I wipe my palm off on the thigh of my trousers, for once not giving a fuck if my clothes are dirty.
I only care to look at Cat, at the sheen of sweat on her chest, at the lingering marks of the lash across of her breasts.
Her head lolls limp against her shoulder, wrung out by the strength of her climax.
We’re not finished.
Not even close.
I cut the ropes binding her to the wall. Cat falls into my arms. I lift her easily, one arm supporting her back with her knees draped over my other arm. She weighs almost nothing, even limp and exhausted.
I carry her over to the stack of cushions I stole from the gallery on the ground floor of the Keep. I throw her down on the cushions, watching her legs splay apart.
Her little pussy is like a soft pink shell, delicate and inviting.
I’ve never eaten pussy before. I always thought it was beneath me.
But I tasted Cat on my fingers and I want more.
I strip off my clothes and lay between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. I dive my tongue into her cunt, seeking the source of that enticing flavor, wanting it to fill my mouth. I lick her like an animal, ravenous and wild. I explore every part of her with my tongue.
When I find a sensitive spot, Cat purrs like a kitten. She lets out a long exhale that makes her teeth chatter together like she’s shivering cold. But she’s not cold—her body burns at a thousand degrees, and her pussy is the furnace generating that heat.
I lick her pussy over and over, bring her back to the edge again, until her back arches and her breasts thrust up in the air and she’s grinding against my tongue with all her might.
Then I sit up, my cock jutting out from my body like the prow of a ship.
I look down at her and she looks up at me, panting and desperate.
“Beg me to fuck you,” I growl.
Her little pink tongue slips out to touch her upper lip. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright.
“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”
She opens her legs all the way, inviting me to thrust my cock into the softest, most sensitive part of her.
I need you.
No one has ever said that to me before.
I put the head of my cock at her opening and I push inside.
She’s wet, slicker than an oil spill. Still, it’s so tight that I have to brace myself with my arms on either side of her face so I can drive into her.
My cock plunges into her tight embrace. Her wet, hot grip is beyond anything I imagined.
“Oh, god!” she cries.
I silence her with my mouth.
I kiss Cat long and deep, while my cock fills every millimeter of space inside of her.
I’m falling into pure liquid pleasure.
Fucking hell, I might actually be dying. Can a man live through this?
I want to blow inside her instantly.
The only thing holding me back is the far greater drive to make Cat cum first.
Nothing arouses me more than controlling her orgasms. Denying them when she wants to cum, and forcing her to climax when she tries to resist.
I made her cum with my fingers and almost with my tongue. Now I want to see if she can cum all over this cock.
I take both her hands, her fingers entwined with mine, and I pin them over her head. I suck and nibble on her breasts while I drive into her over and over.
Cat is in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain. My cock tears into her. She was a virgin until this moment, I’m quite sure of it. She’s killed a man but never fucked one.
And yet she’s urging me on with frantic movements of her hips, panting and gasping. Trying to grind that sensitive little clit against my body.
I bear down on her, giving her the friction she needs. Fucking her deep and steady.
Cat turns her face toward me, sucking the side of my neck. She licks and sucks all the way up to my ear, then bites the lobe hard between those sharp teeth. Her tongue dances over the edge of my ear, sending waves of pleasure down my spine.
She rubs her nose in my hair and inhales deeply.
“Me encanta tu fragrancia,” she moans, as she starts to cum.
I’ve never heard Cat lapse into her native language. Her English is perfect