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“She’s not a good person,” I say. Kate already knows what I think. “Is Ella dragging you to do wedding stuff?”
She answers, her breath already ragged. “No, not me,” she says. “I think she has friends she's doing that with. Do you know how many celebrities are going to be here for this? They’re already descending on the town. ”
“Like a plague. ” I hitch her dress up around her waist and push her against the bed. “So no one is looking for you right now. ”
“No,” she says, her voice raspy. “Is anyone looking for you?”
“Hell, no. ” I slip my fingers from between her legs and unbuckle my jeans. “It’s just you and me. ”
“There are so many people in the house, Caulter,” she whispers. “Right downstairs. Anyone could come up here. I’m sure Rose will be looking for us. I think she knows about us. ”
“Then she won’t be looking for us,” I say, walking to the bedroom door and locking it.
“Why don’t we go somewhere?”
“We can,” I tell her. “After I come inside that tight little pussy of yours. ”
She groans. “You’re making me --”
“Wet?” I ask. “Yeah, Princess, I already felt that. ” I start to unbuckle my pants, slipping them over my ass, but she stops me.
“Just stop undressing and fuck me,” she says, wrapping her hand around my cock. It throbs in her grip. “Like, now. ”
I don’t even bother to take her clothes off. The urgency in her voice as she sits on the edge of the bed with her skirt hiked up around her waist, looking slightly disheveled, makes me want to do whatever she asks. My pants are around my ass as I grip her thighs and pull her down until she’s hanging off the bed.
When I plunge my cock into her, she moans out loud. I guess she doesn’t give that much of a shit about anyone hearing. Thrusting inside her, I watch as she throws her head back, pressing against the mattress, and moans a little louder this time. “Fuck me,” she orders. “Harder. ”
She’s so damn warm and wet I can’t take it. I fuck her harder. “You’re going to have to keep your moans down so your father and Ella don't catch us. ”
That makes her moan again.
“Is that making you hot, Princess?” I ask, thrusting into her, my cock so deep I swear I’m going to bust through her. “Knowing that our parents might hear us?”
“What you’re doing with your cock is making me hot,” she says. Her voice is a little too loud, so I cover her mouth with my hand. Her eyes fly open wide, and she bites into the side of my finger.
I thrust into her harder to punish her for biting me, and she groans. My movements are rapid as I shove two fingers just inside the entrance of her mouth, the same two fingers that had been in her pussy a few minutes ago. Watching her devouring the fingers that still have her juices on them makes me want to come. I don’t care about holding out; I want to fill her up with my warm cum. Her muscles tense around my cock and I know she’s ready. “Suck them,” I whisper. “Wrap those lips around my fingers like you do with my cock. ”
She groans, low in her throat, her pussy tightening.
“Are you going to come for me, Princess,” I ask, and she nods her head, looking at me with big pleading eyes. “Come for me. ”
She’s been so close that the minute I give her permission, I feel the orgasm rip through her pussy, muscles tightening over and over as she comes. Her back arches and I keep my fingers lodged firmly in her mouth, my thumb under her chin as I drive as deeply inside her as I can, letting go. My balls clench up and I fill her up with my warm seed.
A minute later, my cock is still throbbing, still leaking with every spasm, and she’s grinning at me. She pulls my fingers from her mouth. “What the hell are we going to do tomorrow, Caulter?”
“There’s no fucking blood in my brain right now, and you’re asking me a question like this? What's wrong with you?”
Katherine grips my palm, moves it down across her chest to cover her breast, and I knead the flesh with my hand. “I mean it,” she says softly. “They’re getting married tomorrow, and you’re fucking me. ”
“Don’t forget,” I remind her. “You’re begging me to fuck you. ”
She wrinkles her forehead. “Is there a bachelor party?”
“Are you trying to make me vomit?” I ask, running my other hand over her chest.
She giggles. “You don’t want to go to a bachelor party with my father?” she asks. “That doesn’t sound like fun?”