Chapter 12 - region 1

The Shift

The textual matter came in just after lunch.

Marla :

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

Raincheck. Make it worth the wait."

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

All week, she'd been preparing Tommy — watching him, pushing him, shaping him. She told herself it wasn't time. That Marla would be the real exam. The terminal 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 check back.

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

She just poured another Methedrine, turned on soft music, and waited — legs bare, gown untied beneath the shank. Letting the night write itself.

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

She knew.

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

Not with that look in his eyes.

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

He stalked forward — center locked on her, barefoot, gown barely tied, wine trash in bridge player — and walked with a heat in his body she hadn't seen before.

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

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

Tommy stepped into her space.

Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.

He took the shabu 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 breath warm against her ear.

"I'm gon na show it."

The osculation came hard. Hungry.

His hands found her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a Holy Scripture. Her gown fell undefended just enough to let out the placid inner curve of her second joint, the soft weight of her chest. His mouth claimed hers — thick, wet, certain. She didn't resist.

"Ohhh,"she exhaled against his lips,"so the boy has teeth now…"

"I'm not your boy,"he whispered."Not tonight."

He dropped to his knees. Pressed her second joint apart. His expression hovered over her pussy — already glistening, hot, needy. His breath hit her like heat from a flame.

"Tommy,"she breathed.

But his lingua was already there — devouring.

She gasped.

"Ohh… fuck…"

He was obtuse now. to a greater extent deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every sound she made, every twitch of her rosehip, every breath that caught. His manpower gripped the undersurface 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 human face, let her fag her soaked pussy against his back talk, let her moan until her vocalization cracked and her branch locked stiff around his head.

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

"Oh my god… !"

But he didn't stop.

Her second base came faster. Messier. Her hale consistence 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 give her meter to recover.

Tommy lifted her off the counter, spun her around, and bent her forward again — breast flat to the cool granite, ass arched, twat glistening and exposed.

She gasped, one handwriting gripping the bound for balance.

It hit her then — hard and clear.

There was no more holding back. No more teasing.

Her pussycat wasn't off-limits anymore.

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

It was happening. He was going to bonk her.

And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her legs trembled — not from veneration, but from the kind of prediction that steals breath.

She felt the thick hotness of his cock slide between her slick folds… rub against her opening… and she whimpered, arching back toward him.

"Tommy…"she gasped.

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

Her forefront fell forward.

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

The stretching was veridical. The astuteness was unreal.

The wait was over — and it was worth it.

She was finally getting fucked by the boy she trained — no, by the man she had helped create — and his 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 bosom bounced against the stone.

Tommy leaned in, his vocalisation 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 robe was gone. Her physical structure bare. Her thighs still slick with saliva, sweat, and the honeyed flood of her own arousal.

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

It was ownership.

"You've teased me for weeks,"he said, phonation low, tool twitching in his grip as he stroked it slowly."You think I didn't notice ? The way you talk to Ava. The way you look at me when you think I'm not watching…"

Katherine 's chest rose and fell, backtalk 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, stifle between her thighs, one manus under her ass, lifting her just plenty — and he slid in. midst. trench. Slowly. Until their hip joint 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 sound of his hips slapping her soaked form 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 seduce her cry out.

"You're not the same boy,"she gasped, heart wide-cut, consistency jerking under him.

"I'm not,"he growled, lips dragging across her chest, voice midst with lust."And you're gon na fucking feel that."

He drove into her, broad military force — hips rolling, deep chance event punching groan out of her back talk. Her consistence tightened, locked, then snapped.

Katherine arched violently, eyes rolling back.

"I'm cumming !"she screamed, kitty spasming around his stopcock. Her orgasm hit hard — a brutal, wet burst 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 fucking wet for me,"he groaned."You gon na do it again ?"

She whimpered.

"Use your Book,"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.

"Knees. Up. Now."

Katherine obeyed, trembling, crawling forward, arching her backbone like a trollop in heat.

He grabbed her hip, dragged her to the edge, and pounded back into her, from behind, deeper 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 tight little body's been begging for."

She sobbed through it."Oh fuck, shag, yes ... lb me ... stretch this pussy, fuck me dullard ..."

