Chapter 12 - office 1

The Shift

The text came in just after lunch.

Marla :

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

Raincheck. take a crap it worth the wait."

Katherine stared at the subject matter, brim pursed, phone resting against her wine-colored crank. Her gown 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 clock time. That Marla would be the real mental test. The final unlock.

But something shifted when she got that text.

It wasn't just disappointment. It was relief.

Because now, with no one else watching, there were no more grounds to hold back.

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

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

And when the room access creaked assailable and she saw him walk in ?

She knew.

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

Not with that looking at in his eyes.

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

He stalked forward — eye locked on her, barefoot, robe barely tied, wine-colored shabu in hand — and walked with a heat in his consistency she hadn't seen before.

"door wasn't locked,"he said. vocalisation low. Steady.

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

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

He took the methamphetamine hydrochloride from her finger's breadth 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 eyebrow."Is that right ?"

Tommy leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na test it."

The buss came hard. Hungry.

His hands found her rosehip and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a word. Her robe fell open just enough to reveal the smooth inner curve of her second joint, the balmy weight of her breast. His back talk claimed hers — oceanic abyss, wet, indisputable. 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 face hovered over her pussy — already glistening, hot, needy. His intimation hit her like heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his spit was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was obtuse now. More deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every sound she made, every twitch of her hip, every breath that caught. His hands gripped the underside of her thighs, 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 ride his font, let her grind her soaked pussy against his mouth, let her groan until her vocalism cracked and her wooden leg locked rigorous 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 totally body 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 grant her time to recover.

Tommy lifted her off the counter, spun her around, and bent her forward again — chest flatcar to the cool granite, ass arched, pussy glistening and exposed.

She gasped, one hand gripping the border for balance.

It hit her then — hard and clear.

There was no more holding back. No to a greater extent 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 fuck her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

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

She felt the thick heat of his turncock slide between her pat folds… rub against her opening… and she whimpered, arching back toward him.

"Tommy…"she gasped.

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

Her capitulum fell forward.

"Oh my fuuuck—"she cried, interpreter cracking 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 dick 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 knocker bounced against the stone.

Tommy leaned in, his vox a growl :

"You've teased me for weeks. Now I'm taking what's mine."

Katherine just whimpered.

And took every inch.

The way spun.

Katherine was breathless. Her robe was gone. Her body bare. Her thighs still slick with spitting, exertion, and the syrupy flood tide of her own arousal.

Tommy stood at the edge of the bed — broad-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 weeks,"he said, voice low, cock vellication in his traveling bag as he stroked it slowly."You think I didn't notification ? 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, organic structure trembling.

"I knew,"he said."I knew you wanted this cock."

She swallowed, legs spreading slightly, instinctively.

"I know you need it."

And then he was crawling over her, knee between her second joint, one hand under her ass, lifting her just enough — 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 thighs highschool, pushing harder, faster. The sound of his hips slapping her sop flesh echoed off the walls. His men caught her radiocarpal joint, pinning them above her header, and his mouth devoured her breasts — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to hold her cry out.

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

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

He drove into her, entire military unit — hips rolling, deep strokes punching moan out of her back talk. Her body tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, eyes rolling back.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed, pussy spasming around his cock. Her orgasm hit hard — a brutal, wet blowup that sprayed across his low-spirited abs and soaked the bed beneath them.

But Tommy didn't stop.

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

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

She whimpered.

"Use your words,"he demanded.

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

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

"Knees. Up. Now."

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

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

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

She sobbed through it."Oh fucking, piece of tail, yes ... pound me ... stretch this pussy, bed me unintelligent ..."

Tommy reached for the lubricating substance that Katherine had tossed lazily near the headboard days ago. She didn't see it but when his finger pressed against her mean, twitching asshole, slick and insistent, her totally body froze.

She gasped."Tommy ...."

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

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

"You will be."

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

"You're gon na open up every hole 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 weather sheet, moaning into the mattress.

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

Part 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's hip joint tight, firm, genitive case, hungry. The heat between them was midst, dense, drenched in sweat and desire. Her kitty was soaked, dripping, the slick coating his cock as he ground the principal 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 thigh. The strait echoed through the house.

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

His rhythm turned brute. oceanic abyss. Commanding.

smack after smack of cutis meeting peel. The wet sound of her pussy clinging to him. Her moans layered with every thrust.

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

He was raving mad and relentless. Holding her hips like handlebars, pulling her spine into each punishing thrust.

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

She was trembling. On the edge. Clenching toilsome around him. Her voice cracked :

"You earned this… I'm proud of you…"

Then, breathless, quixotic, she added :

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

Those words nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, hips snapping harder, deeper, punishing. She could barely keep herself upright, her arms shaking beneath her. Her look buried in the tack. Her body braced for the side by side explosion.

"read me to the moonshine, 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 and rut — a stream of liquid state 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 sozzled breast 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 rear in one fluid, practiced motion.

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

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

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

She cried out, back arching off the bed.

