In Heat

“Come here.”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Cat, I’m not telling you again. Come here or I’m going to bend you over and spank that ass and then nut all over it without letting you come.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“Neither is telling me no.” She comes to my side and I pull her in for a kiss. I release her and say, “That’s all I needed, beautiful.”

“You’re trying to kill me,” she sighs. I reach down and cup her pussy through her shorts. Her pussy’s fucking drenched. Sliding under the material, I run my fingers along her seam, rubbing her snatch. She moans loudly, but I can’t have her brother coming in here, so I press my free hand to her mouth, covering it.

“Be quiet, Kitty Cat. You’re a bad girl and I can’t have someone coming to interrupt your orgasm. Come for me like a good girl. Can you do that?” She nods and mumbles against my hand. I slip my fingers inside as I drive into her, pumping at varying speeds, watching her body light up. Pushing her against the door, I move my hand from her mouth and crush my lips to hers, drinking down her cries as her pleasure builds.

“Come for me,” I command. She does, but that’s not enough. I take her off the door, making sure it’s locked. Then I yank her shorts and panties down, bending her over the bed, forgetting all my reasoning from just a few minutes earlier. “I need to be inside you.”

“Take me.” I free myself and line up my cock with her wet, sticky hole and slam into her pussy. Her soft walls flex around my length, sucking me up until I’m balls deep inside. She takes me and the bed creaks as I lean over her, rocking home. Fuck, it feels too damn good to stay quiet, so I grunt my satisfaction in her ear. “Baby, you’re so fucking good. I love the way your cunt wraps around my shaft. Grip my cock. Show me how much you love to be fucked by your man and how much you need to be bred. You know that, kitty Cat. I’m going to fill you up with all my babies. Every time I come inside of you, I’m thinking about making one of our babies.”

“Give me them, Gabriel.”

“You’ll take them as soon as you come for me again.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she whines, her back bowing on the bed, hands stretching out on the mattress toward her pillows.

“You can and you will.” I lean forward and grip her hair, dragging her head back, and biting down on her throat. “You’ll come for me because it’s what I want, and you want to please me, don’t you? You want to please me.”

“I do.” I reach around and squeeze her tits with one hand and then she lets go, coming hard against my hand and on my cock. I shoot my load deep into her womb, flooding her with my release.

Chapter Twelve

Catherine

We arrive at his condo with several boxes of my things and he’s quickly moving my things into his bedroom as if he’s had this planned out in his head for a long time coming. “Go on ahead and look around, baby.” He kisses my temple as he goes to grab another box. I walk through the hallway and find a nice office and peek inside. Immediately I’m caught by surprise at my picture on his desk. It’s clearly a photo he wasn’t there to have. It was at my graduation so he must have pulled it from somewhere. I lift it up and then I feel his hands slip around my waist. “This is a great picture of you. Who took it?”

“Charlie.”

“She seems to get all the good ones. If she wasn’t in love with your brother, I might be jealous.” It’s supposed to come off as lighthearted, but it doesn’t because he’s serious. The look in his chestnut brown eyes screams with a need that I hoped for but never expected.

I saddle up to his side and put my arms around his waist with my head against his chest. “Well, then it’s a good thing then she is. She took it so she had an excuse to get him in the shot behind me. This is one of the many; most of them feature Cal.”

“You both are sneaky, little things. I’m starting to believe that the little wardrobe malfunction was intentional.”

“Who me, Mr. Bellamy? I would never do something like that,” I gasp, feigning innocence.

“I know it was intentional on her part without a doubt, but you don’t seem to be as wicked, or so I used to believe.”

“I’ll confess. It was a surprise to me.” I duck my head and slide out of his hold.

“Whoa, where are you going? What’s wrong?”