Wordlessly, I guide her on top of me—moaning with pleasure as my cock enters her. The minute she’s on my saddle, I grip her hips and guide her pelvis into enthusiastic movement.
“Josh,” she cries, her tits bouncing wildly as she fucks me. “Oh my God,yes.”
She’s turning me on so much, I can’t even think. “You feel sogood,” I growl, grasping her rocking hips. “Oh my God, Kat, you feelsofucking good.”
I slide my fingers up her ass—a move that’s pushed her over the edge in the past—and this time, as before, it sends her directly into an orgasm. Her entire body stiffens. Her eyes roll back into her head. Her moans and whimpers morph into shrieks.
Note to self: Kat likes ass-play.
When Kat’s climax subsides, I throw her onto the bed and guide her onto her hands and knees—and then, without hesitation, spank the shit out of her ’til she’s squealing and moaning and twitching, and then I grip her hips and fuck her again from this new position. I’ve positioned Kat this way for my benefit—doggy-style happens to be one of my favorite ways to fuck—plus, after the orgasm Kat just had, I’m figuring she’s all done and it’s my turn now. But after only a handful of deep thrusts, it’s clear my little whore is ramping up to go off again.
Jesus, she’s supernatural.
I slow down my thrusts, trying my damnedest to hang on, and she makes that sharp-intake-of-breath sound that seems to signal an impending orgasm. I’m pretty sure that particular sound means two things: one, my girl’s hanging on by the barest of threads, and, two, it’s time for me to yank that motherfucking thread and watch her unravel.
I reach underneath her and grope her breasts and pinch her nipples and she jerks underneath my thrusting body like a bucking bronco. Nice. I increase the speed and depth of my thrusts and she begins whimpering. Good. I reach around and massage her clit, using one of the techniques described in my handy-dandy new book, and she wails with pleasure.
“I’m addicted to you, baby,” I say, sweat dripping off my brow. “Fuckingaddicted.”
“Oh my fuck,” she responds. “Jesus Christ Superstar. Motherfucker.”
Clearly, she likes what I’m doing (either that or she took acid before we started fucking), but, still, she doesn’t release.
I bite her shoulder. Rub her back. Kiss her neck. Grab her hair roughly. All while thrusting and groping and licking and fingering her.
“Oh my—oh jeeeeeeeeezus,” she moans. “Yes.”
She sounds like she’s possessed. Why isn’t she climaxing? Women are impossible to figure out, I swear to God.
Shit. I can’t hang on much longer. This is too fucking good.
Oh. I suddenly know exactly what to do.
I drape myself over her back, my fingers still working her clit, my cock thrusting deep inside her, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her slick skin, and press my lips into her ear. “You’re worth every fucking penny, baby,” I whisper. “Every fucking penny.”
Boom. She comes like I flipped on a flashlight, screaming my name as she does. Ah, my little terrorist and her imaginary pornos. They’re the key to her soul. Her entire body is clenching and rippling violently around my cock. Holy fuck, I love getting this woman off. It’s my new favorite game.
I grab her hips and ram myself into her as far as my cock can go, making her scream with agony or pleasure—I don’t really know which (or care)—and blow my load into her like a fucking fire hose blasting a burning building.
When I finish, she collapses onto the bed in a sweaty heap, gasping, and I lie on top of her, my body covering hers, my chest heaving, sweat pouring out of me.
“Holy shitballs,” she chokes out.
“Damn.”
Once I’ve caught my breath, I sweep her hair away from the back of her sweaty neck and kiss her hidden Scorpio tattoo. “You’re my new favorite hobby, babe,” I say.
She giggles. “I like being your hobby.”
“You’re a beast.” I lick the back of her neck. And then bite it. And then I run my hands all over her sweaty body, making her moan with pleasure. Jesus Christ Almighty, I just fucked the living hell out of this woman not two minutes ago and I’m already electrified at the thought of doing it again. I can’t get enough of her. I’ve never felt addicted like this before. I bite her shoulder and she squeals.
I crawl off Kat’s back and lie alongside her, pulling her close to me on the bed.
“You’re a beast,” I say softly, hugging her to me. “So amazing.”
“So are you,” she replies softly into my chest, her voice quavering.
I tip her chin up and kiss her gently. “You’re the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, Katherine Ulla Morgan.”
