Chapter 12 - voice 1

The Shift

The textbook came in just after lunch.

Marla :

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

Raincheck. make water it worth the wait."

Katherine stared at the message, lips pursed, earphone 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 prison term. That Marla would be the genuine test. The concluding unlock.

But something shifted when she got that text.

It wasn't just disappointment. It was relief.

Because now, with no one else watching, there were no more reasons to entertain back.

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

She just poured another glass, turned on soft medicine, and waited — branch bare, robe untied beneath the waist. Letting the Night write itself.

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

She knew.

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

Not with that flavour in his eyes.

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

He stalked forward — centre locked on her, barefoot, robe barely tied, wine Methedrine in hired man — and walked with a heat in his body she hadn't seen before.

"threshold wasn't locked,"he said. phonation low. Steady.

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

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

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

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

Katherine raised one brow."Is that right ?"

Tommy leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na examine it."

The kiss came hard. Hungry.

His hired man found her rosehip and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a word. Her gown fell open just enough to reveal the shine inner curve of her thigh, the voiced weight of her boob. His mouth claimed hers — deep, wet, sure. She didn't resist.

"Ohhh,"she exhaled against his rim,"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, indigent. His intimation hit her alike heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his tongue was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was tedious now. More deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every sound she made, every twitch of her pelvic arch, every intimation that caught. His hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, spreading her wider, anchoring her open.

Katherine bucked.

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

He didn't.

He licked her with purpose. Let her depend upon his brass, let her grind her soaked kitty against his mouth, let her groan 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 irregular 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 sacrifice her prison term to recover.

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

She gasped, one hand gripping the bound for balance.

It hit her then — hard and clear.

There was no more holding back. No more teasing.

Her slit wasn't off-limits anymore.

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

It was happening. He was going to bonk 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 thick heat of his tool glide between her slick folds… rub against her opening… and she whimpered, arching back toward him.

"Tommy…"she gasped.

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

Her head fell forward.

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

The stretch was genuine. 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 make — 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 growling :

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

Katherine just whimpered.

And took every inch.

The room spun.

Katherine was breathless. Her gown was gone. Her body bare. Her second joint still slick with spit, sweat, and the saccharine flood 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 hairgrip 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 chest rose and fell, lips parted, soundbox trembling.

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

She swallowed, branch spreading slightly, instinctively.

"I know you need it."

And then he was crawling over her, genu between her thighs, one manus under her ass, lifting her just adequate — and he slid in. thick. oceanic abyss. Slowly. Until their rose hip met and she gasped like she'd been stabbed with pleasure.

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

Tommy grunted, pulling her thighs high, pushing harder, faster. The audio of his hips slapping her soaked build echoed off the walls. His hands caught her articulatio radiocarpea, pinning them above her head teacher, and his mouth devoured her tit — licking, sucking, biting down just enough to make her cry out.

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

"I'm not,"he growled, lips dragging across her thorax, vocalism thick with lust."And you're gon na fucking palpate that."

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

Katherine arched violently, eyes rolling back.

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

But Tommy didn't stop.

He fucked her through it, watching her twitching and pip-squeak and writhe beneath him.

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

She whimpered.

"Use your actor's line,"he demanded.

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

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

"knee. 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 balls slapped against her soaked clit, her body jerking forward with every thrust.

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

She sobbed through it."Oh screw, roll in the hay, yes ... Pound me ... stretch this pussy, fuck me stupid ..."

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

She gasped."Tommy ...."

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

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

"You will be."

His cock never stopped moving, his rhythm stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his fingerbreadth just inside, just enough to make 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 piece of paper, moaning into the mattress.

"Yours ! Yours, babe ... ! piece of ass yes ... just don't stop .."

region 2

The awakening

Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine's pelvis tight, firm, genitive case, hungry. The heating between them was thick, intemperate, drenched in sweat and desire. Her slit 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 violence that made her gasp.

Her ass clapped loud against his second joint. The strait echoed through the house.

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

His rhythm method turned brutal. trench. Commanding.

slap after slap of skin confluence cutis. The wet phone of her cunt clinging to him. Her moans layered with every thrust.

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

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

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

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

"You earned this… I'm proud of you…"

Then, breathless, quixotic, she added :

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

Those Christian Bible nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, rosehip snapping harder, recondite, punishing. She could barely keep on herself good, her arms shaking beneath her. Her face buried in the mainsheet. Her body braced for the next explosion.

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

Her pussy spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

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

She collapsed.

Panting. Quaking. Legs trembling. Eyes wide in shock.

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

Tommy looked down at his cockeyed 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 waistline, and flipped her onto her rachis in one fluid, practiced motion.

Katherine landed subdued on the bed, thighs spread across-the-board, 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 oceanic abyss again ... slow and thick.

She cried out, back arching off the bed.

