Page 35 of 12 Months of Mayhem

She looks up and grins. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“But let’s have some fun first?”

Hellcat tilts her head to the side and quirks an eyebrow at me. My fingers trace the delicate curve of her jaw, then tangle into the wild tresses at the nape of her neck as I press my body against hers. The heat between us is electric. She tastes like a forbidden fruit—sweet and intoxicating. Her hands eagerly explore my body, digging her nails into my shoulders and igniting a fire within me. There’s nothing like a bit of pleasure and pain.

Breaking away from our kiss, we lock eyes. I drop to the cold tiles, lifting one of her legs and placing it over my shoulder. I kiss her inner thigh, but she’s impatient and guides me to her pussy. My tongue explores her folds, and she lets out a soft moan. Hellcat’s hips begin to sway, pushing herself against my face, her hands clenching my shoulders as the pleasure takes over.

“Whiskey,” she whispers my name between breaths, urging me on.

I oblige, increasing the rhythm and intensity of my licks and sucks. Her moans become louder and deeper. When I push two fingers inside her wet pussy, Hellcat arches her back and lets out a loud cry, signaling her orgasm is upon us. Her body trembles beneath me, the waves of pleasure washing over her as I continue to devour her. Her cries grow louder, each one propelling her closer to the edge. My fingers move within her, teasing and torturing until she can’t take it anymore.

“Whiskey!” she screams, her voice echoing through the room as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her hips buck wildly, pushing against my face as her body shakes uncontrollably. I hold her close, my fingers never relenting in their onslaught on her sensitive spots.

When I’ve drawn the last quiver out of her, I stand, and she smiles, her green eyes sparkling.

“Goddamn.”

“I aim to please.”

Looking up at the showerhead, Hellcat follows my lead, raises her arms over her head, and grips it. Bending slightly, I grab her ass, then lift her, impaling her on my cock. She gasps, I pull out, then thrust back into her. She closes her eyes, and her head falls back, enjoying my actions. Her fingers turn white as she grips the showerhead harder, and I increase my pace, owning her body with every thrust. Hellcat’s moans fill the bathroom, her pleasure echoing off the tiles as our bodies connect in a perfect rhythm.

Hellcat’s hips buck against me, urging me to go faster, deeper. The water sprays us, and the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the small space.

As Hellcat’s orgasm nears, I feel her muscles tighten around my cock. She bites her lip, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure, but they escape nonetheless.

“Harder, Whiskey,” she demands.

“Tell me your name.”

I slow my thrusts, and her eyes immediately open. “Please.”

“Give me your name.”

She bites her bottom lip, takes a deep breath, and whispers, “Brandy.”

A laugh escapes me. “Nice to meet you, Brandy.”

“Now, fuck me.”

With renewed vigor, I thrust into her, feeling her walls tighten around me once more. Her eyes lock onto mine as I move within her, our bodies slick with water and soap.

“Fuck, Whiskey,” Hellcat whispers between gasped breaths. “You feel so good inside me.”

I smile against her lips as I continue to pump into her, feeling her tight walls grip me more with each thrust. My hands firmly grip her ass as I pick up speed, feeling the excitement building within me.

“Brandy,” I groan. “I’m close.”

Her mouth falls open, and her pussy clenches around me. My thrusts become erratic, my need for release overwhelming me. Brandy’s cries fill the small space, her encouragement sending me closer and closer to the edge. She’s beautiful in this moment, her orgasm having taken her over completely.

“I’m there, Brandy,” I whisper, my entire body trembling with the force of my impending climax. “I’m going to come.”

She softly moans as I thrust harder and faster into her, my release drawing nearer. Brandy lets go of the showerhead and digs her nails into my shoulders. It’s all I need to send me over the edge. My nails dig into her hips as she meets each movement, her walls milking me of every ounce of pleasure.

Finally, as the aftershocks of our passion subside, I gently pull out of Brandy. She collapses into my arms, gasping for air and laughing softly. That laughter turns into a passionate kiss as we savor the remnants of our lovemaking.

As the echoes of our laughter and passion fade, Brandy pulls away from the kiss, resting her head on my chest.

“Thank you,” she whispers, tracing her fingers down my arms. “That was… incredible.”

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