Page 46 of Catnip, Claws, and Chaos

She's hot and slick inside, gripping my finger like she never wants to let go. Her taste is heady, tangy, and sweet at the same time. I lap at her hungrily, circling her clit with my tongue while pumping my finger in and out of her.

“Logan!”

I move my finger faster and deeper, in and out of her. Her pussy tightens around it.

“Logan!”

Her orgasm explodes, her whole body shuddering.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, grasping her by the hips and pulling her body up against mine. I take her mouth again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My cock is so hard the pain is practically unbearable. If I don’t fuck her now, my balls might explode.

I lift her off the island and turn her around. “Set your hands on the counter’s edge and bend over.”

A shiver runs through her, but she does what I asked.

“That’s a good little kitten.” I unbutton my jeans, lower the zipper, and then pull them off with my boxers. Grabbing the base of my cock, I caress her pussy.

“Please…” she murmurs.

“What is it, kitten? What do you want?”

“You, Logan,” she moans. “Please!”

“You need to be more specific, Emily.” I slide a finger into her, making her moan again. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Logan. Please, fuck me!”

Her words send a bolt of pure lust through me. Something about hearing her beg, about knowing how much she wants this, pushes me to the edge of my control.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I pull my finger out of her wet channel, and she utters a little cry of protest when she feels it leaving. I laugh and set the head of my cock against the opening of her pussy, then plunge deep inside her in a single thrust. God,it feels good. I can’t restrain a moan of pleasure once I’m inside her. I begin to slide my hard cock in and out of her.

The tight heat of her swallows me, setting every nerve ending on fire. She fits me perfectly, as if her body were made for mine. Her inner muscles grip me with each thrust, making me see stars. I’ve never felt anything so incredible.

It feels so amazing I could keep doing this forever, but I really need to come, and if Emily’s moans indicate anything, she’s right there with me. I thrust my cock harder and deeper into her, moving faster and faster. I know she’s close. The walls of her pussy tighten around my cock. One of my hands is clamped around her hip. I slide the other around her belly until I find the little button of her clit. Rubbing it gently with my finger, I keep driving my cock into her.

“Come with me,” I tell her. “Come for me again, kitten.”

An animal-like groan issues from my throat as I pump my cum into her. Her wet pussy tightens around me. She cries out with pleasure as her orgasm rocks her whole body. I give a couple of final thrusts and slump against her back, exhausted.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies connected, our breathing gradually slowing. The kitchen is silent except for the sound of our panting. It’s been a long time since I felt this content.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” I finish the sentence for her, giving her a tender kiss on the back.

I just fucked up big time. But all I want to do is hear Emily’s cries of ecstasy as she comes again underneath me. At the mere thought, my cock shudders and begins to harden again.

Emily turns her head to one side. “I can tell someone’s not tired yet,” she teases.

With my lips and tongue, I caress the tender skin between her back and nape, pulling another moan from her. “It doesn’tsound as if you’re complaining.” I nip her earlobe. “Let’s go to my room. There are still some things I want to try out on your sweet pussy.”

“Yes, please…”

Smiling, I straighten up, allowing Emily to stand up as well. I’m not kidding when I say there’s so much more I want to do to her. I’ve made a mistake, but fuck it all. If I can only have Emily for one night, I’ll do everything I can to make it unforgettable.

Maybe this is exactly what my new problem’s going to be. Will I be able to forget her after this one night and move on?

As I lead her to my bedroom, a voice in the back of my mind whispers that I’m crossing a line I’ve carefully maintained for years. That I’m setting us both up for heartbreak. That I’m making promises with my body I can’t keep with my heart.

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