This story is raw, shameless, and drenched in desire. It's about control, obsession, and the hunger we pretend not to have. Every scene pushes limits emotional and physical. If you’re looking for polite erotica, this isn’t it. But if you crave heat, power, and temptation? Welcome.
Chapter 12 - Part 1
The Shift
The text came in just after lunch.
Marla:
“Can’t make it tonight, Kat. Flight delayed. Chicago’s a mess.
Raincheck. Make it worth the wait.”
Katherine stared at the message, lips 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 test. The final 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 hold back.
Katherine didn’t send a response. She didn’t warn Tommy.
She just poured another glass, turned on soft music, and waited — legs 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 like that.
Not with that look in his eyes.
Tommy shut the door behind him, slow and deliberate. He didn’t even wait for her to speak.
He stalked forward — eyes locked on her, barefoot, robe barely tied, wine glass in hand — and walked with a heat in his body she hadn’t seen before.
“Door wasn’t locked,” he said. Voice low. Steady.
Katherine tilted her head, smirking. “And here I was thinking I’d still need to train you.”
Tommy stepped into her space.
Her smirk faltered. Just a beat.
He took the glass from her fingers 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 gonna prove it.”
The kiss came hard. Hungry.
His hands found her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen island without a word. Her robe fell open just enough to reveal the smooth inner curve of her thigh, the soft weight of her breast. His mouth claimed hers — deep, wet, sure. 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 thighs apart. His face hovered over her pussy — already glistening, hot, needy. His breath hit her like heat from a flame.
“Tommy,” she breathed.
But his tongue was already there — devouring.
She gasped.
“Ohh… fuck…”
He was slower now. More deliberate. Licking her like he was savoring every sound she made, every twitch of her hips, every breath 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 stop, baby—”
He didn’t.
He licked her with purpose. Let her ride his face, let her grind her soaked pussy against his mouth, let her moan 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 second came faster. Messier. Her whole body 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 give her time to recover.
Tommy lifted her off the counter, spun her around, and bent her forward again — chest flat to the cool granite, ass arched, pussy glistening and exposed.
She gasped, one hand gripping the edge for balance.
It hit her then — hard and clear.
There was no more holding back. No more teasing.
Her pussy 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 fuck her.
And she wanted it. She needed it.
Her legs trembled — not from fear, but from the kind of anticipation that steals breath.
She felt the thick heat 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 head fell forward.
“Oh my fuuuck—” she cried, voice cracking as he filled her.
The stretch was real. 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 create — 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 growl:
“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 body bare. Her thighs still slick with spit, sweat, and the syrupy 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 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, lips 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, knee between her thighs, one hand under her ass, lifting her just enough — and he slid in. Thick. Deep. Slowly. Until their hips 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 flesh 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 make her cry out.
“You’re not the same boy,” she gasped, eyes wide, body jerking under him.
“I’m not,” he growled, lips dragging across her chest, voice thick with lust. “And you’re gonna fucking feel that.”
He drove into her, full force — hips rolling, deep strokes punching moans 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 cock. Her orgasm hit hard — a brutal, wet explosion 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 gonna do it again?”
She whimpered.
“Use your words,” 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 back like a slut in heat.
He grabbed her hips, 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, fuck, yes... pound me...stretch this pussy,fuck me stupid...”
Tommy reached for the lube that Katherine had tossed lazily near the headboard days 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 ready 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 gonna 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 sheets, moaning into the mattress.
Tommy shifted behind her, hands gripping Katherine’s hips tight, firm, possessive, hungry. The heat between them was thick, heavy, drenched in sweat and desire. Her pussy was soaked, dripping, the slickness 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 force that made her gasp.
Her ass clapped loud against his thighs. The sound echoed through the house.
“Fuuuck, Tommy…” she moaned, her voice already wrecked. “Yes… yes… take it, baby… drill me...”
His rhythm turned brutal. Deep. Commanding.
Slap after slap of skin meeting skin. The wet sound of her cunt clinging to him. Her moans layered with every thrust.
“It’s yours... have it,” she cried. “You own this fucking pussy now.”
He was wild and relentless. Holding her hips like handlebars, pulling her back into each punishing thrust.
She was trembling. On the edge. 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 finish in my mouth.”
Those words nearly pushed him over the edge.
But he kept going, hips snapping harder, deeper, punishing. She could barely keep herself upright, her arms shaking beneath her. Her face buried in the sheets. Her body braced for the next explosion.
“Take me to the moon, baby,” she whimpered, “I’m almost theeeeeerrre— I’m about to exploooode—”
Her pussy spasmed, tightening violently.
Then it happened.
She let out a scream, and suddenly — with force and heat — 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 soaked 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 back in one fluid, practiced motion.
Katherine landed soft on the bed, thighs spread wide, 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 deep again... slow and thick.
She cried out, back arching off the bed.
“Ohhh fuck, yes, yes..deeper, baby...stretch me...oh my god...”
He pinned her wrists above her head and drove into her hard, fast, and relentless. His mouth moved to her breasts, sucking, biting, pulling one sensitive nipple into his mouth while his cock ruined her.