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

She gasped."Tommy ...."

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

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

"You will be."

His cock never stopped moving, his rhythm stayed punishing. He pushed the tip of his finger 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 puss's mine now ?"he growled, pounding deeper.

Katherine was drooling into the tabloid, 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 hips tight, firm, genitive, hungry. The high temperature between them was midst, impenetrable, drenched in sweat and desire. Her slit was soaked, dripping, the slickness coating his shaft as he ground the forefront along her slit.

Then he pulled back, just enough ... and slammed forward, burying himself inside her with a force that made her gasp.

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

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

His rhythm turned brute. Deep. Commanding.

Slap after slap of scramble meeting skin. The wet sound of her cunt clinging to him. Her groan layered with every thrust.

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

He was wild and relentless. Holding her rose hip like handlebars, pulling her backbone into each punishing thrust.

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

She was trembling. On the boundary. Clenching hard around him. Her voice cracked :

"You earned this… I'm proud of you…"

Then, breathless, wild-eyed, she added :

"You earned the right to end in my mouth."

Those words nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he kept going, pelvic girdle snapping harder, deeper, punishing. She could barely keep herself erect, her limb shaking beneath her. Her cheek buried in the canvas. Her organic structure braced for the next explosion.

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

Her snatch spasmed, tightening violently.

Then it happened.

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

She collapsed.

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

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

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

"You just squirted all over me."

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

But he wasn't done.

He reached down, gripped her by the waist, and flipped her onto her spinal column in one fluid, practiced motion.

Katherine landed soft on the bed, second joint spread widely, her eubstance already begging for more.

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

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

She cried out, back arching off the bed.

"Ohhh piece of ass, yes, yes .. deeper, baby ... stretch me ... oh my god ..."

He pinned her wrists above her drumhead and drove into her hard, fast, and relentless. His back talk moved to her tit, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive pap into his lip while his tool ruined her.

"You're not the Sami 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 method of birth control heavy and unstoppable. Her leg shook. Her call grew flash, to a greater extent primeval. Her pussy gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.

She squirted again. This prison term soaking the bed. The sheets were a mess up beneath her.

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

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

Still, he didn't slow.

Tommy flipped her once more - onto all quatern. 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 impertinence and spreading them wide. The sight made his cock twitch, her pussycat still glistening and dripping, her fast picayune pickle exposed, fluttering slightly from how bust up she already was.

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

He reached for the lube, drizzled some along the crack of her ass, and used his finger's breadth to card it in slow, foxy circles around her closely rim.

Katherine gasped, arching more.

"Oh god… baby…"

One fingertip pressed inward, gently breaching her, and she moaned — loud and deep.

"Mmm… nooky, what are you doing to me ...."

"Just a sense of taste,"he murmured, pushing deeper.

Her wall clenched.

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

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

Katherine's mind dropped between her arms, her body trembling with each swirl, each deeper press.

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

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

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

"Yesss… elongate me, baby… instruct my ass who it belongs to…"

He leaned in end, voice low and full of dismal promise.

"This golf 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 turncock along her slick pussy, coating it again, and slammed back inside her pussy hard.

She screamed.

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

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

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

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

Katherine turned, opened her sass wide, lingua out, brim wet.

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

With a growling, Tommy came - thick spurts landing across her oral cavity, tongue, and mentum. She moaned as it hit, mussy and hot, swallowing what she could and smearing the eternal sleep 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 hired man through her hair.

'' It was only the root. ``

Chapter 13

The Edge of obsession

The morning sun cast a warm glow across Katherine's bedchamber, slipping past sheer curtain 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 hips. Her chest rose and fell in irksome rhythm — but her mind was nowhere near calm.

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

She thought about it now — how Tommy's rima oris, his work force, his confidence had awakened something in her. She had mentored him, teased him, tempted him… but now ? Now she was feeling matter she hadn't in long time. Powerless things. grave things.

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

Tommy's morning started slacken, 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 footfall as he pulled on a light White River tee and dark grey shorts.

He grabbed his paint and headed out for errands. Grocery stock, protein handclasp, 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.

Confidence wasn't something he had to reach for anymore. It was on him — like a odor, a position, a pull.

And then ...

"Tommy ?"

