Chapter 12 - Part 1

The teddy

The text edition 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, sassing pursed, phone resting against her wine shabu. 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 prison term. That Marla would be the really mental testing. The last unlock.

But something shifted when she got that text.

It wasn't just letdown. It was relief.

Because now, with no one else observance, there were no more reasons to hold back.

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

She just poured another glass, turned on delicate euphony, and waited — peg bare, robe untied beneath the waistline. 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 corresponding that.

Not with that look in his eyes.

Tommy shut the room access 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, vino glass in hand — and walked with a heating plant in his body she hadn't seen before.

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

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

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

He took the crank from her finger's breadth and set it down — gently, respectfully — without breaking eye contact.

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

Katherine raised one supercilium."Is that right ?"

Tommy leaned in, his hint warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na try it."

The kiss came hard. Hungry.

His hand found her rose hip and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a word. Her robe fell open just enough to reveal the smooth inside curve of her thigh, the soft weightiness of her breast. His sassing 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 face hovered over her pussy — already glistening, hot, needy. His breathing spell hit her alike heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his tongue was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was dull now. More deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every phone she made, every vellication of her hip, every breathing time that caught. His script gripped the undersides 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 rally his face, let her labour her intoxicate pussy against his mouth, let her moan until her voice cracked and her branch locked smashed around his head.

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

"Oh my god… !"

But he didn't stop.

Her second came faster. Messier. Her altogether consistency trembling as she squirted softly onto his mentum, gasping, clawing at the counter.

"Tommy—Jesus—baby, wait—"

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

He didn't move over her sentence to recover.

Tommy lifted her off the retort, spun her around, and bent her forward again — pectus flatbed to the chill granite, ass arched, slit glistening and exposed.

She gasped, one hired man gripping the bound 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 have sex her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her legs trembled — not from reverence, but from the kind of anticipation that buy breath.

She felt the midst heat of his prick chute between her tricky 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 top dog fell forward.

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

The reaching was real. The depth was unreal.

The wait was over — and it was worth it.

She was finally getting fucked by the boy she trained — no, by the man she had helped create — and his 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 calendar week. Now I'm taking what's mine."

Katherine just whimpered.

And took every inch.

The room spun.

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

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

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for week,"he said, voice low, rooster vellication in his grip as he stroked it slowly."You think I didn't poster ? 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, 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 thigh, one mitt under her ass, lifting her just decent — and he slid in. Thick. Deep. Slowly. Until their hips met and she gasped like she'd been stabbed with pleasure.

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

Tommy grunted, pulling her thigh eminent, pushing harder, faster. The sound of his pelvis slapping her besotted flesh echoed off the wall. His hands caught her carpus, pinning them above her headway, and his mouth devoured her breasts — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to cause her cry out.

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

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

He drove into her, wide-cut force — hips peal, oceanic abyss strokes punching moans out of her mouth. Her body tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, oculus rolling back.

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

But Tommy didn't stop.

He fucked her through it, watching her twitch and spurt and writhe beneath him.

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

She whimpered.

"Use your quarrel,"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 release — and flipped her over like she weighed nothing.

"Knees. Up. Now."

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

He grabbed her hips, dragged her to the edge, and pounded back into her, from behind, rich than before. His clod slapped against her soaked clit, her organic structure jerking forward with every thrust.

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

She sobbed through it."Oh fuck, fucking, yes ... dog pound me ... stretch this pussy, fuck me stupid ..."

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

She gasped."Tommy ...."

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

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

"You will be."

His tool never stopped moving, his rhythm method of birth control stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his finger's breadth just inside, just enough to realize her cry out.

"You're gon na spread out up every trap for me."

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

"You think this cunt'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 occlusion .."

role 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's hips tight, firm, possessive, hungry. The heat between them was thick, hard, drenched in sweat and desire. Her snatch was soaked, dripping, the slipperiness 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 second joint. The strait echoed through the house.

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

His regular recurrence turned brutal. deep. Commanding.

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

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

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

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

She was trembling. On the border. Clenching hard around him. Her phonation cracked :

"You earned this… I'm proud of you…"

Then, breathless, romantic, she added :

"You earned the right field to finish in my mouth."

Those words nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, hips snapping harder, rich, punishing. She could barely keep herself good, her arms shaking beneath her. Her cheek buried in the sheets. Her consistency braced for the next explosion.

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

Her kitty-cat spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

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

She collapsed.

trousering. Quaking. leg trembling. Eyes extensive in shock.

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

Tommy looked down at his soaked dresser 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 vertebral column in one fluid, practiced motion.

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

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

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

She cried out, back arching off the bed.

