Page 59 of Consummation

It’s quite plain to see Bridgette’s orgasm is doing wonders for Kat—she’s clearly on the very brink of an epic climax herself.

I press my lips against Kat’s ear. “Enjoy this, baby, because after tonight, your pussy’s all mine.”

Kat lets out a pained wail, arches her back, and squirts, gushing warm liquid all over my dick and balls in a torrent.

I jerk out of Kat, my hard-on straining, guide her quivering body onto her hands and knees, and enthusiastically suckle her pussy from behind, sucking and lapping up every drop of sweet cum off her lips like I’m licking the cream filling out of an Oreo. By the time I’ve got Kat’s pussy all cleaned up, I’m in a frenzy—completely out of my mind. I flip Kat onto her back, rest her calves on my shoulders and plunge myself balls-deep into her wetness.

Holy fuck, I’m enraptured. Kat’s never feltthisgood, has she? It’s like we were designed for each other, like we’re the last two pieces of a celestial jigsaw puzzle, just now snapped into place. Oh my fucking God, Kat’s the answer to every question I didn’t even know I had.

Kat lets out a mangled cry and I join her, groaning and growling like a man possessed as I continue fucking her with all my might.

Bridgette, apparently recovered from her orgasm, reaches out and runs her slender fingers over the smooth skin of Kat’s thigh, even as Kat’s legs are wrapped around me.

“No,” I bark at Bridgette, slapping at her hand. “She’s mine. Fuck off.”

“Josh,” Kat breathes, her blue eyes blazing. “Yes.” She runs her hands into my hair and yanks on it roughly. “Yes.”

I can’t breathe. The room is warping and spinning. Kat’s as hot as sin and as depraved as fucking hell. She’s an angel and the devil all rolled into one.And I love her more than life itself.I lean my face into Kat’s, intending to kiss her passionately, but Madame Terrorist has her own ideas. Even as I’m pumping in and out of her, Kat turns her head and levels her foe with an icy glare.

“He’s mine,” Kat hisses, her beautiful face an inch away from Bridgette’s.

Bridgette chuckles. “Oh, go fuck yourself, bitch—I don’t even want him.”

“Good, because you can’t have him,” Kat spits out.

I grab Kat’s face roughly, wrenching her attention away from Bridgette. “This isn’t about her,” I growl. I pull Kat’s arms above her head and pin her wrists together. “This is about you and me.”

Kat’s eyes ignite at my rough touch. “Yes,” she purrs.

“Just you and me, baby,” I say, thrusting with all my might. “No one else.”

Kat’s eyes are absolutely blazing with rabid excitement. She lifts her pelvis to receive me even more deeply, her breathing ragged, and I respond by slamming her even harder with my full length.

I lace my fingers tightly into Kat’s. “You’re all mine,” I growl, my body on the brink of release.

“Yes,” Kat breathes. “Harder.”

My thrusts are becoming savage. I’m on the very cusp of losing myself completely. I grip Kat’s hands in mine and stare into her blue eyes, willing myself to hang on as long as possible. Oh my God, this feels so good, I want it to last forever.

“Yes,” Kat groans, her blue eyes leveling me, her fingers entwined in mine, her heart beating wildly against my chest.

“You feel so good, baby,” I growl. “You always feel so fucking good.”

Kat’s eyelids flutter. Her eyes roll back into her head. And she’s gone. Her muscles surrounding my cock begin clenching and rippling fiercely, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

“Get it, baby,” I choke out. “Get it.”

As I thrust into her, I kiss Kat voraciously and she returns my hungry kiss, enthusiastically swirling her tongue inside my mouth and devouring my lips.

Out of nowhere, I feel fingers grip my swinging balls... followed by a wet, warm tongue lapping at them furiously... and then, holy fuck, a warm, wet mouth envelops my entire ball sack. With a loud growl, my body hurtles into a brutal release that leaves me gasping for air and certain I’m dying an extremely pleasurable death.

Several moments later, when Kat and I have both stoppedquaking, I lie on top of Kat, the most sexual and sensual and beautiful creature I’ve ever encountered—sweat pouring out every inch of my flesh, my breathing ragged, my hands still clasped tightly in hers—and I try my mighty fucking best to understand what thefuckjust happened to me.

I realize my brain is likely short-circuiting right now and my thought processes probably aren’t particularly trustworthy, but the more I ponder the situation, the more I think I know exactly what happened. In fact, yep, there’s only onesaneconclusion to be reached: my magical, mystical unicornmomentarilytransformed into a magical, mysticaloctopuswith a supernatural mouth. Yep, that’s got to be it—or, at least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Because when a guy’s got a smokin’ hot baby-momma-girlfriend with a white-hot temper, a woman undoubtedly capable of committing double-murder if properly provoked (and that was before pregnancy hormones began coursing through her blood stream, making her even crazier)—and when the guy’s absolutely certain his smokin’ hot future-murderess of a baby-momma-girlfriend would, indeed, feel provoked to kill if she were to believe her firm “no touch” rule had been violated by a certain bisexual supermodel (through no fault of the boyfriend, mind you)—well, then the boyfriend can’t help but conclude it’s most prudent for everyone involved if he conjures a paranormal unicorn-turned-octopus rather than try too hard to come up with any other plausible explanation.

But, hey, the magical-unicorn-turned-octopus theory isn’t reallythatfar-fetched, is it? No, I really don’t think so. Because if there’s one woman in the entire world who could pull off grabbing and licking a man’s balls, and then tea-bagging his entire ball sack like a fucking champ, all while simultaneously getting plowed with her hands firmly pinned above her head and her mouth otherwise engaged in a passionate kiss, then that woman would have to be the one and only magical, mystical unicorn, Katherine Ulla Morgan.

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