Page 82 of Tempting Kat
Instead, I'm wet. Soaking wet, actually, with a need so intense it's almost painful.
Before I can overthink it, I'm moving. I straddle his hips, the thin fabric of our underwear the only barrier between us. His body is warm beneath mine, solid and real. I rock against him experimentally, feeling the friction against my clit.
I grind down harder, establishing a rhythm that has my breath coming faster. Conrad doesn't stir, but his body responds. I can feel him hardening beneath me, his cock swelling against the confines of his boxer briefs.
The head of his dick peeks out from the waistband, thick and flushed. My mouth waters at the sight. I reach down, pulling my panties to the side with one hand while the other wraps around his cock, positioning him at my entrance.
“Sorry not sorry,” I mutter, sinking down onto him in one fluid motion.
The stretch is delicious, bordering on too much. I gasp, my walls clenching around him as I adjust to his size. Even half-asleep, he's bigger than any man has a right to be.
I start to move, riding him slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Each downward thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
Beneath me, Conrad's eyes fly open, dark and instantly alert. A growl rumbles through his chest as he realizes what's happening.
“Morning,” I gasp, not slowing my pace.
His hands find my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he guides me harder, faster. “Fuck, Katarina,” he groans, voice still rough with sleep. “What a way to wake up.”
I lean forward, changing the angle so his cock hits that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. My hands slide up hischest, feeling the hard planes of muscle, the raised lines of his tattoos. Then, almost on instinct, my fingers wrap around his throat.
I squeeze—gently at first, testing the waters. His eyes widen, pupils blowing wide with arousal.
“You like that?” I ask, increasing the pressure slightly.
His cock pulses inside me in response. I can feel his pulse hammering against my palms, the corded muscles of his neck flexing beneath my fingers.
“I've been thinking about it,” I say, my voice deadly calm despite the pleasure building inside me. I press harder against his throat, feeling the power rush through me. “Over and over again. You messed with my pills, didn't you?”
His eyes lock with mine, unflinching. He could throw me off him with barely any effort. Could break my hold with a flick of his wrist. But he doesn't. He just lies there, letting me choke him while I ride his cock.
“Didn't you?” I demand, squeezing harder.
His face is flushing now, but not from lack of oxygen—I'm not pressing that hard. It's from arousal, from the thrill of this power exchange.
“Yes,” he says simply, the word vibrating against my palms.
The confirmation sends a shock through my system—rage and lust tangling together until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
“You had no right,” I snarl, my hips never stopping their rhythm.
“I know,” he admits, his voice strained beneath my grip. His hands tighten on my hips, guiding me as I fuck myself on his cock. “Do it harder.”
The request sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I tighten my grip, careful to press on the sides of his neck rather thanhis windpipe. His eyes roll back slightly, his cock swelling even bigger inside me.
“You fucking like this, don't you?” I accuse, grinding down harder. “Getting choked out by the woman you knocked up without her permission.”
His hands slide up from my hips to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. “I like everything you do to me,” he admits, voice raspy from the pressure on his throat. “Even when you're trying to kill me.”
“I'm not trying to kill you. You’ve got a baby to raise with me cause I’m not doing it alone.”
I slam myself down on him harder, increasing my pace as I tighten my grip on his throat. His eyes are dark pools of lust, watching me with that predatory hunger that makes my pussy clench around him.
“I should fucking hate you,” I hiss, grinding my clit against his pelvis with each downward thrust. “Should hate everything about you and what you did.”
His lips curl into that infuriating smirk. “But you don't.”
“No,” I admit, my voice breaking slightly as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “I don't. I fucking love you, you manipulative asshole.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “And I love this wicked little demon spawn of yours growing inside me.”
