Page 71 of Tempting Kat
I slide my thigh between her legs, feeling the heat of her cunt even through the fabric of my shorts. “That's it, baby. Show me how much you need this.”
“Ride my thigh,” I command, my voice a dark rumble. “Show me what a desperate girl you are.”
Her eyes flash with defiance even as her body obeys, grinding down on my muscled thigh. I can feel her getting wetter through the thin material of her shorts.
“That's it. Use me to get yourself off while I take your breath. Enjoy this because after I cum so deep in you and knock you up we won’t be doing this for nine damn months.”
She moans, the sound strangled by my grip on her throat. Her movements become more frantic, more desperate as she humps my leg like a bitch in heat.
“You think about this, don't you?” I growl, leaning in close to her ear. “When you're alone with your fingers in your cunt, you think about me choking you.”
“Yes,” she gasps, the admission torn from her lips.
I ease the pressure for a moment, letting her gulp in air. “Such a filthy girl. Getting off on my leg like an animal.”
Her eyes are glassy now, pupils blown wide with arousal. I can feel her getting slicker against my thigh, her shorts soaked through.
“I know you're fucking dripping,” I say, squeezing again, careful to maintain the right pressure. “Let me see.”
Without releasing her throat, I use my free hand to yank down her shorts. Just as I suspected—no panties. Her pussy is glistening, swollen and pink.
“Look at that pretty cunt,” I praise, sliding my fingers through her folds. “So wet for me. Always so fucking wet.”
I bring my fingers to her lips, making her taste herself. “Suck.”
She obeys instantly, her tongue swirling around my fingers as she continues to grind against my thigh. The sight nearly makes me lose control.
“Fuck, look at you in my sweater,” I growl, releasing her throat to grip her hips. “Seeing you in my clothes does something to me. Makes me want to fucking mark you even more. Mark you permanently. Make you a mommy.”
Her eyes flash with heat as she grinds harder against my thigh, her slick cunt leaving a wet trail on my skin.
“You like that?” I ask, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Like wearing my clothes? Like having my scent all over you? Like the way I talk about breeding you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her movements becoming more frantic. “God, yes.”
I grip her ass, helping her ride my thigh harder. “That's it, baby. Use me. Get yourself off. Show me how much you fucking need it.”
She's shameless now, past the point of pride or anger, rutting against me. Her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat where my fingers left faint impression marks.
Her whole body goes rigid, then starts to shake as she comes, grinding her clit against my thigh. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as the orgasm tears through her.
While she's still trembling with aftershocks, I strip the sweater off her, then peel her soaked shorts down her legs. She's pliant in my hands, still riding the high of her orgasm.
I maneuver her until her lower half is aligned with the opening in the wall, her pussy and ass perfectly framed by the hole.
“Perfect,” I murmur, running my hands over the curve of her hip. “You know what this means, don't you? You're stuck now. Can't escape.”
I hear her breath catch. “Conrad...”
“I'm going to use this sweet cunt over and over,” I tell her, my voice dropping to a dangerous register. “Going to fill you up until my cum is leaking out of you. And you're going to take it all because you can't fucking move.”
Her body trembles at my words, and little goosebumps dot her flesh.
“You want that, don't you? Want me to breed this tight little hole?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I step back where she can see me and slowly strip off my gym shorts. My cock springs free, hard and aching, pre-cum already beading at the tip. I wrap my hand around it, stroking slowly.