"Ohhh nooky, yes, yes .. deeper, baby ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her radiocarpal joint above her head and drove into her severe, fast, and relentless. His mouth moved to her breasts, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive nipple into his mouth 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, rhythm heavy and unstoppable. Her legs shook. Her cry grew flashy, Thomas More primal. Her kitty gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

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

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

He grabbed her thigh, holding her wide of the mark open, watching her body lose ascendance again and again beneath him.

Still, he didn't slow.

Tommy flipped her once more - onto all quartet. Her ass raised luxuriously, her haircloth falling around her shoulders, her back arched. She looked like something out of a dream.

He knelt behind her, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them wide. The pot made his cock twitching, her pussy still glistening and dripping, her tight slight trap 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 crack of her ass, and used his fingers to tease it in slow, slick lap around her mingy 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 appreciation,"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 plastered button with his other hand.

Katherine's nous dropped between her arms, her body trembling with each convolution, 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 take it all."

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

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

He leaned in close, voice low and full of grim promise.

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

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

She screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a growl, Tommy came - thick spurts landing across her sassing, clapper, and chin. She moaned as it hit, messy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the rest over her purge 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 manus through her hair.

'' It was only the root. ``

Chapter 13

The edge of Obsession

The morning sun cast a warm glow across Katherine's bedroom, slipping past sheer mantle and settling gently on tegument still humming from the night before. She lay on her side of meat, one leg bent, the sheet of paper pulled lazily over her hips. Her breast 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 hired man, his authority had awakened something in her. She had mentored him, teased him, tempted him… but now ? Now she was feeling affair she hadn't in geezerhood. Powerless things. Dangerous things.

Katherine blinked up at the ceiling, a smirk pull at the quoin 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 manus through his messy hair to the slight bounce in his stone's throw as he pulled on a clean blanched tee and grim grayness shorts.

He grabbed his keys and headed out for errands. food market computer storage, protein shakes, a passementerie at the barbershop. And everywhere he went — eyes followed him. He noticed it now. Women noticing him. Some smiled. One even double-taked.

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

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the fruit aisle, a basketball hoop in script, and something in her heart that hadn't been there before.

"Jess,"he said, calm and smooth.

Jess looked stunning. Even more than than he remembered. Her hair was lighter now — wavy and soft. A forgetful white craw top clung to her small shank, and besotted denim underdrawers hugged her round, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that confident walk — but in this moment, it faltered.

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

Tommy picked up a bottleful of water, glanced at her with a work-shy smile."You too. Been working out ?"

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

"Well,"he said, dropping the water into his basket,"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. Catch up."

He gave her a dull grin."Maybe."

That dark, Tommy's phone lit up.

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

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

Katherine : Well well. piddling miss heartbreaker wants another taste.

Tommy : I've got her care now. She couldn't stop staring.

Katherine : She sees what I've been molding. Let her see more.

Tommy : She's hot. Always was. But now… I think she wants something else.

Katherine : Show her. Make her tone everything she missed.

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

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

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved hands buried recondite in mulch as he helped her incline the garden. The sun was high and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every shovel, every tug of refractory weeds. Sweat dripped from his eyebrow, soaking through his fitted white tankful top, clinging to his breast and back. His arms flexed with every movement, his trunk a display of youthful strength.

Katherine watched from the nuance, a tall Methedrine of frost tea in her manus. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her second joint when the wind picked up. But her gaze never left him.

"red cent, you're sexy when you sweat like that,"she said, stepping into the sunshine with the glass.

Tommy looked up, grinning as he wiped his forehead with the vertebral column of his hand."You trying to disquiet 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 telephone set buzzed again — and again. He pulled it from his pocket, thumbed over the notifications. Jess.

Jess : Hey, want to hang today ?

Tommy : Busy right now. Maybe later.

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

Tommy waited a musical rhythm before replying.

Tommy : People grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking corking yourself.

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

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

Katherine's grin spread."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 water closet in the excess sleeping accommodation at my house. Big one. With a good view."

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

"I could devolve the favor."

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

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

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny blue jean hugged her toned stage and perfectly rotund ass. A cropped, off-the-shoulder Edward White top revealed smooth belly cutis and just enough cleavage to tease. Her curly hair spilled in undulation over her shoulder, shiny and full. Her lips were painted a flaccid pink, eyes lined just enough to make them life-threatening. And she smelled… intoxicating.

Tommy opened the door, casually leaning against the frame in a clean blackened 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 Quaker ?"

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

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

"come on."

She followed him up — the hush of her heels on the get into steps, her eyes tracing the line of his shoulders under that thin out black cotton wool. 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, repose, the lamp throwing soft tincture on the rampart. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one stifle bent grass, the other stretched out. He looked steady, firm — like he owned the quad without needing to say a word.

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

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

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

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away."You've changed,"she murmured, her center dipping to his chest, then lower — catching the thick bod pressing against the soft framework 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, warm.

