Chapter 47

Ira

There's nothing romantic or careful about the way Kathleen hops in my lap and grinds away, her sigh of long-awaited relief enveloping me before the heat of her pussy does.

"Thank fuck!" she groans, riding my lap with the power of a hungry tigress. Her teeth are even bare as she comes at my mouth, tongue lashing against anything it finds, fingers ripping apart my shirt and feeling up my bound chest.

It's so much at once. Truly, it's a wonder I have enough sense to grab her ass and hold on.

She's so wet, so slick that I can only guess she's been in this state for hours. Dominating a sub only sent her over the edge, making her famished for her own sexual relief. In that case, it's me and what I bring to the table.

"Holy shit!" Her eyes roll back. Hands grasp the back of my chair as her hips wildly buck against mine. I am merely a tool. Kathleen is so riled up on desire that it makes sense to let her do whatever she wants. "Fuck me, Ira!"

She shrieks in pleasure as I grip her hips and thrust up into her, letting the smoothness of her flesh consume the entire length of my prosthetic. My hungry desire is determined to find her elusive G-spot – but I'm distracted by her deep kisses and deeper moans.

I've never felt her this aggressive before. Usually, when we have sex like this, it's me doing all the seducing. All the fucking. Sure, Kathleen does a bangup job massaging my ego and making me come so hard that I can barely see for an hour, but it's me, me conducting this orchestra. Not tonight. Tonight, Kathleen Allen is taking what's hers.

Me.

"You're mine, you jerk," she growls in my ear, her cunt unrelenting against my lap. "Now make me yours."

I force her to still in my lap. I need to think, even though my body is demanding to come. That has to wait, because my sweet – and not-so-sweet – Katie has made a kind request of me.

I push her out of my lap, watching her stumble and trip without going down. My hand wraps around her wrist and hauls her to June's bed, where I can smell and see the remnants of another woman's orgasm.

To say I'm further turned on is a gross understatement.

Kathleen doesn't let me lay her down and take her. No, she's too damn feisty for that at the moment. She'll accept nothing less than me lying down instead.

Hey, if it means less work on my part? She can ride me until she can't walk anymore!

The bed moves along with us as Kathleen straddles my hips and takes me, her eyelashes fluttering and her breasts straining against the bust of her painfully high neckline. I'm the tortured one here. I want nothing more than to see her breasts bouncing for my amusement as she fucks me with every bit of strength she has.

I'll take that orgasmic face, however. There's nothing wrong with that.

"Tell me you want me!" Kathleen grabs me by the shoulders and thrusts, her arousal so vast that even at this awkward angle she has no problem slamming her hips down and grinding against me. "Tell me you'd rather have me over any other woman here!"

To the tune of her protests, I sit up, drawing her into my clothed embrace. Even with so many layers between us, I can still feel her heart beating, her blood quickening, and her breaths slowing as she finally relaxes against me, ready to let me take over our lovemaking.

"I want you, Katie." I thrust upward, touching her deeply, feeling her wetness against my mound. "You're the only woman I want."

At first, I mean she's the only woman here I want, but when I think about it… perhaps there is no other woman who could tempt me away.

She kisses me, both hands taking my face against hers. Our movements slow, but the intensity is still there, ripping us away from reality and casting us asunder.

I'm okay with that.

For a while, we're the only people in this mansion, in the world. I consume her – she consumes me. Together we're nothing but need and desire, two souls vying for each other's affections with nothing but fear for saying what's really in our hearts.

"Come on, Katie." I bury my fingers on either side of her ass, feeling her heat, her elasticity take over my senses. "Come for me."

She's close. Easy to tell when her mouth is trembling, her eyes are begging me for a few more thrusts, and her opening is closing tight around something I only sympathetically feel. She's holding me in, getting ready to take in every face I make. Painfully holding back. Desperately holding back.

I refuse to come until she does.

"You gonna come?" she whimpers, losing that domineering edge she's had since we entered this room. "I want you to."

Music to my ears. "Of course, lovely."

She closes her eyes, throws back her head, and rides my lap without a shred of shame.

Kathleen Allen is the most beautiful woman in this world. I've known it forever. I know it now. There can't possibly be a female soul on this earth who compares to the way Katie devours everything that makes me me with her strong, tender body. This dress constrains her, but I don't care. I don't care! I'm in love with the way she thrusts, moans, begs for me to have my whole fill of her. And I will. I will indulge in every crevice and corner hiding within her.

Because I love her.

This realization takes over. Here we are, practically in a brothel, my Katie having rubbed off another woman for my entertainment. Yet it feels so perfect. She's mine.

She's mine.

"Ira!" Her shout echoes all around me. "I'm coming!"

I felt it before she did. Her slowing yet intense thrusts. Her eyes rolling back for more than a second. Her wetness covering my groin. Her.

Kathleen comes in my lap, her face contorting into the most gorgeous silent scream you've ever seen. Her whole body ripples in pleasure. She's choking on the moment, legs spread wide in my lap until I…

My voice is far louder than hers when I release the pressure inside me. Everything burns, in the most pleasurable way, in that split second before I come from the ribs rubbing against my clit – and the sigh before me, cheering me on.

There's no fear. No misgivings. Just her moaning from the impact of the whole universe crashing into us, clocking me with her and her with me. No other has done this with her. To her. Deep inside, I think… this is how the world will know she's mine.

That we're one.

Kathleen clamps down on me until I'm finished groaning and my hips no longer move to their undulating dance. By that time, she's nearly falling off my lap, opting to instead fall forward against my chest. I hold her in my arms, wanting to collapse with her in this stranger's bed. We're both a mess. We both need to clean up.

Why would we part, though? Aren't she and I destined to be one?

Eventually, Kathleen coaxes me down, our tattered clothes showing how defiled we are as we curl up on top of this bed. She buries her nose in my chest, moving her legs off mine and groaning from the relief in her thighs. She says something about how good I fucked her, and I almost get aroused again.

Except I can't. Reality is returning. Lights in my eyes. Fresh air in my nose. A world outside of "Katie and me." That world where I thought… I love her.

I'm not someone afraid of my emotions. I always thought that if – when – I fall in love, I would go at it with gusto and act like a fucking champ. Apparently that is easier said than done, because now I'm lying here, Kathleen Allen wrapped around me and panting from the sex we just had. The love we just made.

Here we are, and all I can think is that I need to keep these thoughts to myself. Not only do I not want to scare her off, but I want to be absolutely sure before I expose my heart like that.

After all, there are a million reasons for us to never be together. I don't want to tempt fate.