“You’re not the same boy,” she gasped, barely able to breathe.
“I’m not,” he growled. “And you’re gonna feel that.”
She did.
He slammed into her over and over, rhythm heavy and unstoppable. Her legs shook. Her cries grew louder, more primal. Her pussy gushed around him again wet, messy, out of control.
She squirted again. This time soaking the bed. The sheets were a mess 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 control 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 little hole 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 lube, drizzled some along the crack of her ass, and used his fingers to tease it in slow, slick circles 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 walls clenched.
“You’re filthy,” she panted. “And I love it.”
He worked the finger in and out, stretching her slowly while stroking her soaked clit with his other hand.
Katherine’s head 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 gonna 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… stretch me, baby… teach my ass who it belongs to…”
He leaned in close, voice low and full of dark promise.
“This hole’s gonna be mine too. Just like that pussy.”
And then .... while her ass was still twitching from the stretch.... he stroked his cock 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 mouth wide, tongue out, lips wet.
"Give it to me," she whispered. "Let me taste everything you just claimed."
With a growl, Tommy came - thick spurts landing across her mouth, tongue, and 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 overdue."
Tommy smirked, brushing a hand through her hair.
"It was only the beginning."
Chapter 13
The Edge of Obsession
The morning sun cast a warm glow across Katherine’s bedroom, slipping past sheer curtains 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 slow 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 mouth, his hands, his confidence had awakened something in her. She had mentored him, teased him, tempted him… but now? Now she was feeling things she hadn’t in years. Powerless things. Dangerous things.
Katherine blinked up at the ceiling, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. “That boy is becoming something else.”
Tommy’s morning 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 hair to the slight bounce in his step as he pulled on a clean white tee and dark grey shorts.
He grabbed his keys and headed out for errands. Grocery store, protein shakes, a trim 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 scent, a posture, a pull.
And then...
“Tommy?”
He turned.
She was standing near the fruit aisle, a basket in hand, 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 soft. A short white crop top clung to her small waist, and tight denim shorts hugged her round, perky ass like they were made for her. She had that confident walk — but in this moment, it faltered.
Tommy picked up a bottle of water, 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’s birthday.”
“Well,” he said, dropping the water into his basket, “enjoy the visit.”
Jess bit her lip. “You, uh… got plans tomorrow?”
Tommy paused, lifted a brow. “Why?”
“No reason. Just figured maybe we could hang. Catch up.”
He gave her a slow grin. “Maybe.”
That night, Tommy’s phone lit up.
Jess: Hey... I meant what I said. Wanna hang tomorrow?
He chuckled, then opened a message thread 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 hang out. Texted me just now.
Katherine: Well well. Little miss heartbreaker wants another taste.
Tommy: I’ve got her attention now. She couldn’t stop 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 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 leave 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. Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking through his fitted white tank top, clinging to his chest and back. His arms flexed with every movement, his body a display of youthful strength.
Katherine watched from the shade, a tall glass of iced tea in her hand. 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.
“Damn, 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 forehead with the back of his hand. “You trying to distract 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 pocket, thumbed over the notifications. 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: 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 stretch wider with every ping. “Jess?”
Tommy nodded. “She wants to hang.”
Katherine’s grin spread. “You should. Show 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 bedroom at my house. Big one. With a good view.”
Katherine’s smile turned into a slow, mischievous smirk. “Oh really now?”
“I could return the favor.”
She sipped her iced tea, her eyes never leaving his. “I like this version of you, Tommy.”
That evening, Jess arrived just after eight. The street lamps were on, casting amber light 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 jeans hugged her toned legs and perfectly round ass. A cropped, off-the-shoulder white top revealed smooth belly skin and just enough cleavage to tease. Her curly hair spilled in waves over her shoulders, glossy and full. Her lips were painted a soft pink, eyes lined just enough to make them dangerous. And she smelled… intoxicating.
Tommy opened the door, casually leaning against the frame in a clean 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 visit old friends?”
She laughed, the sound soft 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 unspoken. He nodded once toward the stairs.
“Come on.”
She followed him up — the hush of her heels on the worn steps, 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 spare bedroom felt too small all of a sudden — warm, quiet, the lamp throwing soft shadows on the walls. Tommy leaned back against the headboard, one knee bent, the other stretched out. He looked steady, solid — 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 lips. “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 cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “You’ve changed,” she murmured, her eyes dipping to his chest, then lower — catching the thick shape pressing against the soft fabric of his joggers. He didn’t adjust. Didn’t fidget. Just let her see it.
“Lot can happen in a few months,” he said, voice calm, warm.
Her knee pressed closer, grazing his thigh. “You look… good,” she breathed. “Better than good. It’s driving me crazy.”
Tommy just sat there, the corner of his mouth curving into a small, knowing smile. He didn’t move an inch.
Jess’s fingers found his knee, tracing up his thigh, slow, testing. Her breath caught when she felt the heavy ridge beneath the cotton. She flicked her eyes up at him, voice trembling. “You gonna stop me?”
His hand closed over hers — gentle, but unshakable. He guided her palm up, laid it flat on his chest 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, slow at first, tasting him, her fingers curling into his shirt. He didn’t rush her. He just tilted his head, deepened it when she gasped, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing the soft, helpless sound she made.