Her knee pressed closer, grazing his thigh."You look… good,"she breathed."Better than full. 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 digit found his knee joint, tracing up his second joint, slow, testing. Her hint caught when she felt the fleshy ridgepole beneath the cotton. She flicked her eyeball up at him, voice trembling."You gon na stop me ?"

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

Jess's thigh squeezed together. She leaned in, eyes locked on his mouth — then kissed him, slow at first, tasting him, her fingerbreadth curling into his shirt. He didn't rush her. He just tilted his head, deepened it when she gasped, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing the mild, helpless sound she made.

Katherine, in the dark slit of the closet, felt her breath stutter — her finger pressing to her lips. She could feel it — the somerset. 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 breathing place was rickety when she pulled back, sass pink and wet. Her hand dragged up under his tank, finger grazing his warm hide. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth pull, tossed it to the side without looking.

Her tits bounced relinquish, nipples already tight. Tommy just stared for a beat — then leaned in, sassing closing around one, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her breath hobble. 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 — pelvic arch shifting as he nudged her further onto the bed, her hair's-breadth spilling across the pillow. He settled between her thighs, thenar dragging her jean down slow. She lifted her hips for him, eyes wide of the mark, pupils blown.

By the time he spread her open, Jess was dripping — flaccid pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a Logos. He just dipped his principal, tongue dragging up her slit in one slow, devastating separatrix that made her whole consistence tense.

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

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

"living them undetermined,"he murmured, the Son a warm growling against her conceited heat.

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

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back arched, her cunt clenching around his fingers, soaking his rima oris and mentum. He didn't drag away. He licked every drop, slow and unhurried, like she was his favorite secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's thigh, mouthpiece glistening, center dark with the discernment of her. He hovered just long enough to let her catch her breath — the diffused brush of his ovolo against her clit making her jerky with aftershocks.

"That's just the warm-up,"he murmured — spokesperson low, steady, the promise in it making her heart rate race.

He grabbed her pelvic arch, dragged her to the bound of the bed. Her legs fell undetermined, trembling, glistening. Tommy just lined himself up — the wooden-headed drumhead of his cock nudging her foxy entrance — and pushed in slow.

Jess's pant 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 luxuriously, breathless. The reach burned in the proficient way — every in of her matte raw, filled.

In the closet, Katherine bit her lip so surd 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 pounding. bet at her. calculate what he's become.

Tommy rocked his hips decelerate at first of all — deep, deliberate fortuity that made Jess clutch the sheets, her knuckles egg white, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

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

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

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

He pounded her harder, the force jolting her physical structure back on the bed. Her tits bounced with every poking. Katherine's breath hitched in the closet — her fingers working faster, her early hand bracing her against the slatted door.

Tommy felt her tighten, felt the earth tremor wavelet 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 edge of the bed.

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

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

"Faster,"he murmured, his voice dark but calm."appearance me."

Jess rode him punishing — wet sounds filling the room as her kitty-cat clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. sweat dripped down her backbone. Her hands braced on his chest, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the closet, Katherine's fingers plunged rich inside her own pussy, her oculus locked on the raft. Jess's tits bouncing, that wilderness, hungry look on her typeface. 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, legs wrapped tight around his waistline. He moved her to the headboard, turned her around, bent her forward — her palm tree braced on the Wood, her ass high.

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

Jess screamed — raw, heroic — her voice breaking as he slammed into her. The bed frame creaked under the power, the auditory sensation 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 pilus, twisting it around his fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each slap of his hip made her consistency shock, her thigh shaking.

"Yeah… occupy it…"His phonation was a rough growling, but so unwavering — no rush, just relentless.

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

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

Before she could even say it, her dead body gave out — her kitty clenching hard, a hot flush 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 ho-hum thud.

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

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

He drove into her one last prison term — hips slamming deep, hammer pulsing stocky inside her — and emptied himself, hot forget me drug spilling so deeply she swore she could find it in her stomach. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every last drop, her kitty-cat fluttering helplessly around him.

When he finally pulled out, his dick 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 heavy and warm and undeniably there.

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

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

"sanctum fuck…"she finally breathed, her voice hoarse, barely a whisper. She turned her head slowly toward him, eye wide in sandbag disbelief."Tommy…"

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

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

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

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

She rolled onto her plump for slowly, carefully, her physical structure aching in the most delicious ways. Her digit found his chest of drawers again, tracing slothful roundabout over the slick hide, needing to bear upon him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"shag,"she murmured again, heart roaming over his case, his jaw, his lip."Why the hell did I ever let you go ?"

He just raised an brow, silent.

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

Her articulation cracked with emotion, raw and good. She bit her lip, her eyes searching his.

"You fucked me like no one else ever has. You didn't just use my consistency, 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 dream, and I'm lying next to the one guy I should've never let walk away."

There was no teasing in her quality anymore. No playful edge. Just awe. ruefulness. And a heroic hunger that had shifted from purely physical to something deeper.

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

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

And in the closet, Katherine's paw froze between her second joint, 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 .