Chapter Twenty #3
I slip the knife, sharp side up, under her thong, letting it slice through the flimsy scrap of lace that it is.
She lets out a throaty whimper as I rip the fabric from her hips.
I launch the knife across the room, the clang of metal on wood ringing out until it thuds into the skirting board.
She lifts her hips, rubbing her needy pussy against my length.
I’m rock-hard now, harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
She’s leaned into this, taken everything I’ve given her so far.
God, she’s incredible. Utterly, utterly incredible.
I pull off my hoodie, wearing nothing beneath, and pull out my cock. It’s throbbing, aching so badly to be inside her again, because it knows how close we are.
Her eyes drop as I palm myself, and her perfect little tongue peeks out, running along her lip.
“You look hungry,” I smirk.
“Not sure that would be enough to fill me up,” she spits.
Oh, I see this game. She’s getting a little mouthy now that she’s had my cock a few times. I see.
I push up her knees so they’re pushed into her chest, her pussy exposed to me, and ram myself home.
“Oh, shit . . . I didn’t mean—”
I pull back and slam again mercilessly.
“Shit, shit, shit. I didn't mean it, I didn’t mean it.”
Her wrists are tugging against the handcuffs as I fuck her, pounding into her over and over. I feel her walls tighten around me, squeezing the life out of my cock.
“You wanna play games, princess? We’ll play games. I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to beg me to stop.”
“Oh no, please don’t ever do that, Mr. Masked Man. What will I do about multiple orgasms?” She laughs.
I slam into her, roughly pulling down the cup of her lace bra and pinching her nipple hard.
With the other hand, I pinch her clit, and she detonates.
Her writhing body comes undone, her back bows, her legs twitch, wrapping around me to pull me deeper.
I’m thinking of anything I can to stop myself from coming, and she clenches around my cock, the slide of her arousal coating me, dripping down my thighs.
“Jeez, that was amazing. I’ll be begging for that cock now,” she murmurs, a small smile playing on her lips.
I laugh. “You think we’re done, princess? You think you get to talk shit to me, saying I’m not enough to fill you up, and then I’ll just fuck you once? Nah, better get ready.”
I flip her over so she’s on her elbows and knees, giving her no time to adjust as I push back into her. I slap her ass hard. “Tell me I’m enough, Katie.”
“No,” she whimpers, lifting her ass an inch higher.
I slap her again, her skin pink beneath my palm. “Tell me I’m enough for you.”
I reach around her hip, pinching her clit again, and her muffled cries sound into the pillow as she throbs around me.
Her hips are bucking, her back curved as if she can barely hold herself up.
She’s fucked, ruined, a complete mess. But she’s mine.
Whether she wants to admit it or not. Whether she wants to hear it or not, I can’t give her up.
Not when it’s this good. Not when I’ve felt more free with her in the last few weeks than I have in years.
“No more, please . . . no more.”
“I’m not hearing the words I need, princess.
” I slow my pace, letting her come down from her orgasm.
Pulling out of her wetness, I roll her back over.
Her red hair sticks to her face, her makeup smeared down her cheeks.
She’s a vision. My messy girl, so prim and proper all the time, for everyone except me. I get wild, untamed Katie.
Using my gloved hand, I push my leather-covered finger into her pussy, slowly thrusting in and out as she whimpers beautifully.
I dip my head, lifting off my mask so I can taste her between her legs.
“Please, I can’t take any more,” she whispers.
“You can. And you will.” My tongue circles her clit, and she twitches against my lips.
The evidence of her orgasms coating my beard as I lap her up.
My tongue explores every inch until she’s writhing, my thick fingers pushing her over the edge once again.
Her legs shake, her heels digging into my back.
“Jacob . . .” she cries as she falls into oblivion.
I keep up my pace, not letting up an inch as I lap against her little bud, my fingers stroking her perfect pussy until it clenches around me.
The sound of my name on her lips almost makes me come there and then.
I want to hear it every night. I want her first words in the morning, her last words at night.
I’m falling harder and harder for the girl I’d never thought would ever love me again.
But maybe, maybe there’s a chance for us.
Maybe there’s something here that’s more than just rough sex and fulfilled fantasies.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I say, releasing her from the handcuffs, and she immediately cups my face with both her hands, her wrists still bound with the tape.