He turned.

She was standing near the yield aisle, a handbasket in hand, and something in her center 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 voiced. A short ovalbumin crop top clung to her small waist, and tight denim short pants hugged her cycle, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that surefooted walk — but in this here and now, it faltered.

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy paused, lifted a brow."Why ?"

"No rationality. Just figured maybe we could give ear. pick up up."

He gave her a ho-hum grinning."Maybe."

That night, Tommy's telephone set lit up.

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

He chuckled, then opened a message train of thought 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 up out. Texted me just now.

Katherine : Well well. Little pretermit heartbreaker wants another taste.

Tommy : I've got her attention now. She couldn't full point staring.

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

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

Katherine : Show her. pee-pee her feel everything she missed.

Tommy tossed his earphone onto the bed and leaned back in his death chair, sleeve behind his psyche, thinking.

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

And Katherine ? She wanted it that way.

Tommy found himself out in Katherine's backyard, gloved manus buried deep in mulch as he helped her tend the garden. The sun was mellow and unrelenting, glistening off his skin with every shovel, every tug of stubborn weeds. Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking through his fit out Elwyn Brooks White armoured combat vehicle top, clinging to his chest and back. His arms flexed with every movement, his body a display of vernal strength.

Katherine watched from the shade, a marvelous looking glass of frost tea in her handwriting. She wore a wide-brimmed husk hat, sunglasses, and a flowy sundress that teased her thighs when the confidential information picked up. But her gaze never left him.

"shit, you're sexy when you sweat like that,"she said, stepping into the sunlight with the glass.

Tommy looked up, grinning as he wiped his frontal bone with the book binding 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 focus on anything else."

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

Jess : Hey, want to string up 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 great yourself.

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

Tommy nodded."She wants to hang."

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

Tommy raised an eyebrow."You sure ?"

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

He laughed, then leaned in too."There's a loo in the spare chamber at my family. Big one. With a good view."

Katherine's grin turned into a dumb, puckish smirk."Oh really now ?"

"I could repay the favor."

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

That even, 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 sidewalk was deliberate. Confident.

She was breathtaking.

Tight, high-waisted skinny dungaree hugged her toned ramification and perfectly assail ass. A trim, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly struggle and just enough segmentation to tease. Her curly hair spilled in undulation over her shoulder joint, glossy and wax. Her lips were painted a voiced pink, optic lined just enough to make them dangerous. And she smelled… intoxicating.

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

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

"Hey yourself. You always dress like that to impose old champion ?"

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

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

"Come on."

She followed him up — the hush of her cad on the worn measure, her eyes tracing the line of his shoulders under that thin black cotton. He didn't look back, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt her watching.

Upstairs, the unembellished chamber felt too small all of a sudden — warm, silence, the lamp throwing soft shadows on the rampart. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one knee knack, the other stretched out. He looked steady, self-coloured — like he owned the space without needing to say a word.

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

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

She laughed under her breath."Yeah. We spent more time 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 impertinence flushed, but she didn't look away."You've changed,"she murmured, her optic dipping to his chest, then low-toned — catching the thick embodiment pressing against the soft textile of his joggers. He didn't adjust. Didn't restlessness. Just let her see it.

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

Her human knee pressed closelipped, grazing his thigh."You look… expert,"she breathed."Better than thoroughly. It's driving me crazy."

Tommy just sat there, the recession of his sassing curving into a little, knowing smile. He didn't move an inch.

Jess's fingerbreadth found his genu, tracing up his thigh, slow up, testing. Her breath caught when she felt the labored ridgeline beneath the cotton. She flicked her eyes up at him, vocalism trembling."You gon na stop over me ?"

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

Jess's second joint 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 kick her. He just tilted his head, deepened it when she gasped, natural language sliding against hers, swallowing the soft, incapacitated sound she made.

Katherine, in the dark slit of the closet, felt her breather stammer — her finger's breadth pressing to her lips. She could feel it — the flip. Tommy wasn't that boy anymore. He didn't chase. He didn't beg. He let her descend to him — and she was falling, fast.

Jess's breath was shivering when she pulled back, lips pink and wet. Her hand dragged up under his storage tank, fingers grazing his warm pelt. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth pull, tossed it to the position without looking.

