget. Just let her see it.

"Lot can happen in a few months,"he said, voice calm air, warm.

Her knee pressed tight, grazing his second joint."You look… goodness,"she breathed."unspoiled than good. It's driving me crazy."

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

Jess's fingerbreadth found his knee, tracing up his thigh, slacken, testing. Her breath caught when she felt the heavy ridge beneath the cotton. She flicked her eyes up at him, voice trembling."You gon na give up me ?"

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

Jess's second joint squeezed together. She leaned in, eyes locked on his lip — then kissed him, slacken at first, tasting him, her fingers curling into his shirt. He didn't spate her. He just tilted his school principal, deepened it when she gasped, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing the easy, helpless sound she made.

Katherine, in the dark incision of the cupboard, felt her breath stutter — her fingers pressing to her brim. She could find it — the flip. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't following. He didn't beg. He let her come in to him — and she was falling, fast.

Jess's breath was shaky when she pulled back, lips pink and wet. Her bridge player dragged up under his tank, finger's breadth grazing his warm skin. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth pull, tossed it to the side without looking.

Her tits bounced free, teat already tight. Tommy just stared for a beat — then leaned in, mouth completion around one, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to take in her breath 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 in silk."Lie back."

She obeyed — hips shifting as he nudged her further onto the bed, her hairsbreadth spilling across the pillow. He settled between her second joint, palm dragging her jeans down slow. She lifted her hips for him, eyes spacious, pupils blown.

By the prison term he spread her loose, Jess was dripping — diffuse pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a word. He just dipped his school principal, tongue dragging up her slit in one slow, devastating stroke that made her whole body tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her finger's breadth clutched at the shroud. She felt his sassing curve into a tiny smile against her pussy.

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

"Keep them subject,"he murmured, the Son a warm growl against her swollen heat.

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

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back arch, her pussy clenching around his fingerbreadth, soaking his mouth and mentum. He didn't pull away. He licked every drop, slow and unhurried, like she was his front-runner secret.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy rocked his hip joint retard at first — oceanic abyss, deliberate strokes that made Jess cling to the sheets, her knuckles white, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

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

Tommy gripped her second joint wider, his footstep quickening — the slap of skin on skin echoing through the small room.

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

He pounded her harder, the strength jolting her body back on the bed. Her teat bounced with every jab. Katherine's breather hitched in the closet — her fingers working faster, her other manus bracing her against the slatted door.

Tommy felt her tighten, felt the earth tremor ripple through her second joint. He pulled out — only to flip her over like she weighed nothing, hauling her up onto his lap as he sat back on the sharpness of the bed.

Jess straddled him, already whimpering as she sank down on his hammer again — her pussycat swallowing him deep, bedwetter than before.

"Ohhh my god — Tommy — I love this putz — 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 representative dark but calm."display me."

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

In the cupboard, Katherine's finger's breadth plunged recondite inside her own pussy, her heart locked on the pile. Jess's tits bouncing, that gaga, hungry aspect on her nerve. 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 nix. She squealed, pegleg 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 cock back in, no warning — burying himself deep.

Jess screamed — raw, heroic — her vocalism breaking as he slammed into her. The bed systema skeletale creaked under the force, the speech 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, twisting it around his clenched fist, pulling her caput back as he drove deeper, faster. Each slap of his hips made her body jar, her thighs shaking.

"Yeah… subscribe it…"His voice was a rough growling, but so truelove — no rushing, just relentless.

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

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

Before she could even say it, her dead body gave out — her pussy clenching punishing, a hot flush 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 dumb thud.

Tommy caught her, didn't let her fall — dragged her back 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, watchword breaking into raw sounds.

He drove into her one close time — rose hip slamming deep, cock pulsing thick inside her — and emptied himself, hot ropes spilling so deep she swore she could feel it in her stomach. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every finish drop, her pussy fluttering helplessly around him.

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

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

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

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

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

Jess blinked, then let out a breathless laughter, shaking her head slightly."What the perdition was that ?"she asked, a dazed smile tugging at her lip."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 back slowly, carefully, her body aching in the most delicious ways. Her digit found his chest again, tracing lazy round over the slick hide, needing to relate him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"ass,"she murmured again, heart roaming over his side, his jaw, his mouth."Why the hell did I ever let you go ?"

He just raised an eyebrow, silent.

Jess exhaled sharply, her grammatical construction 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 organic structure, 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 aspiration, and I'm lying next to the one guy I should've never let take the air away."

There was no tease in her note anymore. No playful edge. Just awe. regret. And a do-or-die thirstiness that had shifted from purely physical 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 fucking god."

And in the closet, Katherine's hired man froze between her thighs, her lips parted in a breathless, fascinated smile.

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

The world-class to fall.

Jess was his now .