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“You can pretend all you want Kitty, but you like being my little slut, look at you, your pussy is leaking down your thighs right now and I’ve barely touched you.” I lean forward so my mouth is inches from her ear, “I bet if I checked you’d coat my hand and this table, wouldn’t you baby?”
“I’m not your baby,” she spits, shouldering me away from her since her hands are otherwise preoccupied.
“The fuck you’re not,” I say releasing her hands and grabbing her thighs to hoist her up around my hips.
“Put me the fuck down, right now Westley, I will murder you.” She screeches, grabbing at my shoulders like her life depends on it.
“No,” I tell her as I stomp towards the couch, “you wanna fuck someone, you’re going to fuck me. Period.”
“I’ve seen more dicks in the last five years than you have seen pussy in your entire life. So don’t act like your dick is god's gift to women.” She rolls her eyes at me exaggeratedly and I feel my dick pressing against her but the damn clothes are in the way. I drop her to the table, letting her ass hit harder since my girl likes the pain with pleasure. She’s always liked the pain, it helps her through the past.
“Tell me though Kitty, did you compare their dick’s to mine? When they were filling you were you wondering how I would have done it? Wondering if it would have been better with me? Tell me Kitty Kat, who’s cock did you think about when you rubbed this sweet pussy on a lonely night?” My fingers push her underwear aside again, only this time, I rip them, so she can’t cover herself back up.
“I’m not fucking you here.” Katherine moans as I push two fingers inside. Her body welcomes the intrusion as she milks my fingers.
“That’s fine Kitty, but you are fucking me. I’ll fuck you right here.”
“No,” she protests, “somewhere else.” Moaning as I thrust my fingers into her, her hands gripping my shirt tightly.
“Where exactly do you want to go, back to the hotel where your daughter is, or back to my house where Hilary is?” I pull my fingers from her, licking them clean again. Then, I’m quick to undo my belt and shift my pants to pull my cock out. Pressing the tip against her as I pull her hips to the edge. “Take all of me Kitty, just like you used to.” When I push into her, everything around me fades. The anger, the fury, the chairs, the tables. It’s just us. Like it’s meant to be.
Chapter Fifteen
Katherine
I fucking hate Westley Sherman.
But goddamn, he knows how to please me. Each thrust he gives, takes a little part of me. Like a chink in my armor, the chains breaking slowly, link by link. The part of me that I’ve built up over the years of being a single mom, working two jobs, all so I can stand on my own two feet until I made my dream a reality.
Watching where our bodies come together was always my favorite part. I love watching my pussy swallow him whole, taking in every thick inch as he fucks me. He knows what I like, and my tastes haven’t changed since then. I’m more experienced, but when I look up into his dark eyes, I see him. Staring at me like he used to, melting the dark armor I’ve put around my heart. I can’t let him in. He’s always been too good for me, and I won’t ruin his life again.
My entire body moves for him, curving into him as he fucks me hard in our old biology room. Now, I’m not a prude, everyone is well aware. But having sex in our old school seems nostalgic.
There’s a hum in my body, building the ache to let go beckons me. To give him everything again. My nails dig into his forearms as my head falls back, letting out a cry. I snap my mouth shut when I realize I did that out loud. “Quiet Kitty, they’ll find us too quickly if you're loud.”
“HmmMmm.” I bite my lip, he pulls my top up around my mouth and shoves the fabric inside with two fingers.
“Such a good Kitty.” I can’t fucking stand myself right now, How did I let this happen? Because I’m a full size simp for this man. I look up at the ceiling as I throw my head back, a pencil sits in the plywood and much like me in this situation, it looks completely out of place.
I kick my heels into his thighs as he continues thrusting, and I’m about to fucking reach for the sky and just let the feathers float around me as I break apart into a million pieces.
“That’s right, come for me.” His teeth sink to my flesh, sending me over the edge as I bite down on my shirt. There are white lights dancing behind my closed eyes as I ride the pleasure straight into oblivion.
His thrusts slow until he’s bucking into me, spilling himself with a grunt and I feel as if we’ve reached a new level. The epitome of……pathetic. Look at me, I’ve been back here for all of a day and I’m already on my back. I swore I wouldn’t do this to myself again, swore if I ever put myself in this situation that I would remember the hurt and the heartache but here I am, on my back for him, cum leaking down my fucking thigh.
With a disappointing sigh, I push him away, adjusting my clothes, only I’m completely bare under the skirt because macho man here ripped my underwear clean off of me. Fucking perfect.
“You gonna run?” He asks, tucking his half hard cock back into his slacks.
“Run? You’re the one that does that. Not me.”
“Says the girl who left the town because she wanted to get away.”
“Says the guy who followed me. I left my heart in Utah, right where you last saw me.” I hop down from the table not bothering to clean the remnants of our tryst. Sticky thighs are all the reminder I need right now.
“Need a shower?” He asks, with a cocky fucking smile. I swear, when I last saw this man, he was a nerdy guy who had just found his dick and knew how to use it. Now he’s like some foul mouthed, sex demon. Granted he always knew how to fuck me.
“I’ll pass, thanks.” I snip. “This was fun and all, but I hope I never see you around?” Was that too much? Sometimes it’s hard to tell these days.