A Very Dirty Wedding(63)

"You did, didn't you?" she asks.

"I did."

"You're a cocky asshole."

"You're not a frigid bitch," I say.

"Thanks," she says, laughing. "I think that's the best compliment you've given me, Caulter Sterling."

"Don't ever say I didn't say nice things about you," I say. She's running her hand up and down the length of my cock, and I groan. When she guides me to her pussy, I tense as I feel her warm wetness against my bare cock, even though it's the best thing I've ever felt. "Wait."

"I'm on birth control," she says. "I have been for years. Are you clean?"

"I was tested right before...you, actually." I don't tell her why, that a month before her I'd slept with this psychotic chick from an all-girls school half an hour away who'd also, as it turned out, had slept with half of the lacrosse team.

She arches her hips up slightly so that the tip of my cock is just inside her. "So do it. Fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me."

"Shit, Kate," I groan, not moving. I don't screw chicks without using rubbers. I may not be a stand-up guy, but at least I'm safe. "You're killing me. You're supposed to be the responsible one."

"You're rubbing off on me," she whispers, her hands sliding around to my ass cheeks. "What can I say? I want to do something crazy."

She pulls at me, but I brace, only allowing myself to go inside her another inch. Another agonizing inch inside her warm, wet cunt. I can't be expected to make a responsible decision, not with my cock inside her pussy. She squeezes her muscles tight around me and that's it. I ram my cock inside her, up to the hilt, in one deep thrust, feeling the exquisite bliss of her muscles stretch to fit me.

Katherine arches as I slip inside her, her head falling back, hair falling down on the pillowcase and around her shoulders. One hand under her back, I pull her against me as I fuck her, my rhythm slow, even though she's wet and willing.

She urges me on, little moans under her breath and then whispers, over and over, "Yes, yes."

"Look at me, Kate." She jerks her head up, and her eyes meet mine before she kissed me hungrily. Every part of her is hungry; her pussy is practically milking me now, even before she comes. I know she's ready, on the verge so quickly, but I tell myself to slow down and wait.

"No, no, don't stop," she whispers, her voice almost a whine. She wraps her legs around me, pinning me with my cock deep inside her, but I stop moving. I grab her wrists, and push them above her head, then lower my mouth close to hers again. "Please don't stop."

"Don't try to take control, Kate," I whisper. "It doesn't suit you." She whimpers, but lies still, and I kiss her, my cock throbbing inside her. When she tightens her muscles around me again, I laugh. "You are always trying to take control."

"Fuck..." she whispers, and I wait for her to say you, but she doesn't. She says, " Fuck me."

I can't wait any longer. I thrust deeply inside her, feeling the gush of wetness from her pussy. "Is that what you wanted?" I ask.

"Yes," she whispers, her fingers lacing tightly with mine, palms pressed against my palms as I drive into her over and over. "Yes."

"You want my bare cock inside you..."

"Yes," she says. "Oh God, yes."

"You want to feel me come inside your bare pussy." Her muscles are tensing around my cock, squeezing it. It's all I can do not to come inside her right this second, with how tight she is, how warm she feels.

"Caulter, I'm so close." She punctuates her words with one final squeeze, and I'm groaning and letting go, flooding her with my hot seed. When she comes, she arches up to meet her lips to mine, and I mute her moans with my mouth as I drive into her, feeling her orgasm rip through her body. Her pussy spasms around my cock, her muscles milking me for every last drop of my cum.

Afterward, the only sound in the room is our ragged breath as we come down from our orgasms, and when she finally opens her eyes to look at me, my face inches from hers, her smile is broad. "That was good."

"That's all you have to say?" I ask. "It was good? What a letdown."

"It was definitely not a letdown," she says, wrapping her legs around me. "Do you want to go again?"

"I've created a monster," I say, kissing her forehead, then her cheekbone, and the side of her face. "You're not going to be able to stop."

"So don't make me stop," she whispers. "Keep fucking me."

"You know this can't last." I feel the obligation to warn her, but as soon as I speak the words, I think I'm trying to warn myself. She's getting under my skin, and I'm afraid she's changing me. I know she's changing me.