As a man with something to prove, I wanted to keep going. I wanted to send her into another climax that would bring tears to her eyes. But all I could think about was coming inside that pussy, pumping all my seed inside this woman.
She grabbed my ass and yanked me inside her, her legs wide open. “Come inside me, Cato.” Her nails sliced into my skin. “I want to feel your come as you keep fucking me.” She breathed in my face with her sexy moans, her legs spread and her pussy so slick.
“Fuck.” I pounded into her and smacked the headboard against the wall. The rhythmic sound echoed like a steel drum. I pushed hard and felt the explosion start deep within me, a visceral pleasure that set every nerve on fire. It sank down into my balls, a fiery goodness that made all the muscles of my back tighten around my spine. Then the seed exploded out of my dick, giving me the kind of ecstasy that could make my knees buckle underneath me. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I impaled her with my dick and released all the way inside her, my ass tightening as the convulsions rocked my body. It was my first time combining my come with a woman’s, and now I couldn’t imagine any other way.
The climax seemed to last forever. It wasn’t a quick jolt of pleasure like it usually was. As if the sensation was on repeat, it just kept going and going. My dick twitched as it finished inside her, and instead of softening, I was still rock-hard. That fuck was so good, but I wasn’t close to being done. I started to thrust again, my come mixing with her cream as it coated my dick.
She gripped my ass and rocked back with me. “Cato…that feels so good.”
My cock slid through the hot wetness between us. So much slickness, so much come existed between the two of us. My cock was buried in the nicest pussy it’d ever met, and the last thing it wanted was another pussy to fuck. Why would I want two women when this single cunt was more than I could handle? “Let’s see how much come this cunt can take.”
14
Siena
Cato fucked me.
And fucked me.
Never stopped fucking me.
A man had never screwed me like that in my entire life. Had never made me feel so wanted, so sexy. Had never made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. His hands were always on me, and his dick never seemed to soften. When a normal man would have started to get bored, Cato just seemed invigorated.
I went to sleep with so much come between my legs that it stained the sheets everywhere.
My body slowly woke up, and I was aware of the sunlight hitting my eyelids. I was on my back with a heavy arm across my waist. Warm breaths fell on my neck as the giant snoozed beside me. I opened my eyes and looked at his meticulously sculpted arm as it rose and fell across my tummy. His powerful frame was next to me, all muscle, skin, and the smell of sex. He hugged me like a bear protective of his cub.
I stared at his profile, seeing the hair start to come in along his jaw. It was a faint shadow, a shadow that hadn’t been there last night. His hair was in disarray from the way I’d fingered it so much. His cologne had burned off in the middle of the night, replaced by the smell of the sheets and my sweaty body.
I replayed last night in my head, thinking about the intimate dinner we shared and the sex that commenced afterward. My purpose was to lure him into confidence so I could betray him, but I found myself pitying my own target. I began to humanize him, regardless of his crimes. He was the best lover I’d ever had, and he knew exactly how to treat a woman. Even our conversations were pleasant because he was very particular about his choice of words. He might be arrogant, but he didn’t spend all evening talking about his accomplishments. He had a fathomless depth to him, like the middle of the ocean that extended for miles underwater. There was a distinct sadness to his soul, an emptiness he didn’t have to admit. I understood his hollowness all too well. I saw the greed and corruption destroy my family. Cato didn’t have a single person he could trust because even his close allies would stab him in the back if they had the chance.
Of course, I pitied him.
That also made me doubt myself. I was doing this to save my father, but Cato didn’t seem like the demon Landon described. He possessed streaks of evil, but he also had hints of humanity. He shot someone without hesitation, but he also took care of his mother and spoke highly of her. How could I vilify him when my father was guilty of the exact same crimes? My father had murdered people who got in his way. He prioritized money over my mother. He sacrificed everything for a fortune he didn’t even need.