My fingers find Kat’s wetness. She moans and so do I.
“You sure didn’t discourage her,” Kat says.
“All part of the role-play, baby—I’m the hot bartender all the women wanna fuck, right?” I unbutton my jeans and pull down my briefs, freeing my cock.
“You like making me jealous,” Kat says, gripping my shaft.
I exhale sharply at her touch. “You know I do. So hot.” I maneuver her to the sink, push her belly up against it, and press myself into her back, staring over her shoulder at us in the mirror. “Making you jealous turns me on,” I say. I move her hair off her neck and kiss her hidden Scorpio tattoo.
She shudders.
“I like it when you’re a terrorist.” I yank her jeans down farther and slide my fingers into her wetness from behind. Oh yeah, she’s dripping wet. I slide my fingers up to her clit and shudder at the texture of it. It’s swollen and hard, slick against my fingertip. I swirl it around and around and she groans with excitement. I lean into her ear. “I like knowing you want me all to yourself.”
I bend my knees and slide my cock inside her slowly, ever so slowly, my gaze fixed on hers in the mirror as I enter her, and we both exhale audibly with relief and pleasure at the fucking awesome sensation.
She grips the sink with white knuckles as I begin thrusting in and out of her, my eyes locked onto hers as I do.
“You feel so good,” I whisper, fondling her breast under her blouse. “You’ve got a magic pussy, baby.”
Her nipples are rock hard. I pinch them greedily and she yelps.
“Say you want me all to yourself,” I command. I trail my hand down from her breast to her clit and she presses herself into my hand. “Tell me you were so fucking jealous you couldn’t stand it.”
She’s staring at me in the mirror with ice-blue eyes.
My hips are rocking with hers. We’ve found the perfect rhythm. It’s slow and sensual.
“I was so fucking jealous I couldn’t stand it,” she breathes, moving her hips with mine. “You’remine.”
“Oh, I like that,” I whisper in her ear, my eyes still locked on hers in the mirror. “Say it again.” I bite her earlobe.
“Mine,” she says, gritting her teeth. She reaches her arm up and around my neck.
I suck her earlobe like it’s her clit. “You feel so good,” I say. “You always feel so fucking good.”
“You make me so wet,” she whispers. “No one’s ever made me wet like this.”
“You like the way I fuck you, babe?”
She makes a sound like she just got burned with hot coffee.
“Yeah, baby. Here we go. Give it to me. This is the money right here—what I’ve been craving all fucking week.”
She whimpers. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, baby. Come on.”
“It’s a big one.” Her eyes darken.
“Yeah, baby. Let it go.” Our bodies have picked up speed. Sweat is beading on her face. Her cheeks are flushed. My fingers are working her hard clit furiously. This is so fucking good, I’m about to blow.
“I missed you so much, babe,” I whisper in her ear, my gaze never leaving hers in the mirror. “Had to come see you early, I missed you so fucking bad.”
Her eyes flutter and roll back into her head briefly. She lets out a loud groan and I clamp my free hand over her mouth.
“Let it go, baby,” I purr into her ear, gyrating into her, fingering her like I own her. I lick her neck, nibble her ear. “Let it go for me.”
Her entire body heaves and jolts and spasms. She arches her back, a pained sound pooling in her throat. I clamp my hand over her mouth again, trying to muffle the sounds coming out of her.