Her tits bounced unfreeze, mamilla already tight. Tommy just stared for a meter — then leaned in, mouth closing around one, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her breath hitch. He sucked until her back arched, then bit down lightly, pulling a whine from her lips.

When he pulled back, his voice was gravelly 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 thighs, palm tree dragging her blue jean down slow. She lifted her hips for him, eyes wide, educatee blown.

By the time he spread her candid, Jess was dripping — soft pink, flushed, needy. He didn't say a word of honor. He just dipped his drumhead, glossa dragging up her pussy in one slow, devastating stroke that made her unit body tense.

"Fuck—Tommy—"Her digit clutched at the shroud. She felt his mouth curvature into a tiny grin against her pussy.

His tongue circled her button, slow, then flicked, sucked — his hands gripping her thighs, keeping them all-embracing when they threatened to close around his head.

"Keep them open,"he murmured, the Christian Bible a warm growl against her swollen heat.

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

When her orgasm hit, it ripped through her — her back arching, her pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking his mouth and chin. He didn't clout away. He licked every fall, decelerate and unhurried, like she was his favorite secret.

Tommy came up from between Jess's thighs, mouth glistening, eyes dark with the taste of her. He hovered just long enough to let her catch her breath — the soft brush 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 open, trembling, glistening. Tommy just lined himself up — the midst forefront of his cock nudging her slick entrance — and pushed in slow.

Jess's gasp tore through the room. Her heart flew opened, back arching as he forced her to call for every inch.

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

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

Tommy rocked his hips slow at offset — trench, deliberate strokes that made Jess clutch the sheets, her knuckle white, her tooth sinking into her lower lip.

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

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

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

He pounded her harder, the force jolting her consistence back on the bed. Her tits bounced with every stab. Katherine's breath hitched in the closet — her digit working faster, her other hand bracing her against the slatted door.

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

Jess straddled him, already whimpering as she sank down on his prick again — her slit swallowing him rich, bed wetter than before.

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

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

Jess rode him grueling — wet sounds filling the room as her pussycat clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. Sweat dripped down her spine. Her workforce braced on his chest of drawers, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.

In the closet, Katherine's fingerbreadth plunged trench inside her own snatch, her heart locked on the sight. Jess's bosom bouncing, that wild, hungry look 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 goose egg. She squealed, legs wrapped mean around his waist. He moved her to the headboard, turned her around, bent her forward — her palms braced on the forest, her ass high.

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

Jess screamed — raw, heroic — her voice breaking as he slammed into her. The bed frame creaked under the force out, the phone of him pounding her echoing off the walls.

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

He grabbed her hair, twisting it around his fist, pulling her promontory back as he drove deeper, faster. Each slap of his pelvic arch made her organic structure jerking, her thigh shaking.

"Yeah… take it…"His voice was a rough growling, but so steady — no Benjamin Rush, just relentless.

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

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

Before she could even say it, her organic structure gave out — her pussy clenching strong, a hot flush of liquid squirting out around his cock. She shrieked as the orgasm ripped through her, her legs trembling so violently she stumbled forward, crashing into the nightstand. The lamp toppled to the trading floor 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 soaking 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 live on time — hips slamming deep, cock pulsing thick inside her — and emptied himself, hot ropes spilling so deep she swore she could feel it in her stomach. He stayed there, grinding into her, milking every last drop, her pussy fluttering helplessly around him.

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

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

She stared ahead, centre unfocused, lips parted, her consistency barely under her control. It was like she'd been electrocuted and blissfully wrecked all at once. Her pussy 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 wide in stunned disbelief."Tommy…"

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

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

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

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

She rolled onto her back slowly, carefully, her trunk aching in the most delicious ways. Her fingers found his breast again, tracing faineant circles over the slick tegument, needing to touch him, to anchor herself to something solid.

"Fuck,"she murmured again, oculus roaming over his face, his jaw, his back talk."Why the hell did I ever let you go ?"

He just raised an brow, silent.

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

Her voice cracked with emotion, raw and dependable. She bit her lip, her centre searching his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And in the water closet, Katherine's hand froze between her thighs, her lip 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 .