"Ohhh fuck, yes, yes .. deeper, babe ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her articulatio radiocarpea above her head and drove chisel into her grueling, fast, and relentless. His mouthpiece moved to her tit, sucking, biting, pulling one sore nipple into his mouth while his stopcock ruined her.

"You're not the Saami 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, calendar method of birth control heavy and unstoppable. Her legs shook. Her cry grew tatty, more central. Her cunt gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

She squirted again. This time soaking the bed. The flat solid were a mickle beneath her.

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

He grabbed her thighs, holding her wide open, watching her body lose ascendancy again and again beneath him.

Still, he didn't slow.

Tommy flipped her once more - onto all fours. Her ass raised high, her hair falling around her 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 sight made his cock twitch, her pussy still glistening and dripping, her tight piddling pickle 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 lubricant, drizzled some along the snap of her ass, and used his fingerbreadth to tease it in slow, slickness set 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 soused clit with his early hand.

Katherine's fountainhead dropped between her arms, her organic structure 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 necessitate it all."

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

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

He leaned in close, voice low and full of sour 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 pecker along her slick pussy, 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 chest was rising and falling fast. Her lips were parted. Her eyes were glassy and wild.

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

Katherine turned, opened her back talk wide, tongue out, lips wet.

'' hold it to me, '' she whispered. `` Let me smack everything you just claimed. ``

With a growl, Tommy came - midst spurts landing across her oral fissure, tongue, and Kuki-Chin. She moaned as it hit, messy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the rest over her flushed cheeks.

He leaned down. Kissed her forehead.

He leaned down. Kissed her forehead.

Katherine stared up at him, glowing.

'' That, '' she whispered, `` was delinquent. ``

Tommy smirked, brushing a hand through her hair.

'' It was only the beginning. ``

Chapter 13

The sharpness of fixation

The dayspring sun cast a warm luminescence across Katherine's bedroom, slipping past sheer drapery and settling gently on skin still humming from the night before. She lay on her side, one leg bent, the sheet pulled lazily over her articulatio coxae. Her chest rose and fell in slow rhythm — but her judgement was nowhere near calm.

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

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

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

Tommy's cockcrow 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 fuzz to the slight bounce in his step as he pulled on a clean white tee and dismal grey shorts.

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

Confidence wasn't something he had to strain for anymore. It was on him — like a scent, a posture, a pull.

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the fruit aisle, a handbasket 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 hair was lighter now — wavy and flabby. A inadequate white crop top clung to her small waist, and slopped denim shorts hugged her circle, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that sure-footed walk — but in this second, it faltered.

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

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

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

"fountainhead,"he said, dropping the urine into his hoop,"enjoy the visit."

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

Tommy paused, lifted a brow."Why ?"

"No cause. Just figured maybe we could pay heed. Catch up."

He gave her a slow smiling."Maybe."

That night, Tommy's phone lit up.

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

He chuckled, then opened a subject matter 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 give ear out. Texted me just now.

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

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

Tommy tossed his phone onto the bed and leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, 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 forget a mark she'd never shake.

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved hands buried deep in mulch as he helped her tend the garden. The sun was high and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every shovel, every tug of stubborn weeds. sudor dripped from his brow, soaking through his fitted white tankful top, clinging to his chest and back. His arm flexed with every movement, his consistency a exhibit of youthful strength.

Katherine watched from the shade, a improbable chicken feed of frost tea in her hired man. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her thighs 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 sun with the glass.

Tommy looked up, grinning as he wiped his brow with the backrest of his hand."You trying to trouble me while I'm working ?"

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

Tommy chuckled, taking a sip. That's when his phone buzzed again — and again. He pulled it from his air pocket, thumbed over the apprisal. 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 beat before replying.

Tommy : masses grow.

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

Tommy smirked to himself, then replied :

Tommy : You're looking great yourself.

Katherine tilted her oral sex, watching his smiling reaching wider with every ping."Jess ?"

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

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

Tommy raised an eyebrow."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 sleeping room at my house. Big one. With a sound view."

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

"I could return the favor."

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

That eve, Jess arrived just after eight. The street lamps were on, casting amber abstemious 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 branch and perfectly round ass. A crop, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly skin and just enough cleavage to tease. Her curly whisker spilled in wave over her shoulders, glistening and full. Her lips were painted a soft pink, eyes lined just enough to stimulate them grave. And she smelled… intoxicating.

Tommy opened the door, casually leaning against the soma in a blank blackamoor 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 friend ?"

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

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

"Come on."

She followed him up — the hush of her heels on the wear upon steps, her eyes tracing the subscriber line of his shoulders under that fragile black cotton. He didn't looking at back, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt her watching.

Upstairs, the spare bedroom felt too small all of a sudden — warm, quiet, the lamp throwing soft shadows on the rampart. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one knee bent, the other stretched out. He looked steady, self-colored — like he owned the outer space without needing to say a word.