She sighs heavily, a dopey smile on her face. “You’re more than enough for me, Jonesy. Now give me that cock.”
I grin, feeling like I’ve finally won a point on a scoreboard as she admits to me that I’m enough. I crawl over her, kissing her lips roughly, biting her lower lip and sucking it into my mouth.
She pushes her palm against my chest, rounding me until my back hits the pillows.
“You want me bound still?” she asks, holding up her wrists.
“Yeah, baby, I do.”
She stills for a moment, and I let that new name marinate until I tilt my head. An unspoken dare for her to call me out on it. She doesn’t, of course. Katie Murphy never shows her hand.
She settles between my thighs, pulling down my pants and boxers all the way down so they’re no longer loose around my hips. The angry head of my cock leaks pre-cum that mixes with hers.
She licks her lips, one hand awkwardly gripping the base of my shaft as the other cradles my balls. Jesus, I’m in heaven. I allow myself to sink back into the silk sheets. The cool fabric calms the heat that's burning inside me, but not enough. I’m one lick from Katie’s tongue away from exploding.
I wrap her long, wavy hair around my fist, gripping it tightly so she looks at me. But it hasn’t had the desired effect. Instead of exerting control, I’ve shown my hand; I’m desperate, dangerously close to losing it.
“You gonna give me this? You’re begging me for my cock, aren’t you?”
Her eyebrow raises in arched defiance.
“I don’t need your words, Katie. I can see it in your eyes. You’re dying for it, aren’t you?”
She ignores my gibe, instead taking control of the situation by taking a languorous lick from my balls to the tip of my cock whilst holding eye contact with me. Her ruby-red lips wrap around me, her tongue swirling the top like she’s trying to taste every inch.
Katie Murphy is sucking my cock like a pro. And I’m eighteen again, immature and completely out of my mind for thinking that I could have any stamina at all to hold out and make this last longer than thirty seconds.
“That’s it. That’s what I fucking like.”
Her head bobs, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat as she swallows me down like a goddamn champ.
She flattens her tongue, pressing against the underside of my cock until she swirls again, dipping, pressing, swirling, dipping, pressing, swirling.
An endless pattern of heaven. She squeezes my balls but shifts her hand, her nails running down my shaft, a slight scrape of pain, and I’m done.
My fist tightens around her hair, but she hunkers down, bobbing her head over and over.
Drool slides down my cock as she pumps me faster and faster.
“I’m gonna come, if you don’t want—”
She sucks me hard, her nails digging in now, and I lose it.
Waves of euphoria rush through me as my cock pumps out every drop I have into my dream girl.
My nightmare girl. Every version of her, I’d never imagined she’d be swallowing me down like it's a competition and she’s just won gold and my cum is her prize.
My legs twitch. I think I’ve gone blind until she lifts off, her lips making that little popping noise.
“Did you like that, baby?” she croons, crawling on all fours over me until she bites my lip.
I huff out a laugh. Like it? I think I’m in love with her.
I’m cum drunk on her mouth, her sexy pout, her pussy.
Everything about her, I want more of. I always have.
I’ve never not wanted her, even when we’ve been fighting.
But now I’ve had a taste. Now I’ve held her in my arms after I’ve made her come multiple times over? I don’t think I can ever give her up.
And I don’t know how she feels about that.
When she came into my apartment and started looking around like the nosy person she is, she gravitated to my favorite photo in the world.
I love it because even though the group is laughing at something Caleb said, I’m staring at Katie.
It’s one of the few photographs in which we’re standing next to each other.
My arm is around her. I love that photograph because we look like a real couple.
Despite the douchebag that she brought with her on the trip, who offered to take our picture.
I love that picture because she’s leaning into me, her head almost tucked under my chin.
I look at it and think of the life we could already have.
The life I’m starting to think more and more could become a reality as long as I don’t fuck it up again.
Her bound hands are resting against my chest, and I kiss each finger before unwrapping the tape.
Then I kiss each wrist. I slip her ripped shirt down from her shoulders, unclipping her bra and sliding that off too.
When we’re both fully naked, Katie straddles me as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“You’re perfect, Katie. So fucking perfect. I haven’t told you enough, but you are.”