Chapter 12 - Part 1

The shifting

The text came in just after lunch.

Marla :

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

Raincheck. Make it worth the wait."

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

All week, she'd been preparing Tommy — watching him, pushing him, shaping him. She told herself it wasn't time. That Marla would be the real number examination. The final examination unlock.

But something shifted when she got that text.

It wasn't just letdown. It was relief.

Because now, with no one else watching, there were no Sir Thomas More reasons to hold back.

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

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

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

She knew.

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

Not with that facial expression 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 — middle locked on her, barefoot, gown barely tied, vino glass in hired hand — and walked with a heating plant in his body she hadn't seen before.

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

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

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

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

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

Katherine raised one brow."Is that right ?"

Tommy leaned in, his breathing place 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 word of honor. Her gown fell receptive just enough to reveal the bland privileged curve of her thigh, the soft weight of her knocker. His mouth claimed hers — deep, wet, sure. She didn't resist.

"Ohhh,"she exhaled against his sassing,"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 face hovered over her pussy — already glistening, hot, indigent. His breathing space hit her like heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his tongue was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was slower now. more than deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every sound she made, every twitch of her hips, every breath that caught. His hired hand gripped the undersides of her second joint, spreading her wider, anchoring her open.

Katherine bucked.

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

He didn't.

He licked her with purpose. Let her tantalize his face, let her grind her slopped pussy 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 indorse came faster. Messier. Her whole organic structure 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 rejoinder, spun her around, and bent her forward again — pectus flat to the cool granite, ass arched, kitty glistening and exposed.

She gasped, one hand gripping the edge 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 have it off her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her legs trembled — not from fright, but from the form of anticipation that buy breath.

She felt the thick heat of his dick sliding board 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, decelerate, deep, claiming every inch.

Her head fell forward.

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

The reach was real. The depth was unreal.

The time lag 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 putz 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 bosom bounced against the stone.

Tommy leaned in, his interpreter a growl :

"You've teased me for week. 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 second joint still slick with spit, sweat, and the syrupy flood of her own arousal.

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

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for weeks,"he said, voice low, cock vellication in his grasp 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 thighs, one hand under her ass, lifting her just adequate — and he slid in. thick. trench. 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 second joint gamey, pushing harder, faster. The audio of his hips slapping her soaked flesh 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 same boy,"she gasped, eyes wide-cut, organic structure jerking under him.

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

He drove into her, full military unit — hips pealing, cryptical solidus punching moans out of her mouth. Her eubstance tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, eyes rolling back.

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

But Tommy didn't stop.

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

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

She whimpered.

"Use your news,"he demanded.

"Y-yes ! God—yes—make me squeeze out 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.

"human knee. Up. Now."

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

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

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

She sobbed through it."Oh piece of tail, nooky, yes ... pound me ... stretch this pussy, have intercourse me stupid ..."

Tommy reached for the lube that Katherine had tossed lazily near the headboard daylight ago. She didn't see it but when his digit pressed against her mingy, twitching son of a bitch, slick and insistent, her hale soundbox froze.

She gasped."Tommy ...."

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

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

"You will be."

His rooster never stopped moving, his rhythm method of birth control stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his digit just inside, just enough to prepare her cry out.

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

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

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

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

"Yours ! Yours, infant ... ! screwing yes ... just don't stop .."

constituent 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's articulatio coxae tight, house, genitive, athirst. The heat between them was midst, heavy, drenched in sweat and desire. Her pussycat was soaked, dripping, the slickness 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 power that made her gasp.

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

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

His rhythm turned brutal. trench. Commanding.

Slap after slap of skin meeting cutis. The wet strait of her cunt clinging to him. Her moan layered with every thrust.

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

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

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

She was trembling. On the border. 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 finish in my mouth."

Those words nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, hip joint snapping harder, mystifying, punishing. She could barely keep herself vertical, her arms shaking beneath her. Her face buried in the sheet of paper. Her body braced for the next explosion.

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

Her cunt spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

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

She collapsed.

trousering. Quaking. Legs trembling. heart wide in shock.

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

Tommy looked down at his soak chest and grinned like a man reborn.

"You just squirted all over me."

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

But he wasn't done.

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

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

Tommy knelt between her stage, center locked on her soaked, pulsing pussy.

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

She cried out, back arching off the bed.

"Ohhh roll in the hay, yes, yes .. deeper, baby ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her wrists above her headland and drove into her hard, fast, and relentless. His backtalk moved to her titty, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive nipple into his back talk while his cock ruined her.

"You're not the Lapp 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, speech rhythm impenetrable and unstoppable. Her legs shook. Her cries grew flashy, more than primordial. Her pussy gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

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

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

He grabbed her thigh, holding her wide afford, watching her trunk lose control again and again to a lower place him.

Still, he didn't slow.

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

He knelt behind her, gripping her ass brass and spreading them wide. The sight made his dick twitch, her kitty-cat still glistening and dripping, her tight slight yap 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 lubricator, drizzled some along the crack of her ass, and used his finger's breadth to tease it in obtuse, slick circles 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… piece of ass, what are you doing to me ...."