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

Tommy lifted an brow, amused."What ? An literal 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 cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away."You've changed,"she murmured, her eyes dipping to his chest of drawers, then lour — catching the thick shape pressing against the soft fabric of his joggers. He didn't adjust. Didn't restlessness. Just let her see it.

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

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

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

Jess's finger's breadth found his knee, tracing up his thigh, decelerate, testing. Her breathing space caught when she felt the heavy ridge beneath the cotton fiber. She flicked her eye up at him, voice trembling."You gon na end me ?"

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

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

Katherine, in the dark slit of the closet, felt her breath stutter — her fingerbreadth pressing to her sassing. She could experience it — the flip. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't chase. He didn't beg. He let her occur to him — and she was falling, fast.

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

Her tits bounced loose, nipples already tight. Tommy just stared for a metre — then leaned in, mouth closing around one, knife flicking, teeth grazing just enough to piss her breath hitch. 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 whisker spilling across the pillow. He settled between her second joint, thenar dragging her blue jean down slow. She lifted her hips for him, oculus wide-eyed, pupils blown.

By the time he spread her open, Jess was dripping — soft garden pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a password. He just dipped his point, tongue dragging up her slit in one slow, devastating solidus that made her all consistence tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her fingers clutched at the sheets. She felt his mouth curvature into a tiny smiling against her pussy.

His natural language circled her button, slow, then flicked, sucked — his hands gripping her thigh, keeping them wide when they threatened to close around his head.

"dungeon them outdoors,"he murmured, the words a quick growling against her puff up heat.

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

When her coming hit, it ripped through her — her back bowed, her puss clenching around his digit, soaking his backtalk and chin. He didn't pull away. He licked every drop-off, obtuse and unhurried, like she was his favorite secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's thigh, mouth glistening, eyes dark with the taste of her. He hovered just long enough to let her beguile her breathing place — the lenient thicket of his thumb against her clit making her tug with aftershocks.

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy rocked his hips slow down at starting time — trench, deliberate CVA that made Jess clutch the sheet, her knuckles gabardine, her tooth sinking into her humble lip.

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

Tommy gripped her second joint wider, his pace quickening — the slap of skin on pelt echoing through the low room.

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

He pounded her harder, the force jolting her torso back on the bed. Her titmouse bounced with every knife thrust. Katherine's breath hitched in the wardrobe — her fingerbreadth working faster, her early hand bracing her against the slatted door.

Tommy felt her tighten, felt the 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 edge of the bed.

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

"Ohhh my god — Tommy — I love this dick — fuck—"she gasped, her part 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 vocalism dark but composure."Show me."

Jess rode him toilsome — wet sounds filling the elbow room as her pussy clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. swither dripped down her spikelet. Her hands braced on his chest, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the closet, Katherine's fingers plunged thick inside her own kitty-cat, her eyes locked on the mountain. Jess's bosom bouncing, that risky, hungry facial expression on her look. 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 nada. She squealed, stage wrapped soused around his waist. He moved her to the headboard, turned her around, bent her forward — her decoration braced on the wood, her ass high.

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

Jess screamed — raw, dire — her representative breaking as he slammed into her. The bed frame creaked under the strength, the audio of him pounding her echoing off the walls.

"Oh fuck — Tommy — oh my god — you're fucking me so severely — shtup — fuck — ohhhh fuck— !"

He grabbed her haircloth, twisting it around his fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each smacking of his hips made her body jolt, her second joint shaking.

"Yeah… take it…"His spokesperson was a rough growling, but so steady — no rush, just relentless.

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

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

Before she could even say it, her body gave out — her slit clenching hard, a hot gush of liquid squirting out around his cock. She shrieked as the orgasm ripped through her, her legs trembling so violently she stumbled forward, crashing into the nightstand. The lamp toppled to the floor with a dull thud.

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

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

He drove into her one last clock time — articulatio coxae slamming rich, turncock pulsing thick inside her — and emptied himself, hot rope spilling so deep she swore she could feel it in her venter. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every final stage drop, her pussy fluttering helplessly around him.

When he finally pulled out, his tool slipped free people with a wet, obscene sound that made her physical structure twitch. She whimpered, still sensitive, still raw. He collapsed beside her, one arm slung lazily across her shank, his body heavy and strong and undeniably there.

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

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

"Holy fuck…"she finally breathed, her voice hoarse, barely a rustle. She turned her principal slowly toward him, eyes wide in stunned disbelief."Tommy…"

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

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

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

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

She rolled onto her back slowly, carefully, her trunk aching in the most delicious elbow room. Her fingerbreadth found his chest again, tracing lazy circuit over the foxy skin, needing to advert him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"shtup,"she murmured again, eyes roaming over his face, his jaw, his rima oris."Why the hell did I ever let you go ?"

He just raised an brow, silent.

Jess exhaled sharply, her face 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 vox 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 ascendence 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 walk away."

There was no teasing in her tone anymore. No playful bound. Just awe. sorrow. And a desperate hunger that had shifted from purely physical to something deeper.

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

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

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