her today at all, I need to take care of this before I blow my load in my pants when she does something as simple as walk past me.
I close my eyes, my hand wrapped loosely around my shaft, stroking my length. I wonder what Kate is wearing right now. I wonder whether she's lying there awake in bed, her gorgeous body naked underneath the sheets, sliding her fingers between her legs as she thinks about me.
She slides a hand over her breast, tweaking her nipple between her fingers as she slowly rubs circles over her clit. Her breath comes shorter, but as she pictures my cock inside her, she decides her fingers aren't enough.
She needs the real thing.
Kate pulls her sheet up around her breasts, not bothering to put on clothes, and steps out on the patio, standing in front of my door.
She doesn't care about who's watching. She drops the sheet in a puddle at her feet and stands there, naked in front of me, separated from me only by a thin pane of glass.
I move my hand faster, the pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock mixing with the warm lotion, and I imagine it's her wetness I'm feeling.
When Kate enters my bedroom, she doesn't say anything. She pushes me back to the bed and climbs on top of me, sliding onto my cock without hesitation. She's drenched, so wet that I have no doubt what she's been thinking about in her bedroom. She doesn't say a word, just looks at me with big eyes as he hair falls in waves around her face, and rides me.
She doesn't give a shit about anything else. She takes her pleasure from me, bouncing up and down on my cock, her pussy squeezing me with every movement she makes, begging for my release.
I grip my cock tighter, my movement faster now as I imagine how warm and wet her pussy would feel wrapped around me.
"I'm not wearing a condom, Princess," I say. I'm bare inside her, and she doesn't flinch.
"I know," she whispers. "I want to feel your cum. I want you to fill me up with it. I want to feel it dripping out of me."
I shoot my load.
It gushes from my cock like it's been years since I've jerked off.
Fuck. If that doesn't help me keep my shit together when I'm around Kate, I don't know what will.
***
"Morning, sunshine." I adjust the collar of my baby blue polo shirt and run my hand through my hair.
Katherine stops, mid-motion as she leaves her room, her eyes running down the length of my body. "Are you wearing a polo shirt?" she asks. "It's pastel."
I can barely suppress my grin. "Well, it is a special occasion, isn't it?" I ask. "It's the kick-off of your father's campaign and all. The big family breakfast."
"It's pastel," she says, squinting at me. "You look..."
I interrupt her, even though part of me is curious whether she's about to say I look like a complete tool in the shirt. After standing outside her door last night though, and watching how flustered she got just talking to me, I highly doubt she thinks I look like anything except sex. "It's a family breakfast," I say. "I want to look appropriate."
"You have something planned," she says, turning to reach for her doorknob. "Crap, I forgot my purse. You better not have anything planned. If you say a thing..."
I step behind her and she freezes, her hand still on the doorknob. Leaning in close to her, my lips near her neck, I speak in her ear. "Are you worried I'll tell everyone how you make those little whimpering sounds when you come?"
She shies away from me, but I can still see the hairs on the back of her neck raised up, the goose bumps that dot the length of her skin. She might pretend she hates me, but she wants me.
Katherine spins around, facing me, her eyes wide. "I swear to all that is holy, if you say something about us during this breakfast, I will rip off your balls with my bare hands and stuff them in your mouth."
The way she looks right now, a wild animal with her nostrils flaring and her eyes large, makes me instantly
I close my eyes, my hand wrapped loosely around my shaft, stroking my length. I wonder what Kate is wearing right now. I wonder whether she's lying there awake in bed, her gorgeous body naked underneath the sheets, sliding her fingers between her legs as she thinks about me.
She slides a hand over her breast, tweaking her nipple between her fingers as she slowly rubs circles over her clit. Her breath comes shorter, but as she pictures my cock inside her, she decides her fingers aren't enough.
She needs the real thing.
Kate pulls her sheet up around her breasts, not bothering to put on clothes, and steps out on the patio, standing in front of my door.
She doesn't care about who's watching. She drops the sheet in a puddle at her feet and stands there, naked in front of me, separated from me only by a thin pane of glass.
I move my hand faster, the pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock mixing with the warm lotion, and I imagine it's her wetness I'm feeling.
When Kate enters my bedroom, she doesn't say anything. She pushes me back to the bed and climbs on top of me, sliding onto my cock without hesitation. She's drenched, so wet that I have no doubt what she's been thinking about in her bedroom. She doesn't say a word, just looks at me with big eyes as he hair falls in waves around her face, and rides me.
She doesn't give a shit about anything else. She takes her pleasure from me, bouncing up and down on my cock, her pussy squeezing me with every movement she makes, begging for my release.
I grip my cock tighter, my movement faster now as I imagine how warm and wet her pussy would feel wrapped around me.
"I'm not wearing a condom, Princess," I say. I'm bare inside her, and she doesn't flinch.
"I know," she whispers. "I want to feel your cum. I want you to fill me up with it. I want to feel it dripping out of me."
I shoot my load.
It gushes from my cock like it's been years since I've jerked off.
Fuck. If that doesn't help me keep my shit together when I'm around Kate, I don't know what will.
***
"Morning, sunshine." I adjust the collar of my baby blue polo shirt and run my hand through my hair.
Katherine stops, mid-motion as she leaves her room, her eyes running down the length of my body. "Are you wearing a polo shirt?" she asks. "It's pastel."
I can barely suppress my grin. "Well, it is a special occasion, isn't it?" I ask. "It's the kick-off of your father's campaign and all. The big family breakfast."
"It's pastel," she says, squinting at me. "You look..."
I interrupt her, even though part of me is curious whether she's about to say I look like a complete tool in the shirt. After standing outside her door last night though, and watching how flustered she got just talking to me, I highly doubt she thinks I look like anything except sex. "It's a family breakfast," I say. "I want to look appropriate."
"You have something planned," she says, turning to reach for her doorknob. "Crap, I forgot my purse. You better not have anything planned. If you say a thing..."
I step behind her and she freezes, her hand still on the doorknob. Leaning in close to her, my lips near her neck, I speak in her ear. "Are you worried I'll tell everyone how you make those little whimpering sounds when you come?"
She shies away from me, but I can still see the hairs on the back of her neck raised up, the goose bumps that dot the length of her skin. She might pretend she hates me, but she wants me.
Katherine spins around, facing me, her eyes wide. "I swear to all that is holy, if you say something about us during this breakfast, I will rip off your balls with my bare hands and stuff them in your mouth."
The way she looks right now, a wild animal with her nostrils flaring and her eyes large, makes me instantly
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