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

Her walls clenched.

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

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

Katherine's caput dropped between her weapon system, her body trembling with each swirl, each deep 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 digit, and Katherine let out a high cry, not from pain, but from sheer overwhelmed pleasure.

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

He leaned in closing curtain, vocalisation low and full of dark promise.

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

And then .... while her ass was still twitching from the stint .... he stroked his shaft along her slick pussy, coating it again, and slammed back inside her kitty-cat 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 lip were parted. Her eyes were glassy and wild.

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

Katherine turned, opened her backtalk all-inclusive, glossa out, lips wet.

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

With a growl, Tommy came - thick squirt landing across her mouth, natural language, and Chin. She moaned as it hit, messy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the eternal rest over her crimson 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 deal through her hair.

'' It was only the starting time. ``

Chapter 13

The bound of Obsession

The aurora sun cast a lovesome luminescence across Katherine's bedroom, slipping past sheer curtains and settling gently on hide still humming from the night before. She lay on her position, one leg bent, the sail pulled lazily over her hips. Her chest rose and fell in retard regular recurrence — but her nous was nowhere near calm.

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

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

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

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

He grabbed his keystone and headed out for errands. Grocery entrepot, protein shakes, a trimness at the barbershop. And everywhere he went — eyes followed him. He noticed it now. charwoman noticing him. Some smiled. One even double-taked.

self-confidence wasn't something he had to reach for anymore. It was on him — like a scent, a bearing, a pull.

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the fruit gangway, a basket in paw, and something in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Jess,"he said, calm and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even more than he remembered. Her haircloth was lighter now — wavy and sonant. A short whiten harvest top clung to her belittled waist, and tight denim boxershorts hugged her round, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that confident base on balls — but in this moment, it faltered.

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy paused, lifted a brow."Why ?"

"No rationality. Just figured maybe we could hang. overtake up."

He gave her a slow grin."Maybe."

That night, Tommy's phone lit up.

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

He chuckled, then opened a content ribbon with Katherine.

Tommy : Ran into Jess today.

Katherine : Oh ?

Tommy : She's back in townspeople. Just for a few days.

Katherine : And ?

Tommy : She asked to hang out. Texted me just now.

Katherine : Well well. niggling lose heartbreaker wants another taste.

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

Tommy tossed his phone onto the bed and leaned back in his chair, blazonry behind his promontory, 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 hands bury deep in mulch as he helped her tend the garden. The sun was high-pitched and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every digger, every tug of stubborn mourning band. stew dripped from his brow, soaking through his fitted white tank top, clinging to his bureau and back. His blazon flexed with every move, his body a display of young strength.

Katherine watched from the shade, a tall meth of iced tea in her hand. She wore a wide-brimmed chaff hat, sunglasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her second joint when the wind picked up. But her gaze never left him.

"shucks, 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 forehead with the spine of his bridge player."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 surd to focus on anything else."

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

Jess : Hey, want to attend today ?

Tommy : Busy right now. Maybe later.

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

Tommy waited a pulse before replying.

Tommy : People grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking not bad yourself.

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

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

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

Tommy raised an supercilium."You sure ?"

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

He laughed, then leaned in too."There's a closet in the excess bedchamber at my house. Big one. With a unspoiled view."

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

"I could return the favor."

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

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

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny dungaree hugged her toned stage and perfectly bout ass. A cropped, off-the-shoulder whiten top revealed smooth belly skin and just enough cleavage to taunt. Her curly hair's-breadth spilled in Wave over her shoulders, slick and full. Her rim were painted a gentle pink, oculus lined just enough to build them severe. And she smelled… intoxicating.

Tommy opened the door, casually leaning against the skeletal frame in a clean blacken 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 impose old acquaintance ?"

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

He closed the threshold behind her — a quiet detent that somehow felt louder than it should birth. For a rhythm, they just stood there in the hallway, the air thick with something unvoiced. He nodded once toward the stairs.

"come on."

She followed him up — the hush of her heels on the get into steps, her eye tracing the line of his shoulder under that lose weight black cotton. He didn't look back, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt her watching.

Upstairs, the spare bedchamber felt too small all of a sudden — warm, quiet, the lamp throwing soft phantasma on the walls. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one knee joint bent, the other stretched out. He looked unshakable, solid — like he owned the distance 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 lips."Funny… we never did this before."

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

She laughed under her intimation."Yeah. We spent more prison term fogging up your backseat than anywhere else. Just kissing. Making out until we couldn't breathe."

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

Her cheek flushed, but she didn't look away."You've changed,"she murmured, her eyes dipping to his chest, then lower — catching the thick shape pressing against the soft textile of his joggers. He didn't adjust. Didn't restlessness. Just let her see it.

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

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

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

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

His hand closed over hers — easy, but unshakable. He guided her palm up, laid it flat on his chest instead."No rush,"he murmured, the affectionateness 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, slow at first, tasting him, her fingers curling into his shirt. He didn't thrill her. He just tilted his question, deepened it when she gasped, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing the mild, helpless audio she made.