Katherine, in the dark slit of the closet, felt her breath stutter — her fingers 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 come to him — and she was falling, fast.
Jess’s breath was shaky when she pulled back, lips pink and wet. Her hand dragged up under his tank, fingers grazing his warm skin. He tugged her top up and off in one smooth pull, tossed it to the side without looking.
Her tits bounced free, nipples already tight. Tommy just stared for a beat — 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 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 hair spilling across the pillow. He settled between her thighs, palms dragging her jeans down slow. She lifted her hips for him, eyes wide, pupils blown.
By the time he spread her open, Jess was dripping — soft pink, flushed, needy. He didn’t say a word. He just dipped his head, tongue dragging up her slit in one slow, devastating stroke that made her whole body tense.
“Fuck—Tommy—” Her fingers clutched at the sheets. She felt his mouth curve into a tiny smile against her pussy.
His tongue circled her clit, slow, then flicked, sucked — his hands gripping her thighs, keeping them wide when they threatened to close around his head.
“Keep them open,” he murmured, the words 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 hips bucked off the bed. He didn’t stop. 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 arched, her pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking his mouth and chin. He didn’t pull away. He licked every drop, slow 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 jerk with aftershocks.
“That’s just the warm-up,” 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 thick head of his cock nudging her slick entrance — and pushed in slow.
Jess’s gasp tore through the room. Her eyes flew open, back arching as he forced her to take every inch.
“Oh—fuck—Tommy—” she moaned, her voice high, breathless. The stretch burned in the best way — every inch of her felt raw, filled.
In the closet, Katherine bit her lip so hard it nearly bruised. Her hand slipped under her skirt, fingers 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 at first — deep, deliberate strokes that made Jess clutch the sheets, her knuckles white, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
“Fuck… yes… yes…” she breathed, eyes squeezed shut. The sound of her wet pussy clung to every thrust — messy, obscene.
Tommy gripped her thighs wider, his pace quickening — the slap of skin on skin echoing through the small room.
Jess’s moans turned shameless. “Oh fuck — Tommy — oh god — yes — fuck me—”
He pounded her harder, the force jolting her body back on the bed. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Katherine’s breath hitched in the closet — her fingers working faster, her other hand bracing her against the slatted door.
Tommy felt her tighten, felt the tremor ripple through her thighs. 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 cock again — her pussy swallowing him deep, 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 make her cry out.
“Faster,” he murmured, his voice dark but calm. “Show me.”
Jess rode him harder — wet sounds filling the room as her pussy clung to him, each slap of her ass echoing. Sweat dripped down her spine. Her hands braced on his chest, her nails scraping lightly as she moaned louder.
In the closet, Katherine’s fingers plunged deep inside her own pussy, her eyes locked on the sight. Jess’s tits bouncing, that wild, hungry look on her face. 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 nothing. She squealed, legs wrapped tight around his waist. He moved her to the headboard, turned her around, bent her forward — her palms braced on the wood, her ass high.
He nudged his cock back in, no warning — burying himself deep.
Jess screamed — raw, desperate — her voice breaking as he slammed into her. The bed frame creaked under the force, the sound of him pounding her echoing off the walls.
“Oh fuck — Tommy — oh my god — you’re fucking me so hard — fuck — fuck — ohhhh fuck—!”
He grabbed her hair, twisting it around his fist, pulling her head back as he drove deeper, faster. Each slap of his hips made her body jolt, her thighs shaking.
“Yeah… take it…” His voice was a rough growl, but so steady — no rush, just relentless.
Katherine bit down on her own moan as she came, her fingers still working as she watched Jess’s body unravel. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, pleasure blooming warm in her belly as Tommy’s pace turned savage.
Before she could even say it, her body gave out — her pussy 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 fall — dragged her back 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 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 cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound that made her body twitch. She whimpered, still sensitive, still raw. He collapsed beside her, one arm slung lazily across her waist, his body heavy and warm and undeniably there.
And Jess… couldn’t speak. Not at first.
She stared ahead, eyes unfocused, lips parted, her body 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 voice 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 hell was that?” she asked, a dazed smile tugging at her lips. “You… you just destroyed me.”
Tommy smirked, brushing a hand 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 body aching in the most delicious ways. Her fingers found his chest again, tracing lazy circles over the slick skin, needing to touch him, to anchor herself to something solid.
“Fuck,” she murmured again, eyes roaming over his face, his jaw, his mouth. “Why the hell did I ever let you go?”
He just raised an eyebrow, 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 honest. She bit her lip, her eyes searching his.
“You fucked me like no one else ever has. You didn’t just use my body, 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 second, stunned by her own admission.
“Now I feel like I just woke up from some long-ass dream, and I’m lying next to the one guy I should’ve never let walk away.”
There was no teasing in her tone anymore. No playful edge. Just awe. Regret. And a desperate hunger that had shifted from purely physical 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 closet, Katherine’s hand froze between her thighs, her lips parted in a breathless, fascinated smile.
Because this — this was exactly what she’d been waiting for.