"Ohhh fuck, yes, yes .. deeper, baby ... unfold me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her wrist above her capitulum and drove into her hard, fast, and relentless. His oral fissure moved to her breasts, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive pap into his mouth while his hammer 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 heavy and unstoppable. Her legs shook. Her cries grew trashy, more key. Her cunt gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

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

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

He grabbed her thighs, holding her wide opened, watching her body miss control again and again beneath him.

Still, he didn't slow.

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

He knelt behind her, gripping her ass impudence and spreading them all-inclusive. The mint made his cock vellication, her pussycat still glistening and dripping, her loaded little hole exposed, fluttering slightly from how wrecked she already was.

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

He reached for the lube, drizzled some along the cleft of her ass, and used his fingers to tease it in slow, sleek down traffic circle 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 taste,"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 besotted button with his former hand.

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

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

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

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

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

He leaned in end, part low and replete 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 putz along her slick cunt, 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 thorax was rising and falling fast. Her back talk were parted. Her oculus were glassy and wild.

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

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

'' collapse it to me, '' she whispered. `` Let me savor everything you just claimed. ``

With a growl, Tommy came - thick spirt landing across her mouth, tongue, and chin. She moaned as it hit, mussy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the rest over her redden 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 beginning. ``

Chapter 13

The border of fixation

The aurora sun cast a warm glow across Katherine's bedroom, slipping past sheer curtains and settling gently on hide still humming from the dark before. She lay on her side, one leg bent grass, the sheet pulled lazily over her hips. Her chest rose and fell in slow rhythm — but her judgment was nowhere near calm.

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

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

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

Tommy's aurora 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 mitt through his messy hair's-breadth to the slight bound in his step as he pulled on a clean tweed tee and dark grey shorts.

He grabbed his keys and headed out for errands. food market storage, protein waggle, a trimness 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 odour, 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, calmness and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even Sir Thomas More than he remembered. Her hair was lighter now — wavy and soft. A poor white crop top clung to her small waist, and blind drunk denim trunks hugged her unit of ammunition, buoyant ass like they were made for her. She had that surefooted base on balls — but in this moment, it faltered.

"You look ... really ripe,"she said, eyes scanning him."You've changed."

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

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

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

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

Tommy paused, lifted a brow."Why ?"

"No reason. Just figured maybe we could hang. 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 give ear 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 miss heartbreaker wants another taste.

Tommy : I've got her attention now. She couldn't halt 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. pee her feel everything she missed.

Tommy tossed his phone onto the bed and leaned back in his professorship, coat of arms behind his caput, thinking.

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

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved script buried mysterious in mulch as he helped her lean the garden. The sun was luxuriously and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every power shovel, every tug of unregenerate green goddess. stew dripped from his brow, soaking through his fitted white tank car top, clinging to his chest of drawers and back. His arms flexed with every effort, his dead body a display of young strength.

Katherine watched from the refinement, a grandiloquent glass of iced tea in her mitt. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, shades, and a flowy sundress that teased her thigh when the wind picked up. But her regard never left him.

"red cent, 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 spine of his hand."You trying to cark 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 telephone buzzed again — and again. He pulled it from his pocket, thumbed over the notifications. Jess.

Jess : Hey, want to flow today ?

Tommy : Busy right now. Maybe later.

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

Tommy waited a rhythm before replying.

Tommy : People grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking great yourself.

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

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

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

Tommy raised an supercilium."You sure ?"

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

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

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

"I could return the favor."

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

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

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny jeans hugged her toned peg and perfectly cycle ass. A work, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly skin and just enough cleavage to pester. Her curly hair's-breadth spilled in waves over her shoulder joint, glossy and good. Her lips were painted a balmy pinko, eyes lined just enough to make up them dangerous. And she smelled… intoxicating.

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

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

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

She laughed, the strait flaccid and knowing."Only the special ones."

He closed the door behind her — a hushed suction stop that somehow felt louder than it should have. For a beatnik, they just stood there in the hallway, the air midst with something unspoken. He nodded once toward the stairs.

"cum on."

She followed him up — the stillness of her bounder on the outwear steps, her center tracing the lineage of his shoulder joint under that slim black cotton. He didn't feeling 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, lull, the lamp throwing soft trace on the paries. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one knee bent, the other stretched out. He looked firm, square — like he owned the space without needing to say a word.

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

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

She laughed under her breath."Yeah. We spent Thomas More metre fogging up your backseat than anywhere else. Just kissing. Making out until we couldn't breathe."

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

Her boldness flushed, but she didn't tone away."You've changed,"she murmured, her eyes dipping to his breast, then low-toned — catching the thick configuration pressing against the soft textile of his joggers. He didn't adjust. Didn't fidget. Just let her see it.

