Chapter 12 #2
Her fingers wiggle and bend and grasp at anything to keep her rooted, but all she gets is air.
My hips roll nice and slow at first, giving her that long deep stroke.
She pushes back, searching for more. Her thighs quiver with each pump and they start to lose their strength to hold her up.
Her knees slide wider and without her hands to brace, she can only fall flat.
I stop, my dick still tucked safely inside of her, and grip her legs.
Carefully I set one foot on the ground and then the other, letting hers follow.
She looks perfect. Bent over the edge of my bed, her calves flexed as she stands on her toes and her ass red with my handprints.
Her arms are stretched high above her head and I admire her hourglass figure, her brown hair wild and thrown this way and that.
“Me encanta follarte, Cathia.” I lean over, running my hand up her spine and telling her just how much I love fucking her.
And how much I fucking love her, in turn.
She looks over her shoulder at me, desperation written all over her face as she lays in misery.
I dig my fingers into her and she winces from the pain.
I just can’t help myself. I want to kiss her and bite her and live in her.
It’s sad how obsessed I am with her, to be honest, but ask me if I give a fuck.
Not one given.
I slide back inside of her hot pussy, watching her eyes roll back as I go.
She clenches her walls, squeezing my throbbing cock like a vise.
I thrust deep then hard and feel her breathing shallow.
Her whines increase and this is the point where I know she starts to become vocal.
My Cathia is reserved for the most part, but that orgasm hits her, she cusses like a sleep deprived sailor.
I need to play with her clit because that’s what she really wants. She loves it. Many times I’ve made her come from simply sucking on her nub. She’s so responsive and I can’t get enough of finding new ways to make her detonate.
I slip my arm under her hips and let my fingers tease, playing with her nipples first before finally pinching and twisting her clit. My strokes, my fingers, work together to help her cross the finish line.
“Oh fucking hell, Hayes. Yes. Fuck me. Right there. Shhhhit.” One curse word turns into two and three and just keeps adding to the tab.
Her body bucks and shakes, spilling out every ounce of her pleasure.
All the little twitches and contractions and grinding have me losing my mind and my strength to hold on for one more second.
I come with such a fury that it takes me by surprise.
My hand wraps around her hair as I work through the waves that pummel me.
“My Cat,” I mumble, barely able to grunt through the force of my orgasm.
When I’m drained, I lose my grip on her and myself, draping over her back. Our skin is hot and sticky with sweat and sex. The smell permeates my room and my senses. It’s all Cat and for as long as I live, I’ll never forget it or find anything better.
“How was that, darlin’?” I ask, pushing up allowing me to free her wrists.
“Let me,” she exhales. “Let me ask the judges.” One hand is freed and she shakes it, rolling her wrist around to get the blood flowing. “It’s unanimous. Ten out of ten.”
“Baby, bull riding is scored out of a hundred.” I roll to my side and her head turns to face me.
“Then you get a perfect score. Extra since you went well beyond the eight seconds.” I push the strands stuck to her drenched forehead and she closes her eyes and purrs.
“So does this mean you’re ready to let our friends in on the little secret we’ve been hiding?”
Her eyes pop open, wild and worried. “Not-not yet.”
“Fucking hell, Cat.” I punch the mattress as I sit up, furious.
“Wait. Just listen to me. Please.” She grabs my hand and rolls over on her back.
I’m distracted by her perky breasts that are perched high. It’s a sneaky tactic but it does the trick, rooting me to my spot.
“It’s not what you think. With all that is happening with Nix and Bishop and Anais, we’re all so torn up about it.
Let’s help to heal our little family that we’ve made.
We need to make Phoenix see that he needs to make amends with his best friend and niece.
I won’t choose a side despite how much I love the girls.
But Bishop’s like a brother and I won’t abandon him.
” She crawls to her knees and comes to rest on my lap, her pussy dripping our cum over my softening dick.
“If we come in all surprise, we’re together the focus will be on the how and when instead of working to bring the group back together. Does that make sense?”
I shrug and drape my arms around her, letting my hand fall to her ass. “I guess. I mean, I can see how Cami and Vaughan will immediately want to interrogate us, with the others waiting in line to do the same. Bishop kind of gets lost in the mix.”
“Right.” She perks up with a smile and it lights up my world. “It’ll be that much sweeter to tell them all together. I don’t want Bishop missing out on anything else. This Thanksgiving was the absolute worst without him and I don’t want to celebrate one more milestone where he’s not included.”
My girl and her big heart. So many times she’s put others happiness above hers, giving herself the leftovers which are usually sparse. Well now I want to give her the moon and stars and if this is her wish, then I’ll gladly grant it.
“Okay fine. Then let’s get working on making that happen because I’m going to explode from holding it in.”
She kisses me and we slump back, letting the moment carry us into another ripple of orgasms, smiles and now, love.