Katherine, in the non-white pussy of the loo, felt her breath stutter — her fingers pressing to her mouth. She could palpate it — the flip. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't Chase. He didn't beg. He let her do to him — and she was falling, fast.

Jess's breathing spell was precarious when she pulled back, sassing 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 pull, tossed it to the side without looking.

Her teat bounced free, teat already tight. Tommy just stared for a beat — then leaned in, mouth end around one, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to piddle her breathing space enlistment. He sucked until her back arched, then bit down lightly, pulling a whimper from her lips.

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

She obeyed — hips shifting as he nudged her further onto the bed, her hair spilling across the pillow. He settled between her second joint, decoration dragging her dungaree down slow. She lifted her hips for him, centre wide, pupils blown.

By the fourth dimension he spread her loose, Jess was dripping — sonant pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a word. He just dipped his foreland, tongue dragging up her puss in one slow, devastating stroke that made her unharmed body tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her finger's breadth clutched at the sheets. She felt his mouth curve into a midget smile against her pussy.

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

"Keep them open,"he murmured, the word of honor 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 hips bucked off the bed. He didn't stopover. He licked her through every whimper, every shaky gasp, until her thighs trembled and her hint broke into pieces.

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back curve, her pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking his mouth and chin. He didn't pull away. He licked every drop, obtuse and unhurried, like she was his best-loved secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's thigh, mouth glistening, eye dark with the taste of her. He hovered just long enough to let her entrance her breathing time — the easy clash of his quarter round against her clitoris making her jerky with aftershocks.

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

He grabbed her pelvic girdle, dragged her to the edge of the bed. Her legs fell assailable, trembling, glistening. Tommy just lined himself up — the stocky drumhead of his turncock nudging her sleek entrance — and pushed in slow.

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

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

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

Tommy rocked his hips retard at 1st — deep, deliberate strokes that made Jess clutch the sheets, her brass knucks white, her dentition sinking into her lower lip.

"Fuck… yes… yes…"she breathed, heart squeezed shut. The auditory sensation of her wet pussy clung to every poking — messy, obscene.

Tommy gripped her thigh wider, his pace quickening — the slap of skin on skin echoing through the belittled room.

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

He pounded her harder, the force out jolting her body back on the bed. Her bosom bounced with every driving force. Katherine's hint 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 riffle 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 border of the bed.

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

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

"Faster,"he murmured, his representative nighttime but calm."show me."

Jess rode him intemperately — wet sounds filling the elbow room as her pussy clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. Sweat dripped down her spine. Her deal braced on his breast, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the closet, Katherine's digit plunged deep inside her own pussy, her eyes locked on the sight. Jess's mamilla bouncing, that wild, hungry look 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, ramification wrapped sloshed 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 monition — 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 unvoiced — fuck — fuck — ohhhh fuck— !"

He grabbed her fuzz, twisting it around his clenched fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each smacking of his coxa made her consistence jolt, her thighs shaking.

"Yeah… take it…"His voice was a approximative growling, but so unfluctuating — no rush, just relentless.

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

Jess's vox pitched in high spirits, nearly crying out,"Fuck — fuck — yes — yes — oh nookie — I'm— I'm—"

Before she could even say it, her body gave out — her pussy clenching hard, a hot effusion of liquid state 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 storey with a dull 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 fleece pussy. She was still squirting, shaking, gasping as he fucked her through every aftershock.

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

He drove into her one finis sentence — hip joint slamming deep, ruffle pulsing duncical inside her — and emptied himself, hot ropes spilling so inscrutable she swore she could find it in her breadbasket. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every last free fall, her kitty fluttering helplessly around him.

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

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

She stared ahead, heart unfocused, lips parted, her physical structure barely under her control. It was like she'd been electrocuted and blissfully wrecked all at once. Her cunt still fluttered with aftershocks, and the smell of sex hung thick in the air—hot, musky, feral.

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

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

Jess blinked, then let out a breathless laughter, shaking her head slightly."What the hell was that ?"she asked, a dazed smile tugging at her lips."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 back slowly, carefully, her trunk aching in the most delicious agency. Her fingers found his pectus again, tracing lazy roofy over the guileful skin, needing to touch him, to cast anchor herself to something solid.

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

He just raised an supercilium, silent.

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

Her vocalization cracked with emotion, raw and honest. She bit her lip, her oculus searching his.

"You fucked me like no one else ever has. You didn't just use my body, Tommy… you took restraint of it. You owned it. You knew exactly what I needed—even when I didn't. And now…"

She looked away for a second, stunned by her own admission.

"Now I feel like I just woke up from some long-ass dream, and I'm lying following to the one guy I should've never let take the air away."

There was no tantalization in her musical note anymore. No playful edge. Just awe. sorrow. And a desperate hunger that had shifted from purely strong-arm to something deeper.

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

"You're not a boy anymore,"she whispered."You're a piece of ass god."

And in the W.C., Katherine's mitt froze between her thigh, her lips parted in a breathless, fascinated smile.

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

The first to fall.

Jess was his now .