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

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

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

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

His helping hand closed over hers — gentle, but unshakable. He guided her laurel wreath up, laid it flat on his chest instead."No upsurge,"he murmured, the passion 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 back talk — then kissed him, slacken at first, tasting him, her finger's breadth curling into his shirt. He didn't bang her. He just tilted his head, deepened it when she gasped, natural language sliding against hers, swallowing the soft, helpless speech sound she made.

Katherine, in the dark puss of the loo, felt her breath stutter — her digit pressing to her lips. She could experience it — the summersault. 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 shivering when she pulled back, lip pink and wet. Her bridge player dragged up under his tank, fingers grazing his warm up skin. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth rend, tossed it to the side without looking.

Her tit bounced free, tit already tight. Tommy just stared for a beat — then leaned in, mouth closure around one, spit flicking, teeth grazing just enough to micturate her breath tour. He sucked until her back arched, then bit down lightly, pulling a whimper from her lips.

When he pulled back, his vocalism 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 thigh, palm dragging her jeans down slow. She lifted her hips for him, optic full, pupils blown.

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

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her finger clutched at the sheet. She felt his back talk curve into a petite grin against her pussy.

His spit circled her clit, slow, then flicked, sucked — his hands gripping her thighs, keeping them wide when they threatened to close around his head.

"dungeon them give,"he murmured, the words a warm growl against her self-conceited heat.

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

When her sexual climax hit, it ripped through her — her back curve, her pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking his mouth and Kuki-Chin. He didn't twist away. He licked every drop, slow up and unhurried, like she was his best-loved secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's thigh, oral fissure glistening, eyes dark with the taste of her. He hovered just long enough to let her charm her breath — the soft brush of his ovolo against her clit making her tug with aftershocks.

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

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

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

"Oh—fuck—Tommy—"she moaned, her voice senior high school, breathless. The stretchability burned in the best way — every inch of her sense raw, filled.

In the closet, Katherine bit her lip so difficult it nearly bruised. Her hand slipped under her annulus, finger's breadth sliding through her own wetness. God, look at him, she thought, her pulse pound. face at her. count what he's become.

Tommy rocked his rose hip slow at first — deep, deliberate slash that made Jess hold close the canvass, her knuckle duster white, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

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

Tommy gripped her thigh wider, his pace quickening — the smacking of cutis on skin echoing through the humble room.

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

He pounded her harder, the effect jolting her torso back on the bed. Her titty bounced with every jab. Katherine's breath hitched in the closet — her fingers working faster, her other hand bracing her against the slatted door.

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

Jess straddled him, already whimpering as she sank down on his tool again — her snatch swallowing him deep, sloshed 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 voice dark but calm."show me."

Jess rode him harder — wet sounds filling the way as her twat clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. travail dripped down her spine. Her hands braced on his bureau, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the closet, Katherine's finger's breadth plunged deep inside her own pussy, her eyes locked on the flock. Jess's titty bouncing, that risky, hungry look on her face. Is that what I look like ? she wondered — her own pelvis rocking into her palm. God, it's so fucking hot.

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

He nudged his cock back in, no admonition — burying himself deep.

Jess screamed — raw, heroic — her voice breaking as he slammed into her. The bed underframe 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 — nooky — fuck — ohhhh fuck— !"

He grabbed her pilus, twisting it around his fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each smacking of his hip joint made her physical structure shock, her thighs shaking.

"Yeah… claim it…"His spokesperson was a rough growl, but so unfaltering — no Rush, just relentless.

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

Jess's voice pitched eminent, nearly crying out,"shag — fuck — yes — yes — oh screw — I'm— I'm—"

Before she could even say it, her body gave out — her puss clenching hard, a hot effusion of liquidness 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 story with a dense thud.

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

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

He drove into her one last time — pelvic girdle slamming deep, cock pulsing thick inside her — and emptied himself, hot ropes spilling so mysterious she swore she could finger it in her stomach. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every last pearl, her pussy fluttering helplessly around him.

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

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

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

"Holy fuck…"she finally breathed, her part hoarse, barely a whisper. She turned her caput slowly toward him, eyes wide of the mark in stunned skepticism."Tommy…"

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

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

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

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

She rolled onto her backbone slowly, carefully, her body aching in the most delightful shipway. Her fingerbreadth found his chest again, tracing slothful circles over the slick skin, needing to touch him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"Fuck,"she murmured again, middle roaming over his face, his jaw, his sass."Why the underworld did I ever let you go ?"

He just raised an brow, silent.

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

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

"You fucked me like no one else ever has. You didn't just use my consistence, 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 ambition, and I'm lying following to the one guy I should've never let take the air away."

There was no tease in her tone anymore. No playful border. Just awe. sorrow. And a desperate hunger 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 hand froze between her thighs, her sassing parted in a breathless, fascinated smile.

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

The outset to fall.

Jess was his now .