“Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” she moans musically, coming so hard that her asshole seizes even harder on my dick. “Ohhhhh.”
It feels so good.
I can’t hold back any longer. With a roar, I erupt hard inside of her, filling her anus up with my come. Hot white spurts of semen jet into her back chamber, filling it up with my seed. She takes it all, her ass pumping me again and again, milking me of the good stuff.
Finally, it ends and Katie moans before sinking onto the mattress, her body limp.
I collapse on top of her, wrapping my arms around her body. I feel the instictive need to keep this woman safe, and to protect her from all of the evils of the world. I know this is supposedly just a temporary arrangement, but in the back of my mind, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if we made this permanent.
No.
That wouldn’t work.
This is good. Too good. It won’t last because nothing this good ever does.
Still, for now, there’s no harm in enjoying myself, and making her feel pleasure along the way as well.
After a while, I pull out, letting our underwear soak up most of the mess. Then, I slowly peel off the fabric and put them in a couple of plastic baggies. I toss them on the nightstand before joining her on the bed once more.
With my arms around her waist, I look into her eyes. “Does your bottom hurt, sweetheart?”
She blushes but then nods.
“Wait here.” I get back up and grab some soothing lotion from the bathroom. “Lie on your stomach for me, Katie Kat.”
Rolling over, she does as she’s told, allowing me to rub the lotion onto her asshole in order to soothe the pain. When I’m done, I lie down properly, patting the spot next to me.
“Mind if I sleep with you for a little while?”
She raises an eyebrow in question.
I’ve never slept with her. Well, not like that, anyway. We have sex, but it doesn’t mean that I fall asleep next to her. After all, sleeping with someone in the same bed reveals your vulnerabilities. They can see your face slack with relaxation, and see how your limbs are sprawled out in abandon.
Yet it feels right with Katie. What we do together is becoming more meaningful by the second, and I want to curl my big body around hers, and protect her until the light of day.
She smiles.
“Yes, Bruce,” she murmurs as she snuggles up to me. “Stay.”
I hold her as she falls asleep, her head nuzzled into my shoulder. As she dozes, I contemplate not ending things in a month. Maybe, just maybe, this can all work out.
Suddenly, Katie opens her eyes again, her expression a little bleary. “Oh wait, my mom is coming soon, remember? Meredith wants to pay us a visit.”
A pull back a bit to look into her eyes.
“You’re bringing your mother out here?” I ask, slightly surprised. I had no idea she was planning to do this. Katie nods sleepily, while pushing some hair out of her face.
“Of course. I can’t leave Meredith back home all alone forever. I’m her only family. Maybe she can help with the business or something. You know, she was always really gung-ho about Panty Time.”
Silence falls in the bedroom. I’m no longer sure what to say because this sounds like a nightmare. Katie’s mom moving in? What the fuck? Nothing could be worse.
I mean, I had an inkling that Katie was co-dependent on her only parent. The first day we met, she insisted on calling her mom to talk over the Panty Time deal. But now, it’s clearly reached much bigger proportions. She’s thinking about moving Meredith out here, and giving her a job with our company?
It’s insane because this is not what I want. What if Meredith James is the Wicked Witch of the East? What if the middle-aged woman wants to contribute her own panties to Panty Time? No, definitely not. I can’t take the chance.
But I’ve been in business for a long time, so I respond like nothing’s wrong.
“I’ll tell my assistant to get a service apartment up and going. How about it? You can stay there with your mom, and I suppose it’s time to get you settled in your own place. It is the end of the month soon.”
My words sound nonchalant, although I’m in fact quite disappointed. I was hoping to keep Katie with me a while longer because it’s nice having her around, not to mention the playful conversation and non-stop sex. Who knew I’d enjoy our time together so much?
But Katie’s on the verge of dozing off again.
“Sounds good,” she murmurs sleepily. “An apartment sounds lovely.”
She turns over and burrows herself into my chest once more, her weight sleepy and warm. As I hold that curvy form, I ponder what comes next.
