Page 72 of Tempting Kat
“Look at what you do to me,” I say, squeezing my shaft.
I pump my dick a few more times, watching Katarina's eyes follow every movement of my hand. Her breathing is shallow, anticipation written across her flushed face. I can't get enough of the way she looks—spread out for me, vulnerable and waiting.
“Stay right there,” I command, though she wouldn’t move much anyway because she wants this as much as I do, if not more.
I walk toward the partition in the corner of the room. It’s something you’d see centuries ago, something for women to stand behind and dress or undress. I hope to use it to tease myself one day.
Slipping behind the partition, I find myself on the other side of the glory hole wall. The view from here is fucking perfection—Kat's pussy and ass presented to me like a goddamn feast, framed perfectly by the opening I designed specifically for her measurements.
I step between her legs, my cock throbbing with need. Instead of plunging straight in like every cell in my body is screaming to do, I drag my length up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness.
“Fuck,” I grunt, feeling how soaked she is. “Look how wet you are for me.”
She wiggles her hips, trying to get me to enter her, but I pull back just enough to deny her.
“Where'd all that attitude go, baby?” I ask, circling the head of my cock around her clit. “Where's my bratty girl now?”
“Conrad,” she huffs, pushing back against me.
“That's not what I asked,” I say, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint. “Where's that mouth of yours? The one that was telling me to fuck off five minutes ago?”
I continue teasing her, sliding my cock through her folds without giving her what she really wants. Each time she thinks I'm about to push in, I pull back, rubbing the sensitive head against her entrance before moving away.
“Fucking put it in already,” she finally snaps, frustration breaking through her haze of arousal.
“There she is,” I chuckle darkly. “There's my brat.”
Instead of giving in, I continue the torment, dipping just the tip inside before withdrawing completely, watching her cunt clench around nothing.
“I swear to god, Conrad,” she hisses, her voice taking on that edge I love so much. “If you don't fuck me right now?—”
“You'll what?” I challenge, spanking her other cheek just as hard. “What exactly will you do, stuck like this with your pussy at my mercy?”
“I'll fucking kill you in your sleep,” she snarls, and I can't help but laugh.
“No, you won't,” I say confidently. “But I’d like to see you try. It turns me on thinking about you getting a little violent.”
With a low growl, I finally give in to what we both want. I grab her hips with both hands and bury myself in one thrust.
The strangled cry that escapes her lips is fucking music.
“This is what you needed, isn't it?” I growl, my hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. “My cock splitting you open, claiming what's mine.”
“Fuck,” she moans, her voice muffled through the wall. “Yes, fuck me harder.”
I grip her hips tight enough to bruise, pulling her back onto my cock as I slam forward. The wet sounds of her pussy taking me fill the room, obscene and perfect.
“You're going to accept it, Katarina,” I pant, driving into her with punishing force. “My fucking love. My baby. All of it.”
Her pussy clenches around me at my words, a telltale sign that she's turned on by what I'm saying.
“You think I don't notice how your cunt gets tighter when I talk about knocking you up?” I growl, circling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “You fucking love it. The thought of me breeding you.”
“Conrad,” she gasps, and I can tell she's fighting it, still trying to hold on to her control even as her body betrays her.
I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I continue to pound into her. “I want to see you round with my child. Want to watch your breasts swell with milk. Want everyone to know you're mine.”
Her walls flutter around my cock, and I know she's close again. I slow my thrusts, making each one deep and deliberate.
