“What you’re doing with your cock is making me hot,” she says. Her voice is a little too loud, so I cover her mouth with my hand. Her eyes fly open wide, and she bites into the side of my finger.
I thrust into her harder to punish her for biting me, and she groans. My movements are rapid as I shove two fingers just inside the entrance of her mouth, the same two fingers that had been in her * a few minutes ago. Watching her devouring the fingers that still have her juices on them makes me want to come. I don’t care about holding out; I want to fill her up with my warm cum. Her muscles tense around my cock and I know she’s ready. “Suck them,” I whisper. “Wrap those lips around my fingers like you do with my cock.”
She groans, low in her throat, her * tightening.
“Are you going to come for me, Princess,” I ask, and she nods her head, looking at me with big pleading eyes. “Come for me.”
She’s been so close that the minute I give her permission, I feel the orgasm rip through her *, muscles tightening over and over as she comes. Her back arches and I keep my fingers lodged firmly in her mouth, my thumb under her chin as I drive as deeply inside her as I can, letting go. My balls clench up and I fill her up with my warm seed.
A minute later, my cock is still throbbing, still leaking with every spasm, and she’s grinning at me. She pulls my fingers from her mouth. “What the hell are we going to do tomorrow, Caulter?”
“There’s no fucking blood in my brain right now, and you’re asking me a question like this? What's wrong with you?”
Katherine grips my palm, moves it down across her chest to cover her breast, and I knead the flesh with my hand. “I mean it,” she says softly. “They’re getting married tomorrow, and you’re fucking me.”
“Don’t forget,” I remind her. “You’re begging me to fuck you.”
She wrinkles her forehead. “Is there a bachelor party?”
“Are you trying to make me vomit?” I ask, running my other hand over her chest.
She giggles. “You don’t want to go to a bachelor party with my father?” she asks. “That doesn’t sound like fun?”
“Don’t be disgusting.” The thought is so repulsive I can’t help but shiver.
“Am I going to have to see a bunch of Hollywood girls you’ve slept with, when we're at the ceremony tomorrow?”
I pause, mentally running through a list in my head of Ella’s friends I might or might not have banged. It’s not a small list, but I don’t tell her that. “Maybe.”
“Shit, Caulter,” she says, slapping my hand. “Don’t fucking tell me that.”
“You asked. You want me to lie to you?”
“I don’t know what I want,” she says. “But we can’t keep doing this, you know.”
“Why the hell not?” I ask. “Other than that you have some fucking hang ups.”
“Me and the rest of the world,” she says. “They’re getting married.”
“So?” I ask. “We’re not actually related. You do realize that, don’t you?”
She shakes her head. This little chunk of hair falls over her forehead and across her eye when she moves, and I lift it back into place. “That’s what people will think, Caulter.”
“No,” I say. “People will think we’re two adults who are completely unrelated and who are also screwing.”
“That’s all this is, right?” she asks.
“What do you want from me, Kate?” I ask. I sound annoyed, but the truth is, I've thought about this. She has no idea how much I've fucking thought about her -- or us. I never stop thinking about it.
Doesn’t she get how absolutely insane it is that I’ve been with her, and only her, since the end of the school year? That is not me. Sticking my cock in one * for months is not me. Spending all my fucking time with she same chick is not me. Laughing at the stupid little things that chick says when I’m lying in bed at night, before I fall asleep, is not me either. Yet, here we are.
“You want me to be your fucking boyfriend or something?" I ask. "Or you want this to be our dirty little secret? I’m not sure what the hell you’re going for here."
She looks at me through narrowed eyes. She might be irritated, but it says something that we're having this conversation while I'm still inside her, with my hand on her tit. “I’m saying we can’t keep doing this, because we’re going to get caught.”
I thumb my finger over her nipple. “Says the chick who was moaning so loud a minute ago we were sure to get caught.”
“Because you make me crazy,” she says. “I can’t trust myself with you.”
“So you want to stop?” Her nipple is hard under my finger, and I feel my cock begin to stir again. This girl is like taking a little blue pill. I’m constantly hard for her.
“We shouldn’t keep going,” she says.
“They’re not married yet.”
“They will be tomorrow.”
“So tomorrow we’ll stop,” I say, pinching her nipple between my fingers and watching her flinch. But she doesn’t smack my hand away. Instead, her * muscles tighten around me.
“Just like that?” she asks.
“Just like that,” I tell her. “You don’t want to fuck me, I won’t fuck you.”