Page 51 of Tempting Kat
“Fuck you,” she breathes, but there's no real heat behind it.
I release her throat, grabbing her legs instead and pushing them back toward her chest, folding her nearly in half as I start to thrust again. The new angle lets me hit even deeper, and she cries out with each stroke.
“Baby, I am fucking you. Now shut up and take this dick and let me fucking take care of you, my pretty little obsession.”
The sight of her—flushed, sweaty, her makeup smeared—is fucking art. My dick disappears inside her over and over, her pussy gripping me like it never wants to let go.
I slow my pace, dragging my cock almost all the way out before sinking back in torturously slow. “What was that? I don't think good girls talk to their daddies like that.”
Her pussy clenches at the worddaddies, and I can't help the smirk that spreads across my face.
“I'm not your good girl,” she pants, her nails digging into my forearms where I'm holding her legs.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “No, you're my bad girl. My filthy, desperate girl who can't get enough of my dick.”
She moans, her back arching off the bed.
“But you know what?” I continue, my voice dropping even lower. “You're also fucking beautiful. The most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.”
I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb and pressing down hard.
She shatters instantly, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm tears through her. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise, pulsing and squeezing as she screams my name. I feel her gush around me, soaking both of us, the bed, everything.
“That's it, baby,” I groan, fighting to hold back my own release as I fuck her through her orgasm.
The way she orgasms, her whole body being affected and the little whimpers escaping her is enough to push me over the edge. I thrust into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm rips through me. My cock pulses inside her, pumping deep into her pussy. I groan like a fucking animal, my fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to leave marks as I empty myself inside her.
“I'm never fucking letting you go,” I murmur against her skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her throat. “You hear me? Never letting you and this bratty little pussy go.”
She makes a noise that's half laugh, half groan. “You're crushing me, old man.”
I lift my head to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
“Old man, huh?” I pull out of her slowly, watching as my cum immediately starts to leak from her well-fucked pussy. The sight makes my spent cock twitch with interest. “This old man just fucked you into next week.”
I stand up, admiring the view of her sprawled on the bed for a few moments. Without warning, I scoop her up into my arms, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she demands as I carry her toward the bathroom.
“Taking care of what's mine,” I tell her, kicking the bathroom door open.
The bathroom is massive, with a glass-enclosed shower big enough for four people and a soaking tub that could double as a small pool. I head straight for the shower, still carrying her.
“I can walk, you know,” she grumbles, but she's not struggling to get down.
“Well, tough shit,” I tell her, setting her down on the marble bench inside the shower. “I'm getting real fucking tired of you thinking you can do everything by yourself.”
I turn on the water, adjusting the temperature before shedding all my clothes. Katarina sits there, looking up at me with those defiant green eyes, her legs still slightly spread so I can see my cum leaking from her pussy onto the marble. I tug her shirt and bra off until she’s finally completely naked before me.
“I'm perfectly capable of washing myself,” she says, attempting to stand.
I push her back down with one hand on her shoulder. “Did I fucking ask?”
She opens her mouth to argue, but I silence her with a look that dares her to challenge me. For once, she seems to think better of it and stays put.
I lather the soap between my hands, then start at her shoulders, working my way down her body. Her skin is soft under my fingers, and I take my time exploring every curve, every dip, every freckle. When I reach her breasts, I pay special attention, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they harden into stiff peaks.
“Conrad,” she gasps, her back arching into my touch.
